AMBROSIA

They say love is beautiful, charming and adorable but to Richey love is like a black magic casted on her.The young seemingly fleshy,fair lady on tattered cloth sat,renting her body to the cemented surface littered with flies attracted by the rain that fell that day,her eyes were red and swollen as if they had encountered pepper from repeated sessions of bathing her chin with the rivers vomited by the socket above her nose,after a while,she stood up walking to and fro with her hands on her head and wailing,she had Carter flowing from her nose complementing the tears that find solace on her chin,i, mum,other tenants and the man and woman that brought her home were watching, we all watched in pity,wishing we could help her but the young lady was far from needing our help.”Arinze!,where are you?,A–rin–ze I love you”I watch her collapse to the ground in tears,crying, “please am sorry,come back Arinze”she added hitting the ground as if to break it. This Arinze,I said to my self,this guy that has led her to this condition,this guy that has abounded her and left her like this,she didn’t even still hate him a bit,she still call him love and begged he comes,” this is not love,this is madness,love is a spell”I buzzed in disbelieve,this pretty girl was now looking like a zombie,before we knew she was throwing her wide short legs to the gate to look for her lover obviously,that was when people began to beg and restrain her but she showered us with insult and insane talk,she was drunk,yes bastardly drunk and acting stupid, all for love,”what stupid love?” I yelled,this is madness and this young lady was obviously insane.

“Daddy,honey,love…”she would always call the guy who look from all indication,very young in age and a flirt.Jane offered him her heart,her body,her salary because he was sure a broke ass and she thought he would take her to the alter. she always announced to everyone that he was her husband and they where going to get married next month,next month that never comes.I remember how many times she would get drunk and make a whole lot of trouble but even in drunkenness she recognizes him, Arinze!,he was her master and she was more of a slave to his love than his partner, because this love was not beautiful, it was unfair, partial and not good for you,even for me,because I remember how many times he will beat her in the room and press her neck as if to deprive her of life but yet she would still go after him,maybe begging him to beat her the more, she preferred to be with him in pain than to be without him,she was so in love with him,may be let’s call it dark love.

I recall that what resulted to her condition this evening is that the guy she calls a lover borrowed almost a hundred thousand from her, which she collected from her customers because she worked in the bank,he had been unable to pay her back and the customer who were impatient like a child waiting for food had reported her to the manager and now her job, even her salary was at stake.I remember the previous evening when they had argument in that respect, I watched them through my window quietly because my window was directly facing theirs and the light in the room was so Bright that it expose their figures and the thin,slim curtain,was so light that it could not cover this awful secret.I watched her yell at him and I watch how so many times he held her mouth as if prevent her from talking further, he didn’t even use the kissing method everyone use to talk about to shut her up but his hands, I was somehow terrified as I watch her struggled for air like a dying chicken but on and on he went preventing her from talking further, until she fell asleep, I watch with my heart racing because I had no clue about what he was doing,just immediately my mum interrupted and when I got back there,I placed my face on the window holding the bulglary to watch ,I saw him doing something,so creepy and terrifying,he was moving around searching her things,”oh my God” I whispered lost, he whirled abruptly, so I quickly jumped on my bed my head buried in my pillow left to my imagination until this morning,wandering what love this was.

The next morning when I saw the girl who was yelling for her money, crying like a child beaten and begging this young man she called husband,lover and of all her life,I knew everything was not ok. she kept telling him he was everything she had and she would die if he left,she wasn’t even asking for the money,I listened quietly glueing my ear against my window,I didn’t know what to think because I could only imagine what was happening, I was so scared he was going to harm her may be even kill her.”what is happening here!?” My mum was Standing in front of her door,”nothing mummy,he is not doing anything to me,am just begging him”she pleaded defensively,concealing the tears on her face with her palm,what pissed me off was his response, I could read the disgust in mum’s face,”she is not hearing word,I want to teach her a lesson “I heard him say,this was the same person that is indebted to her,disgusted I wandered who was suppose to be taught a lesson, of course it was him who deserved such lesson because he didn’t respect love neither her,to cut the story short even dad at a point that day went there to warn them because he continuously heard rustles from the room and plates falling, may be he was also scared that they were going to kill themselves,I didn’t have a word to say because I was still stunned at the love that was displayed before my eyes. This Lady spent her whole day on the carpet, asking this guy not to be angry, she sat with her breast and bare thigh without even an under cover…as my mum later explained begging this guy who sat on the bed directly facing her with his legs wide open,his hands resting on them and his shoulder high like lion king or something watching Richey sitting messy like a trash with no pity or remorse and this was called love,even when my dad interfered the young lady was ready to receive all the blame like Jesus Or Mohammed,she denied that the guy was even beating her but I saw it pasted her face that she was hurt and had been crying till that afternoon but she was carried away by love,while dad threatened I watch the lover boy with wide head likened to an Amoeba’s shape,broad lips,bony chin and thin body,who shared similarity with a gorilla blamed the lady for everything,I couldn’t understand the whole thing,I watched him wear his shoes and walked towards the gate, while she raced after him with only wrapper and her breast dangling as she followed but you know the guy outsmarted her and I didn’t really know what happened but I saw her walked back barefooted cleaning the Carter that raced it way from her nose with her palm and her eyes with her wrapper, poor girl I thought but am sure she didn’t see it the way I saw it, may be she didn’t even see anything wrong with what he was doing to her because she was in love.

That was the same evening she came back drunk,after much deliberation we decided to go get her Arinze because she kept running towards the gate in the name of going to look for him,I was feed up with her and her insult but I tolerated it, wishing I could spank her with a wood or something because to me she was acting stupid. Thanks to the woman who knew where Arinze lived.when he got there, I watched the young Lady’s switch of countenance,as usual even in drunkenness she recognized him,I watch her smiled pointing at him like a psycho,”I told you,this is my husband “she said walking towards him,I and my mum startled, exchange glances,as the young man authoritatively told her to come and with no objection she did swinging her short legs stylishly and excitedly,he held her in the hand and ask her to go to the room,you would think she would object but she didn’t,she was loyal to his love, he asked her further to sit and lay on the bed and she did,she was smiling but he wasn’t,his face was straight and that irritated me the more,she did everything he wanted her to do without complain,I watched scared of what this love really was,if this is love then let it be far from me I concluded disgusted and angry.Other people watched too,my mum,other tenant,the man that picked her dead drunk from the road did too,I watch everyone dispatched one after the other until it was only I and my mum, mum just hissed and entered inside the house, I manage to sit at the verandah,imagining how comes he was the only who could calm her down,I guess he had led her to sleep.I was so scared for her,people called it love but this wasn’t love to me,it was more than that,may be a charm or something,in fact I think this lady had serious psychological issues and needed not love but therapy,she was too beautiful to be treated that way, I didn’t know what was wrong with her but all I know up till this moment is she needed help,I don’t care what anyone would say about me but I know I can’t love like this because love to me is a mutual feeling shared by both parties,it is impartial, rational,love is meant to be felt with the heart not just body and meant to bring laughter not tears,if I will love,I will love with my heart and head,I don’t know about you but I don’t want to love like this enslaved to a dark,bitter love.

A Nonfictional story…

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My mother’s husband.

“Please help me” she called out with a feint hysterical voice,”I wish someone would save me “she whispered but no one heard because she was calling out only in her head, it was a cry she couldn’t cry openly,her world was dark and so was where she was. She was in a dark room under a man,not just an ordinary man but a man who was familiar,familiar in body and in blood,she was his flesh and his own blood. The masculine huge massive figure with a melanin skin,broad face and thick lips have been persistently taking her to his shattered bed,shattered of this evil act.

Once he was done,he drew up his zip,hissed and slammed the door behind him. The poor girl on tattered shirt and flay skirt White from over washing,sat with abrasion all over her her delicate slim body. From the way it appeared this was not the first time, she was well accustomed with what to do and what not to do,she began to sob quietly placing her hands on her mouth shielding her sobs from his ear’s,she wanted to put an end to what was happening, she didn’t know how to but she….He wasn’t just taking advantage of her but he always started that with beatings because she would always fold her hands around her almost flat chest,flat of immaturity ,and fold her legs so tightly but like a bull will forcefully use his horn he always went for her making sure he….”won’t you come out of that room and clean up this place”he said hostile pushing the plates,books and clothes littered in the sitting room as he sat on the sofa pressing the remote on his dried palm,”and clean up yourself ,your mum is coming back this evening “he added”.kemi Laraba was the young girl’s name, she just wiped the tears that streamed it way down her chin as she made her way to the sitting room then to the kitchen room. When she came back the second time, he held her hand and placed her on his thighs and began to beg her,threatening her in disguise,he said he loved her and was just showing her how much he does, he also said he wasn’t going to pay her school fee if she told her mum,she just listened,nodding her head in affirmation,unfortunately this time she was determined to let it out,I mean she had decided to let her Mom know and wasn’t concerned what the outcome would be.

When the sun had gone to rest,her mum arrived with her luggage , bread and cloth she had brought from the trip to a Bankers workshop at Ekiti state.” Kemi you are always looking sobber”her mum said as kemi came to welcome her,kemi who was always gloomy,quite and as a result isolated just murmured greetings to her mum as she reach out for the luggage.”come back? “Her mum called, as she bent to closely examine the bruises and abrasion on the young girl’s delicate skin like tribal marks,” who did this to you,who beat you?”she asked immediately, “da–ddy” Kemi murmured,” you are always very stubborn, I told you to always respect him mtcheeew!”her mum hissed as she walked to the sitting room where her father was sitting and the exchanged pleasantries. That was not the first time her mum had altered such comment,the young girl stood there,dumb founded, broken and disappointed letting the tears from her eyes pod wet her chin,nobody seem to know what was happening to her,there was no one she could cry to,except her pillow who received her tears without protest,she sobbed more quietly wishing someone would hear her quite whispers of agony and calls for help as she finally took the stuffs to her mum’s room.

Later that evening, she decided to sit with her mum and let things out for the first time after much hesitation,”what is the problem” her mum asked busy on the computer before her,trying to type her report I guess,”I want to talk to you”she stammered, chewing her nails at the same time rolling her hair,”go on am listening “her mum said carelessly,with her eyes still fixed on the laptop and book consecutively . Kemi stood there for a while not sure of what to do,it was obvious her mum was not ready to give her the attention she required,so she decided to leave when her mum called out,” come back, you said you had something to tell me”,”yes” kemi answered disappointed,”then am listening her mum said and focused on the laptop,”mu—–m–my Dad–dy is tou–ching me” she said dragging every word faintly expecting a reaction,but her mum who did not even lift her head from what she was doing just bursted into laughter”kemi I think you should go to your room and sleep”she said still laughing, “oh God!,he is your father so you should expect him to touch you okay?” She added laughing still focused on the computer. The little girl who stood,was left confused and disappointed, she tried to move her lips but it was so heavy and her eyes heavy in tears, she just ran to her bed slamming the door behind her and sobbed more bitterly. “Don’t be naughty kemi, make sure you sleep”, the mum called out. Kemi just kept sobbing,”mum does not even care”she said almost aloud as she folded her leg’s one sided placing her head on the blue pale wall in her room. She was tired of the whole thing,she sobbed bitterly burying her head on the pillow on her folded leg. Going to bed with her dad was a secret she was going to keep all her life,she couldn’t venture to discuss this with her friends,who always talked about how their daddies buy them so many gifts, still carry them on their back round the house without forcing them to his bed…”oh lord,why?”she cried quietly,with her head still stuck to the pillow emotionally disrupted.

“Children ba!,can you believe Kemi met me just to say you were touching her”,Mrs laraba the woman who brought kemi to this sinful world, told her husband the next day laughing “it wasn’t funny to him at first,his heart was racing fast as a power bike would,” if you don’t touch her who will,I mean you are her father for Christ sake”she concluded still laughing. Mr laraba was not finding it funny, he just bit his lips anticipating what to do to….kemi who was still on bed was shivering literally,not only did her mum not care but she had succeeded in putting the fish in the cat cage.

Kemi was alone in a world filled with people,her Father had continued his evil act but the new development was she no longer resist yet she was crumbled, yes it continued like this until….kemi finally got admitted to a day secondary school because that was what her father wanted,her isolated life sent people away from her,but Mr Ike was drawn to her by that,he began talking to her and asking questions,kemi was happy,at last someone cares she thought filled with Joy, and she vomitted everything.”wow!”Mr Ike was speechless, may be speechless to his whiled evil thought,unfortunately for her she met another beast that lived in a human form. Mr Ike pretended to be sobber about the whole thing for a while,Kemi was so excited, at least she had someone she could confined in, someone who would not tell her father, someone better than…”,so she even started following him to his house after school before she goes home, until that unforgettable day,that has buried itself in her life. kemi as usual followed Mr I.K she would always call him home,when the got there,kemi at first did not understand his moves that day,when she finally did ,she was already cut up in the trap. That was how he forced himself on the young girl.

kemi’s life ended afresh that day,there was nobody to cry to,this was another secret she had to keep,kemi stopped going to school but her dad forced her to…until Ike’s result was pasted on her,did I say Ike’s result may be it was even her father’s, every day of her life was a day in hell,as a young child, she didn’t know what was happening to her body until a neighbor called her mother’s attention and that was it,the young girl passed through brimstone and fire, she didn’t know who she was going to mention but she knew her education was over if she mentioned her father so she mentioned her school teacher who denied and mentioned her father,confused she sobbed that day,her mum disappointed sobbed to her face,kemi hated her mum for that,she hated her for pushing every blame on her while it was her who….”Abortion is the only option” her mum cried,this was a shame she was not going to bear”I can’t watch her carry this child”her mum said to that their neighbour,she was her mum so kemi had to do it but her life would never be the same again,she was just like a zombie having to pass through all this trauma at this young age.

Let’s say No!!!! to child MOLESTATION And Abuse.Let’s say No!!!! to INCEST.

Take the Risk!

Life is all about risk taking.The truth is whether you act or not,risk is involved,you take the risk doing a thing and take a risk not doing that thing.

Each day we travel by road… near and far, having no hope of our return but we still take the risk anyway,knowing in our heart that some people did not have to travel that far before they found themselves in their early graves.Even if we say we are not going out,we take the risk of not being exposed to our world, forgetting that some did not need to go out before their lives ended.

Every night we go to bed,not knowing whether we would wake up, but we still take the necessary risk anyway,even if we refuse to sleep, we risk not dreaming.

We left our comfortable homes and family to be in school or work, not sure of meeting them intact when we go back but we took the necessary risk, knowing that things would be worst if we don’t.

We hope and believe in God even though we have not seen him,we again took the necessary risk, because you can imagine how empty and uninteresting life would be if there was no believe of an existing supernatural being.

knowing that we will all die someday, we take the risk of working hard to be successful, if we don’t take the risk, we would die without impact but if we did, even though we are dead we would still have our footprints to be remembered.

Life is full of opportunities but the road leading to such opportunities have so many potholes,whether you will use these opportunities is determined by your abilities to cross holes i.e for you to use opportunity or make impact, you must take the risk. Show me a man that hates taking risk and I would show you an ordinary,stagnant,wasteful and unproductive man.

The man who invented the airplane took the risk of flying it, even though he did not know whether or not it would work and today we are enjoying his efforts and the reward of his risk.

Every one is creative but the difference is some people take the risk of exploiting theirs while others left theirs dormant and died without positive impact. No wander Ley Brown said “ The graveyard is the richest place on earth, because it is here that you will find all the hopes and dreams that were never fulfilled, the books that were never written, the songs that were never sung, the inventions that were never shared, the cures that were never discovered, all because someone was too afraid to take that first step, keep with the problem, or determined to carry our their dream”.

The greatest fear one should have is not about death but about what you would be remembered for. Always ask yourself, “What am I going to Leave Behind?”. The likes of Socrates, Alexander the great,sophrate,Plato,Karl Max and Abraham Lincoln died several years ago but their works make them alive in our heart,they are remembered because they took risks trying new things ,even though they were not always successful,some of their theories failed woefully but they didn’t give up, they saw it as a room for improvement. “if I could just press on ,who knows I might eventually get it” they said. They were determined.

Most great and successful people are not perfect,they didn’t get it at once,failure is part of their story. Abraham Lincoln tried so many times in different endeavours but failed, but on the last one,he became President of America, Another of such is our President his Excellency Mohamadu Buhari .Yet some of us have not even tried even once. Just imagine, if they had giving up,but non of this people did, they kept on believing in themselves even when they failed. Note: In every challenge you face there is an opportunity so take the risk,yes!change your problem into possible opportunities. Just look above your present obstacle,”who knows whether you will get it if you try just once more”.why not take the risk you are contemplating and be creative,you might not get it right at first but trust me if you are positive,patient and persistent at the end you will.

Dark Valantine( unforgettable experience)

I stood right in front of my mirror looking at my reflection, I couldn’t believe I was finally going to meet this awesome person,i praised God for this day because it gave me an opportunity to finally meet him in person,i hurriedly readjusted my gown,about the gown am wearing,am a lover of fashion so I made sure I slayed it,it’s a rose red gown of course since it is a Valentine’s day, it’s neatly Splitted from my thigh downward,i made sure my cleavage was well visible,it’s a fitted,that’s because the gentle man wanted me to show him love and you know,me I no go dull nah because I understand quite well what he meant, at least that is the only gift I could offer on this special day or would I say lover’s day,personally I believe that’s the only love that existed on this sweet and evil day. I immediately had a touch up on my makeup and off I went to no other place but Mingles, for some reason that was where he wanted us to meet.

The captivating beauty of they places around caught my attention,the sparkling red and crystals that were in almost every shop, hotel, joint and suites are also amazing,the sight of people in those joint, suite, eateries and hotels are beautiful. People there were all in two’s, I just smiled sheepishly because I knew I was going to have the same fun that day…

In less than 15 minutes I was there,i mean right in front of Mingles…. I immediately paid off the bike man and you know the lady thing I readjusted my makeup and then my gown and if you care to know again,I slayed it and was looking just the way I wanted, sexy, beautiful and ready to…just then my phone rang,I quickly picked my phone and it was just as I expected. “hello my sugar are you there already?”the masculine seemingly aged voice asked,”yeah Bea am at the entrance”I answered with a smile,”OK, I will send someone to get you right away, when he gets there he will call you”,”OK” I murmured a bit gloomy and disappointed,so many questions kept running through my mind, the fact he said everything was going to be in the dark and the fact he hasn’t uploaded his pictures all this while for me to see,but why will someone want to hide his identity? I thought disappointed,”he’s creepy” I murmured ,anyway am not going to let this bother me,i don’t even feel a pin for him,all I want is to have fun and if he likes he should wear mask,its his money am grabbing…in few minutes the guy called and he led me to were my Bea was sitted,I walk to him and we exchanged pleasantries,sha the guy take style old oooo but you know the girl thing, I still called him baby and I was his sugar and about my look he kept commenting, he couldn’t help it of course who would?.

We headed for the room he logged for us,ehmmmm! the room I can’t describe really because it was dark,but just as I expected the man was so romantic,he ordered stuff for us, talking about things I choose my self,”so romantic”I thought, “that my broke ass boyfriend can’t even do a thing like this for me,is it not a man like him that is doing this for me now?” I asked no one in particular…”sugar are you alright?”, “yeah”I answered trying to gather my thoughts, “just thinking about you and how awesome you are” I added with a smile.”you know I will do anything for you he said as he kissed me on my forehead then on my lips and he proceeded.”baby?”I interrupted reluctantly”what is it sugar?” he asked a bit disappointed,”am just scared because you wont let me see your face”i murmured ,”that’s not a problem, okay after this I will let you see my face”.He promised ,at least this made me feel better and so I let him and…

After the whole thing, I was a bit not comfortable but I reassured my self that it’s a normal thing on a Valentine’s day “lover’s day”, a day where lovers show love and we both showed each other love and that was all that matters, I smiled and proceeded to serve the stuffs we ordered, I was so excited, of course it was everything I ever wanted and even more you Know.”That’s the type of man I want not that broke ass that calls himself my guy”,I thought sheepishly as I sipped my glass of Toma wine to flush the pizza down,afterwards getting ready go home with the take away he bought for me, awnnnnn! So sweet of him I thought .”baby? ” I called out softly, “you said you were going to show me your face”I concluded reluctantly,”you really want to see the face ?”, “of course”i answered expectant. The man laughed loudly for a While, i was now confused and terrified,the man is creepy and scary, i thought petrified,that is the time they “what ifs” started occurring to me,what if he was a ritualist or something or even…”its me Austin”he said casually, “Austin ?, I mean do I know you anywhere else ?”,he seemed comfortable but i wasn’t, i mean why should I, just immediately he took out his phone from his pocket,on his flash light and flashed it on his face.”Oh my God!”, i said gutted. I began to cry, I was burning with so much rage and furry at the same time terrified,”you this bastard!,you son of a bitch!”,I cried out as i started rendering blows on him,”you dirty big ! “i tried hitting him the more but he grabbed my hands,”let go of me!!”,I yelled.”listen to me”,he said as I sobbed embittered,”you know, i have always loved you since when you were a Child,i knew that you would be a fine lady,i mean look at you”,he laughed sarcastically i thought,”why do you think i was buying all those gift for you? but you proved stubborn and…”,”for Christ sake you are suppose to be my daddy’s friend,his best friend,he trust you and…”, “please! just stop acting like one Mary,did i force you to Come here or did i rape you ?” he asked rhetorically, “after all you are not even a Virgin,so what is the…”,”you dirty bastard”I flew furiously that before i could realize it,I had already used the bottle of wine on his head and he slumped almost immediately,blood was gushing out from his head,i began quivering, I had goose bumps all over my body with my eyes wide open. I immediately packed everything I had and ran for my life making sure no one had sighted me.

Today is 16th February but I have not yet recovered from the shock,i couldn’t even share my ordeal with anyone, I realised numbly I have entered a new phase of life ,a phase so painful. I have no clue of what is going to happen to me next but I know it’s either I end up in prison or…,but whatever happens, I know I have this scar so boldly that I am going to be HIV positive for life and that this Valentine was one I would never recover from. I am full of regret, “what if I had just hang out with my friends that day or what if I was contented with my own boyfriend? but no I wasn’t because I always wanted more, I sobbed bitterly now,you know regret is meant to be felt but it changes nothing.

“Tenacity(my experience)”

       sitting in a comfortable car sway me to share this little experience of mine.Just few days back i barely could climb a public transport because i was not having enough money,i had to travel in a car whose chairs are not even soft,i had to spend unjustified hours because we had to stop severally to repair the car,the vibration of the car was more than an earthquake and the heat was more than that of an oven, it was that bad,”infact if you climb that car for two weeks you will turn legpa”my feet ache,my back ached so did my waist and head but i beared it because i wanted to get to my destination And knew there was comfort where i was going to, at a pointed i thought of evacuating the car but i reassured my self i will soon get there and though it was difficult i arrived at my destination,I was patient, determined and persistent.

        Today here  are my sitting in a comfortable jeep,feeling comfortable,not having to suffer any discomfort at all, with air conditioner everywhere and the seats are of course soft.so you see same applies to life generally,it doesn’t matter where you are now,it doesn’t matter the fact you can barely even feed,pay your fee in a public school and doesn’t matter the fact you can’t even afford okrika or tokumbo today.if only you would know where you are going to and be focused and determined then you would get there,it doesn’t matter how far it is, if you are patient you will get there,I mean your place of comfort and luxery.

        you need to apply to know your destination, purpose or dream, you can’t just float through life and expect your dreams to happen to you.trust me if you discover your dreams you would be discipline, because you automatically know where you are heading to but if you don’t ,you would be tossed around by anyone even the wind of life would toss you, be your self if you follow other people you would sure end up in their destination and there would end up being an accompanist or a visitor.

      It doesn’t matter how it is,it doesn’t matter the fact life seem difficult,it doesn’t matter That everything seems to be working against you . don’t give up, don’t be discouraged.though it tarries, though it lingers, though it seems as if doors aren’t opening and  the money’s not coming in and nothing is going right.wait for it.it will surely come to pass.If nobody else cares God does and that is all that matters,so you are not alone.

Am The Reflection Of My Own Self.

          Aha! Where is your dad now?,Where are all the promises that was made to you?,where is your dream,your career,where are those people whom you were their mentors? .you who was every child’s,woman and peers dream has become an object of pity. everything disappeared in a flash, you who had everything can barely feed yourself ,you who wanted to help others, now can’t even help yourself, you are at the mercy of the people around you. Hmmmmm! How would you still paint those beautiful pictures again and how would you even carry out operations.what a hopeless, crumbled and shattered life,the light in your life has been replaced with darkness, you are now a shadow of yourself,a reflection of yourself and your reality has made you far from whom you wanted to be.

        Being a secondary school graduate is one among the so many things you had plans to achieve, it was not a surprise you came out with one of the best results in the country”if Albert Einstein had a twin brother then it will be you”people will always remark teasing you, your glowing young skin and your captivating smile was something that could light a room if there where to be an eclipse,you where every child’s dream “can’t you see how Michael is?” They would make reference to you”he is very smart, hardworking and of good character so be like him”.you would always smile of course who won’t, you where already making impact and you where proud of yourself and so were your parents,you had parents everyone would admire they where ready to sponsor you to the ends of the earth.

         Being a young doctor was your dream too,you want to have a hospital of your own Ben Carson is your mentor,your dream is to help people in poor health conditions.so as soon as you graduated you where admitted into the university of Jos to study medicine on scholarship of course who won’t offered that after seeing your results. It was not quite long before the university started feeling your impact ,you where the best in your faculty,you always represented your faculty in various conferences, symposiums and competitions.Everyone knew you would be great,” there is no limit to the places you would go” people would always say so you decided to work harder, people are looking up to you and you were not ready to let them down.the last time you went for conference in india, the management of one of the biggest hospital in India pledge to offer you employment to work with them as soon as you finished your studies that aside the fact you already have a first class result was a green light that if you maintained it you would be withheld to lecture and you had already started working some research project with your lecturers on the treatment of chronic cancer of course you brought the idea.on a personal assessment you were satisfied and somewhat fulfilled.they dream of every child you where, the dream of your peers too.you had a life every single person on earth would like to have.

        Oh! I almost forgot your passion you love the art,when you draw or paint one could literally see life in the work, your expression was something outside this planet although you wanted to be a doctor you still found time to draw at your leisure time. I remember the last portrait you painted it was as if the man was alive his grin and smiles where real it was as if one could hear him speak.you where gifted of course the book gifted hands describes you so well.I also remember you said you where going into politics someday it suit you well ,who won’t vote you considering your personality even if you were to contest for president in America people would vote you base on your personality. You have everything it takes the strength,intelligence,charisma and to crown it all you where a handsome young man.

        I remember how many times you would get upset and complain about girls sending love letters and some even meeting you one on one to beg you to go into relationship with them,you could pick any one you wanted but you where still single because you knew the kind of family you wanted for yourself you wanted your family to be everyone dream of course you wanted a beautiful wife ,you are handsome so you deserved it I mean the height, the facial features…,you had big dreams for your life,you’ve got talent,ambition, patience,determination and persistence and that was all you needed.

         Taking the family out was one of your father’s priority,dad this time decided to do something different this time so he took the family for a week camping in sharatoon hotel you felt so great he even gave you a surprise gift just to say how proud he was of the man you were growing up into and  you were flattered “am so proud of you my son,I and your mum truly are,I will make sure I give you everything you want” that was your dad’s exact words.the camping was wonderful who won’t enjoy spending this time with his adorable family.you and your only sister enjoyed it because it was a reunion for the both of you “you don’t always have time for me…” She would always complain,during the camping you made sure you made it up to her,you spoilt her with mostly accesories.

          Your journey back from the camp was awesome at first,it was Stanley your dad’s driver that drove the car of course everyone was excited until until … You had a blackout just to wake up in the hospital emergency room beside your parent’s lifeless body, before you could understand what was happening a team of nurses came and took their bodies to the mortuary I guess,just then you had a blackout again,maybe this time because you couldn’t believe what you were seeing.you guys had an accident and it has cost the life of your parents.

         Its been six months since that incident happened the fact you are alive today its a miracle your sister is alive after going through several surgeries.yours was something that was terrifying, you yourself is yet to accept the bitter truth which is the reality of your life.you had to live on oxygen for almost five month before you regained consciousness dad’s assets were sold to keep you and your sister alive,silly nonsense it sounded to you but that is the reality you cannot shy away from.The worst part of it,the one that has crumbled and shattered your life,your dream, your expectations… Is the fact that your hands and legs were amputated as a result of the accident .

        The truth is you should appreciate God for where and how you are.use any slight opportunities you get while you still can and stop procrastinating. One of the crucial thing about life is time any time that passes cannot be reverse. Appreciate God for how you are and be humble because that blind,cripple, deaf,dumb and that man in oxygen in the hospital also had amazing dreams.

 

 

Be The Eagle

       When reality hurt, feed yourself with imagination. I.e dreams you want to achieve, if your dream does not look impossible and extra ordinary then it not a dream.when people say you can’t make it,turn that into a challenge rather than making it an obstacle because that means you have got a dream.

      Lastly the fact it is cloudy now does not mean the sun won’t shine again. To fulfill purpose and destiny you need determination and strong will.