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.

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“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.

Travail 2

      Its six months now since this incident that led to my present condition happened.life had not gotten any better,each day that passed by vanished along side with the hope I had on a miracle happening. The anguish became unbearable in fact I was literally living in hell.I couldn’t believe at first Richard will throw up our ten years of marriage, of struggle and success,I mean ten years of sacrifices I have made for him. I met Richard When he had nothing, like nothing at all but I sticked to him despite that because I believed in the promise I made at the alter when I said “for better for worst” and he too promised me heaven and earth,he kept reassuring me that it was going to be me till death do us part, yet here he was treating me like a piece of trash,”the only reason why am keeping you in this house is because you contributed in building the house”he would always say to me with a look of  disgust as I sobbed embittered.

      Richard and I have continued to leave together with his anticipated wife.”onifem,iyawomi!,iyawomomi! “he would always call her infront of me,just to make sure he humiliated me,she would always walk in front of him showing him different views of her body,after doing that Richard my so called husband would offer to hear the baby kick and she would come closer to him and he would place his hear on her pregnant tommy at the same time smooching it.each time I couldn’t help but to start shedding tears of anguish and travail.I was the only one who understood how I felt,that was what I had to face for not been able to carry my own child.

       The woman was very disrespectful towards me but I wouldn’t blame her ,Richard had given her that guts due to the names he always called me.I can’t count how many times he had to beat me just because of piffle things. I remember one night he had to beat the hell out of me because I used his towel, Michael threw me out of the house naked hmmmm!,having no where to go or what else to do i bent down covering my shame i.e my nakedness thank God for mummy comfort who rushed to her house and got me wrapper to cover my shame after seeing my shameful condition.I cried out my life that day and blamed God for creating me as a woman,he would have made me a man who was always right and had the will to do everything he wanted, it was Richard who had the problem yet I had to suffer everything and even had to apologize for what I didn’t even know, I even have to apologize for not been able to Carry a child in my womb as if I was God. Thanks to mummy comfort and her husband who helped to beg Richard to take me  back into the house.But nobody questioned him for what he had been doing to me,no one told him he was wrong,no one asked him to apologize for defiling our marriage bed instead they family applauded him for that and thought it manly.”this woman you are seeing here is a witch! she used her womb for rituals and I can’t leave with man since she is unable to give birth “I remembered Richard saying with violence and hatred in his voice when comfort and her husband went to beg on my behalf,i was crying quietly because i remembered Richard was there when the gynecologist told me i cant carry a child because my womb was badly injured ,Yet here he was…I tried to wipe the tears that was flowing ceaseless from my eyes,it was to no avail and that was how he finally accepted to take me back into the house hmmmm.

       Since then life had not been any better I now sleep in the guest room while his anticipated wife slept in our room,they room Richard and I suffered to build and on our matrimonial bed.Richard had sent me packing few weeks ago” you disgust me,i regretted wasting my money marrying you,in fact you are smelling so you need to leave this room, I can’t leave in the same room with a barren pig like you “that was his exact words to me the day he asked me to transfer my clothes to the guest room, I couldn’t say a word,I just transferred my clothes that evening at least in this few months I have learned to harbor everthing.recently I met a woman in our Bible study group, she was new in the group and the interesting thing about her is she is a counsellor so I decided to meet her and share my ordeal with her, of  recent I have had several sessions with her and this has helped me a lot and thought me to harbor things, yeah! am still reading some of the book she gave me.” my dear you just need to hold on all these would be over some day,you just need to keep praying.the fact your husband does not seem to need you now does not mean to world has come to an end”she would always say it casually as if it was that simple,she was not in my shoes she wouldn’t understand,she didnt understand what it means to be humiliated and be treated like a pig by your husband,I didn’t take what was happening to me casually because I felt all hell had been let loose on my world. Yet I had no choice  but to stop worrying because it gave no solution to my problem.I became very care free not paying attention to what was happening around me,but deep within I knew I lied about not caring because there where still times I will soak my pillow with tears,sometimes the humiliation was unbearable but I dare not cry in front of them. There were times the anticipated wife would close her nose when I passed but I pretended I didn’t care,I didn’t blame her because Richard did worst.there are times They would both seat in the parlor cuddling each other and doing all manner of lovely things,sometimes Richard would peel oranges for her or repair her nails at the same time calling her all sorts of sweet names,aware I was in the room,just trying to humiliate me of course sometimes the succeeded as I would lie on the bed sobbing.it got to the point where Richard ask me not to even touch some things in the house, like his cloth,seating on the cushions or handling the remote,he even asked me not to touch cooking utensils in the house that I was contaminating it,Richard would not even carry me in his car even when he saw me walking down the street,yet I did not leave the house because I meant business when I said “for better for worst”.In all this I have not hated Richard a bit, instead I just kept praying and believing all will be well some day.His family members where a set of people I didn’t want to talk about.

       It’s five months now since the anticipated wife came to the house,at this point she was due for delivering but had not given birth “I thought the doctor said last week is your day of delivery?” I over heard Richard asked with great trepidation “yes I don’t understand too” the anticipated wife answered I could read fear in the woman’s voice.”what do you mean by that, is the baby not kicking?” Richard ask again not waiting for answers “we have to go and see the doctor tomorrow Richard concluded. I listened as their voice faded.

     I could not wait for Richard to come back from the hospital, I was curious but yet I pretended I wasn’t. Richard got back earlier than I expected,it was as if he didn’t even go to work. I didn’t ask because it was none of my business,just immediately his phone rang and the next thing I heard was” what do you mean by stillbirth? Christ!”he asked over the phone it seemed it was the doctor. I tried to figure out what the doctor was saying and this was it,he was trying to inform Richard that his anticipated baby was dead in the mother’s womb. I swallowed hard an invisible lump,my heart raced faster,I didn’t know what to feel,I felt as if blood has stop flowing through my veins and I didn’t know whether to be happy or sad,so I tried to listen again but this time all I heard was the sound of the car keys obviously Richard was going to the hospital to confirm what he has heard.just immediately I reached out for my phone to call my counsellor,maybe she would know better what I should do.

       That evening Richard got back home drunk,who wouldn’t after having such disappointment,he was not with his anticipated wife,probably the had to operate her to get the baby out of her system poor thing I thought. I was lying on my bed now confused when Richard barged into my room, I was terrified because I didn’t know what to expect because he was drunk,I feared he wanted to hit me until I watched him kissed me on my lips,that was how he had sex with me that night, I kept crying all through shedding tears of anguish,I couldn’t say no to him because he was my lawfully wedded husband and I was still his wife because we were not divorced.

        A month ago Richard sent his anticipated wife packing out of the house,poor thing! I remembered how she had begged him, yet he gave no listening ear,she deserved it at least that is what you get for taking another persons husband I had thought sheepishly,that did not change Richard’s attitude towards me in anyway but I cared less about that.in fact he was even angry with me and kept on calling me a witch.A week later his mother had visited him to give him some herbs to protect him from my charms,she claimed I had eaten the other child with my juju and had promised she was going to bring a new wife for her son but I didn’t care,I don’t know why but I didn’t care.Just recently I had noticed a change in my body system,I have not seen my circles since last month.I knew what I was thinking but I wasn’t cocksure,so I decided I was going to see the doctor and I did.”Madam hearing your story,I don’t know how this happened but you are pregnant, maybe it’s a miracle”he said grinning “congratulations madam” he stretched forth his hands but I didn’t receive it my eyes was heavy with tears so  was my hand, Tell me it’s a dream doctor?I asked letting the tears flow ceaselessly this time, I didn’t know what tears it was,whether it was of joy or of the humiliation I had suffered but I didn’t hold it back,I just let it flow because I love the news I was hearing.The doctor was smiling it seems  he understood what I was feeling. Just then something pricked me within ,what would I do to Richard,should I just…

       When I showed Richard my test results,for two weeks he was dumb founded, he didn’t say anything to me and never kept eye contact with me, may be he was ashamed of himself because I remembered he was surprise I let him touch me the night he did,thank got I let him I thought.I too had not been myself because I was indecisive about what to do to him,if eventually he asked to be forgiven would I ever forgive him even if i did,I was not sure I would ever forget, my heart bled as I remember all the painful memories,I was shedding tears again but I let it flow because it was better that way.I remained indecisive about it until the evening came Richard came to my room crying like a baby begging me,he asked me to forgive him for all those moments of grieve, anguish and travail I had suffered alone. I expected he would but yet he came unexpected or would i say so sudden, hmmmm!I couldn’t help but to cry too.About forgiving him, I had to because he was my husband, because I made a vow and because I was a woman and had to take everything,because I was brought up to be weak,soft and never take revenge and because he was the man.

The Story of Independence (Biafra’s reality).

       

      “it’s independence day!” the likes of Tafawa Balewa and Nnamdi Azikwe declared 56 years ago and people were happy swinging the flag of unity with their waist swinging simultaneously displaying their rich cultures,the Yoruba’s where there, they Igbo’s and so where the Hausa’s celebrating the birth of its independence, there was unity in diversity,a great country to behold,the gaint of Africa even the Queen knew that.

       “it’s independence day!”I hear again but this time instead of been happy am a kind of scared and curious may be expectations are making me feel that way, instead of expecting people to swing the flag of unity displaying their cultures am scared the flag might be torn that day with they Igbo’s carrying their own part of the flag to the place the call “Biafra”,I feel very awful,sad and angry am not angry at the Igbo’s but I must exclaime this I hate Biafra!so very much and would never forgive it if it take my friends,relations and neighbors away,I will hate if it leave tears and anguish in the heart of I and my friends I don’t hate they Igbo’s but I hate Biafra.

        Each day that passes by news of agitation of Biafra is all over and this keeps me pondering asking myself whether they Igbo’s really want Biafra?does my Aunty chidima who is happily married to my uncle really want Biafra,is she going to leave my uncle and her children for Biafra or does uche,Paul Eze or Chinagorom who have become a sister to me wants to leave me for Biafra?.Am not here to talk politics or to support anyone,the truth is even though the Igbo’s are agitating for Biafra and they northerners and westerners  are giving them the to hell with you response deep within us we are consumed with fear and doubt about what the fate of the country would be if their was to be a Biafra today.looking at the north where I stay we are surrounded by the Igbo’s, the big stores,boutique,Supermarket are been owned by the” inyameris” we would always call them,even the open market close to my house where I buy ingredients to cook is almost occupied by the inyameris and we have become a family with them now as two of my uncles are married to beautiful inyameri wives who I love so very much.Aha!my neighbor “Ebere”who has had a retail shop close to my house since when I was a child is a very loving and caring person, there are times he would give us goods on credit when we didn’t have the money to pay,now if he lives who would do that for us,most times neighbors would tease him calling Hausa Igbo’s of course he was he could speak hausa,he eats our food, listen and sings our songs and even wears our cloth am sure by now he has our blood running through his vein.my friend Chinagorom we would always call her” China “she is a sister to me and now a part of my life she is a very nice person to behold, I love her so much and am not ready to loose her to Biafra because if she leaves who would call me elder sister.my colleques in school the likes of Mr Ben,Basil,Lilian and the rest of them,what will happen to them I mean are the going to forfeit their education and the three years the have spent pursuing a law degree, the likes of my lecturer Mr okoronkwo who are known for their kind nature,high level of intellectuals and great ability to transfer knowledge even to the most dumb head are they going to leave us for Biafra,would we ever have a replacement of their kind?.I don’t want to loose my neighbors, my aunty,my freinds,my lectures now I still value them and am sure deep down in their hearts the value me as well.what about those shops that are going to be closed down around us and in our market places would we be able to replace them soon enough, would the Hausa man trade as good as the Igbo’s?.the thought of all this crumbles my emotion and makes me hate Biafra and i wish all this won’t happen.

        They notherners and westerners are giving the to hell with you attitude,who told them they can do without the igbos i mean where would they get their tokumbos,okerika and made from Aba products. The Igbo’s on the other hand who are agitating for Biafra who told you,you don’t still need the Hausa and omo yoruba customer, what about your investment?I think we all need each other to scale through, if we have lived for over 100 years then we can live together, those precious years are too valuable to be wasted just like that, I don’t think we need Biafra I think we need tolerance and understanding to drive our country to the greatest height. If the Igbo’s feel marginalize in governance there are better ways to handle that trust me “Biafra” is not an option am sure the blood of the thousands who died during the civil war will secund to this.”Those who want Biafra were not Born during the Nigeria civil war “our elders would remark I agree with them at least they know better,life’s where lost yet none of ojukwu’s family members where killed because he flew them abroad same is going to happen now trust me those leaders fueling the agitation would disappear once anything funny start and they poor Masses would face the end results.the struggle for Biafra make’ me scared because is either we still go back to the civil war and many life’s would be lost or their is Biafra and we become enemies for life waging war against each other like the southern Sudan or the north and south Korean are doing and I  wouldn’t get to see my loved igbos ever again.that is not the story and country I want my children to live in that’s if I even survive. Instead I want to live to tell them the story of a united Nigeria with its rich culture, a united country even in diversity.
        let’s not allow these leaders to manipulate our heads we have dwell together for so long to be manipulated, most of this leaders have nothing to loose but we do,we have investment, friends,colleque and families to loose.These people have always manipulated us to satisfy their selfish interest and we have been ignorant for so long ,the reason why they still do what the do is because the still have our voice i.e they matter because we matter I mean we put them in power,without us the cant be so why not use this power to say no to disunity, the Igbo man is my brother and would continue to be.I believe in unity in diversity and I believe we can harness our potentials and take this indivisible, indissoluble and great country to it’s greatest height.if the Igbo’s think the are politically marginalized who told them they have to be political ahead to impact or control the country, who told them the can’t control the country economically with their great business ideas and investment, as my teacher would always say”he who controls the economy,controls the country”i mean every country is rated great or not great base on its economy so you see you can control the country from where you are.As youth and as Masses we must not allow people manipulate our head the are not our God we placed them in the various places they are i would reapeat this again “they matter because we matter”, so let’s say no to disunity #i believe in one Nigeria and say no to Biafra and yes to Igbo’s.
 

      

 

Deception

     Baby its time he said I was terrified but somehow I knew I had to do it,”the pain would be for a while”he said.I believed him but I couldn’t help but to hesitated,after a while I made up my mind and that was it,it was so very painful I tried to hold myself but I couldn’t It was something I couldn’t control so I started to cry out softly he continued and it became unbearable so I screamed out loud as I tried to stop him I held his hands but no he won’t stop, I began to beg but no he won’t listen,the pain was something else it was as if my breath was going to cut,I started having headache so I held my head instead “you are strong,just try and hold yourself” he pursed then he started again hai! ah!ahs!I couldn’t control it “I said the pain is just for a while”he repeated. I tried begging him again but no he won’t listen I started screaming on top of my voice again this made him angry “would you stop that?”he yelled at me, his eyes where glummy and furious it was a mixed expression of pity and disgust then I coward and I held my lips firmly with my hand ,no one would really understand how painful it is, it was if I was in another planet may be mecury because it is the hottest they say and this made me to start sweating profusely .i mean so many people told me it Will be painful but I never knew it will be this painful” you need to control yourself “he paused” you need to be strong “,this gingered me so I decided I was going to be strong,i can do this I said determined then I held my breath and tightened my lips,damn the consequences I said… So he continued this time slowly,slowly and more painful then suddenly he became rash and again I failed,again I started to scream as I jabbed but this time he himself was determined so he didn’t care,I started to cry now begging him but he was too deaf to listen I tried holding his hands put he pushed my hands,he was not just determined he was persistent and my tears won’t was not going to stop him neither was my pleading .I have seen it, yes! I saw it and I was relieved because he told me until I see it he won’t stop,my heart lipped for joy when the blood was replaced with a fluid which appears to be like water so he then stopped . so that was how my Dad pressed the purse out of my boil hmmmm I must confess it wasn’t easy at all because it was very painful in fact its an experiences I would never forget. Just as He said I wasn’t feeling the pain any more, sure the pain was just for a while .yeah it’s like bitter leaf which is bitter when you chew it but after it is swallowed it becomes sweet and that is life for you too when you pass through hard time be patient, determined and persistent at the end it will be sweet ” its done now my baby “he muttered now smiling that was my dad for you he won’t stop calling me a baby despite the fact I cerebrated my 19th birthday three weeks ago.