#Guest Post


Born in a middle class neighborhood, Rukky, like other kids born there, had most of nature’s finest feel to themselves. Was it the orchard where they could pluck ripe fruits to eat? The mountains where they could go playing their hide and seek games or the streams just at the foot of the mountain that served as a pool for the kids? It was nature at its purest, as if a gift from God to the children, but, unlike the others, Rukky, from a very tender age was prevented from joining her peers in the escapades. Always on jackets. At a point, she never understood why.

💔. Haemoglobinopathy.

Much smaller in frame than her peers, always falling ill and for as long as she could remember, she was always encouraged to take drugs, she didn’t even know what for. But one particular event gave her an idea who she was and why she was different. At the age of 6, she fell ill with swelling of the feet and hand, she was weak and jaundiced, she was tired and lightheaded. She inherited the Sicklecells!


As the made way into the Hospital, she could remember her mother crying and while dashing in barefooted she was crying, and calling unto the doctor –save my child. The doctor look at her and said “the baby is in crisis again, and she would require urgent transfusion!”.


Saved that day, she was. As she recuperated in the hospital, she remembered the doctor’s words “crises again”, but as she grew up, it began to dawn on her why she couldn’t live a normal life, why she wasn’t allowed to play like her peers and why she was always held so close to her mother’s chest. She had some opportunities to hear people discussed about pains, but she was pains.


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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 only for the mind, her world has grown so dark, she was like a child in an abandoned thick cabin at the corner of this large world. She was in a dark room beneath 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 figure with melanin skin, broad chest, broad face and thick lips have been persistently taking her to his shattered bed, shattered of this evil act.

Once he was done, he pulled up the Zip in his faded jean which was a moment ago almost falling off his knee, he hissed and slammed the door behind him. The poor girl on patterned skirt which was below her knees and polo which had inscriptions on it that read “saving the world for better” wished someone would save her too just like in the movies she has watched. She sat on the round abandoned small bed which their relations stayed at during visit with abrasion all over 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 ears, she wanted to put an end to what was happening….He wasn’t just taking her to satisfy his undignified pleasure but he always started that with beatings because she would always fold her hands around her almost flat chest and fold her legs so tightly but like a bull will forcefully use his horn he always went for her making sure he had what he wanted. She was called Kemi, that was the name her grandmother called her before she passed on two years ago…

“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 too, your mum is coming back this evening” He added faintly. She wiped continuously 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, she shrugged but he held on and placed her on his thighs and began to beg her, 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, to let everything out to her mum.

On that Friday evening, after much hesitation, Kemi walked up to her mother, who was at the sitting room, “what is the problem?” her mum asked not even raising her head to look at Kemi, she was so engrossed in what she was typing, “Mummy—I—I—want— to tell you something” she stammered, chewing her nails, “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 again. Kemi had no Idea how to start, she had not spoken to her mum about her personal life for as long as she can remember, because her mum never even had the time to sit with her, she was a busy woman, so you won’t blame her, she provided more than half of the income that came into their home.  “mu—–m–my Dad–dy is tou–ching me” she said dragging every word faintly expecting a reaction, Her Mum busted into laughter, turning around to face Kemi, she held her by the shoulder “Kemi I think you should go to your room and sleep” she said still laughing “he is your father Kemi, so you should expect him to touch you okay” She added laughing as whirled around to face the computer. The little girl, who was left standing, was left confused and disappointed, she tried to move her lips but it was so heavy and her eyes heavy in tears too, she just ran to her bed slamming the door behind her and as she sobbed. “Don’t be naughty Kemi, make sure you sleep”, the mum called out. Kemi just kept crying, allowing the tears its freedom, going to bed with her dad was a secret she was going to keep all her life, she couldn’t dare discuss this with her friends, who always talked about how their Daddy buys them so many gifts, still carry them on their back round the house without forcing them to his bed… “Mum does not even care, no one cares…” She sobbed quietly yet more bitterly, with her head still stuck on the pillow…

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Angel’s Trumpet

A Nonfictional story…

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 Carttah flowing from her nose complementing the tears that found 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, “please am sorry, come back Arinze” she added hitting the ground as if to break it with her body. 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 it  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 talks, 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 and her salary, 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 render punches on her as if she was his punch bag 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, this loves like an Angel’s Trumpet flower my mum always talk about, it was beautiful yet toxic and poisonous.

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 somehiow 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 burglary 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 on 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 okay. She kept telling him he was everything she had and she would die if he left, she wasn’t even asking for the money, so irritated I thought quietly gluing 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 harm 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 hurting her in anyway 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, blamed the lady for everything, 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 Carttah 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, 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 fed up with her and her insult but I tolerated it, wishing I could spank her with a wood on her head 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 tenants, 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 put  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 it was 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  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.

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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.

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 accessories.

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.