Cross roads, decisions, choices – sometimes these are not options for us. Life may be full of choices but at the same time, when life choose to happen, that’s exactly what it does – it just happens and without consent from us. Resilience is the key to survival and our reactions say a lot about who we are. … More Where do I go from here?
Grand, Majestic, Eminent,
The beginning of the magnificent evidences to come.
They say 7 is the number of perfection,
Toiling 7 months in the year,
Rewards and recognition in the 8th is welcomed.
Surprise me, August … More Surprise Me!
One of many captivating moments was the infusion of the Afro pop world into the service. From the sermon to the choir rendition – lovely is an understatement. Bishop Curry delivered a meaningful and inspiring sermon in which he discussed the power of love. “Imagine if love is the way… When love is the way, we will let justice roll down in… We’d actually treat each other like we are actually family.” And family is what the world needs. It is how the home needs to perceive itself, not pulled apart by differences in culture, beliefs, age, skin color and other biases. … More The Royal Wedding: Between God & Man
If May Day is supposed to celebrate laborers in the international market, how much does Nigeria appreciate and value of honest and hardworking laborers? Do we even realize that everyone isn’t only trying to contribute their quota but we are all forced to build our quota for the sake of our families and children? … More Celebrating May Day
One way, another way. This way, that way. What do we really want?
While Rapunzel was locked away in the tower for God knows how long, she probably rehearsed and dreamed of her escape where some Prince Charming would come rescue her. She’ll maybe marry him and they will live happily ever after. But I saw Disney’s Tangled: Before Ever After with my children last night and it sort of reminded me of a thought I’d had earlier in the day. After being united with her family, Rapunzel couldn’t adjust to the life of space and freedom and all that glamour. She wanted something else, maybe something more outside of the kingdom walls.
Sometimes, there are certain things we can’t condone and we feel hurt or disappointed by them. But when something worse happens, we realize the former was better appreciated than condoned. Let me give an example. … More What do we really want?
“It would have been nicer the other night though but you were with those two school boys and I didn’t want to be rude, taking you away from them”.
I looked at him, amazed. Then I laughed. “Omololu and Dan”, I said.
“Who were those? Your boyfriends or something?”
“Oh please. How many boyfriends can a girl have?”
“My dear, only girls know the answer to that”, he mocked. … More Part 10: A vampire, perhaps
Nifemi’s father couldn’t to accept defeat. He wasn’t financially buoyant to take responsibility to excuse his daughter out of an early marital resort. As he sat there, carefully putting his thoughts together to form the right words, he couldn’t help but blame himself for allowing the situation deteriorate to such an extent. Little wonder Nifemi’s mother deemed it fit to give their daughter to a rich married man who would take care of her. Then she in turn gave herself to a better alternative.
Pa Jide and Mama Savage sat quietly on the three-sitter cushion. They had come as a favor to Nifemi to help break the news to her parents. As elders in the family, they stayed to make sure that while scolding and chastising her, the best decision on the matter is taken. Needless to say, her parents will be far entangled in disappointment and overwhelmed with emotions to take the right decision. Mr. Martins, with a blank face, sat separate from everyone. Mr. Adeniji rose up suddenly and entered the bedroom. He emerged a few seconds later, holding ‘a finely-skinned long bamboo stick’ in the grip of his hand. … More Story telling: Series 2
The afternoon was cold and windy. The rains poured heavily outside, the streets were deserted from the fierceness of it. It was as though the world was aware that the heavens were falling. The weather told the story of what was happening in Mr. Adeniji’s house. Though midday, it was drearily dark and desolate, as though the masquerades of the spirits of the dead have indeed come to haunt the so-called notable families. The clouds were dark; the ground was pulsating from the thundering rain with fearful thunder claps, and lightning crowning the air with tension. … More Story telling: Series 1
January is always a good place to begin a new chapter. With the New Year excitement in the air and unrealistic resolutions flying about, it seemed like the best time to hope anew. So Dupe prayed for a miracle for that year. She wanted an angel to wipe away all her tears of yesteryears, assure of the wonderful tomorrow she’d always dreamed of and take care of her today. And almost as if God heard her prayer, she met this man that same January.
“May I pay for that?”
Dupe looked up at him. He was huge and very ordinary looking. He must have thought she was less fortunate to have walked into a supermarket and picked something that she didn’t have money to pay for. Or worse still, that she was hopeless enough to hope for any stranger to pay for her shopping. He had a little girl with him. He looked old enough to her father and Dupe too had her younger sister. It didn’t seem like a good condition to be picking up a potential date.
“No, thank you”, she said and moved along.
It seemed like a good day to do nothing but spend the little pocket money she had managed to save and enjoy the outdoors. Dupe hardly enjoyed doing that. So she went across the supermarket and sat at a coffee shop with her sister. Soon later, the huge looking man showed up again with the little girl asking nicely to join them. Dupe refused to let it turn into some fancy chase so she let him sit across her sister and herself with the little girl. She was adorable to look upon anyway but that was all Dupe let herself admire – to look and not get familiar. But before she knew it, he was beginning to talk, casually, of the things she had thought in her private moments. Speaking as though he had heard her prayers, seen her dreams and knew her pain and although her sister couldn’t understand it, Dupe instantly connected with this stranger. There was nothing familiar about him but he spoke so familiar. So before it dawned on her that it was their first meeting, Dupe had promised to see him again.
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It was almost twilight and I found myself dragging to my quarters. I hoped my brother would be there at least to make me feel better since all my girlfriends were headed out to a bachelor’s eve. I could have sworn I heard strange noises coming from upstairs. I couldn’t tell where exactly. Ours was a high-rise building, the stairs goes on and on. But as I climbed higher, the noise grew louder. It sounded like bashing. I was scared. The noise was coming from my room. I didn’t have the option of running away or hiding away till it was over. My brother could be in trouble. I rushed to open the door. I was horrified by the very sight that welcomed me. Segun and Yinka were battering my brother.
“What? No, stop it”, I yelled as I rushed to pull him away from them. But before I could do that, a heavy backhand slap threw me to the floor rendering me weak with series of echoes in my ear. I must have been blinded temporarily too. I struggled to remain alert. My eyes grew teary after I shook off the daze from my face. It was only then that I noticed the blood come out through my nostrils. There was no time for a pity party, my brother was in more trouble. Omololu was already collapsed in a pool of his own blood with cuts and bruises all over his body, especially his face. I gasped for air when I saw my brother like that. Is he dead? I hoped not as I pushed myself across the rugged floor toward him but within a twinkling of an eye, one of the boys pulled me up by my hair. Argh! That hurt so bad. Then he tied my hands and feet to each corner of my bed. I fought and screamed but I couldn’t get away from him. Then I began to beg, mercilessly.
“I’ve been asking to be your boyfriend” he said then he laughed out loud, an evil laugh. “Instead of accepting to date me, all you do is flaunt your sexy body around me. You shouldn’t have done that. Now here you are, at my mercy but not to worry, I will be gentle”, Segun said as he smiled so devilishly. My eyes grew wider in fear of the devilish thought on his mind. He stroked my cheek as he spoke. I struggled to get the twines loose but they were tied hard. I was only hurting myself more by wriggling my wrist in them. I loathe his touch yet all I could do is plead. I must have said a prayer that night. If there was ever a time I needed a miracle, it was that night, a miracle of obstruction.
I shot my eyes so tight and hoped by the time I opened them, it would go back to be a peaceful night. But when I opened my eyes, my brother was still in a pool of his own blood and the boys were gearing to rape me, both of them. As they took their turns to devour me, my brother awoke from my screams and cries. He tried to pull his body towards the bed but it was difficult for him to move at all. His face was badly cut. He only managed to see barely with one eye.
After they were done and gone, I wanted to be dead. I would have been better dead. I couldn’t cry anymore. I had lost my voice from so much screaming. I had lost strength from struggling and my body wasn’t mine anymore. The pain that overpowered me was deadening. I couldn’t believe that it happened to me, to us. The agonising pain and hurt and fury I felt at that moment were insurmountable. I should have gone to the party. Yet I feared for my twin brother and me. We were barely two months in the University, how could this have happened, I thought. The sight of him frightened me as I imagined the worst lying with my swollen eyes glued to the white ceiling. The tears rolled down without a sound or whimper. Until someone notices us there, we are good as dead. So I wait for death. … More Untitled: A short story for your weekend holiday