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The unknown yoke-Episode2

“Ogooluwa, wake up” I heard his voice
and I sat up immediately.
It was still dark and he was fully
dressed, carrying a small bag. I was
startled
“Good morning” I said and he nodded
briefly.

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“We have to leave now” he said and I
looked at him, shocked.
“For where?” I asked
“Nasarawa” he said and I suddenly
grew weary.
“What!” I exclaimed and he nodded still
“Let’s go and start our lives afresh
there.” He said and I looked really
baffled.
“Our loads, as in, come on, Ade mi…” I
kept babbling.
It really met me suddenly and I didn’t
know the right thing to say.
And that was how we left for Nasarawa
state in the middle belt of Nigeria
without telling anyone and with our
modes of communication- Sim cards-
broken!
On the way to Nasarawa again, we
were involved in an accident where fire
consumed all of our properties and I
was so shocked as how this could
happen to us.
I wept really hard as I could feel that I
smelt of misfortune and ill-fate!
But my name was Ogooluwa- God’s
glory!
What was wrong with me oh my good
God!
With the little money we had (Thank
God Adejare was wise enough to keep
another account his parents knew
nothing about), we secured a place to
live in and it was quite comfortable
since the cost of living in Nasarawa was
relatively affordable.
But we were not married at all!
I didn’t allow him to touch me until he
paid my dowry and until we were
prayed for.
Who was he going to even pay the
dowry to?
Well, I didn’t know who but I knew
deep down that though I loved him, I
couldn’t just give way to him like that.
We eventually went to a court of law
and we were joined together as we
exchanged the matrimonial vows while
we hired a couple to pray for us!
Our wedding night was a night I would
never forget!
Never did I envisage that everything
could be like that!
The way Adejare tore at me as he
rammed me was not pleasurable at all.
As I moaned in pain and bled, he didn’t
care but only rode on as if I was a
horse!
Oh my God!
After everything, as he walked to the
bathroom, he turned back to look at me.
“You are a virgin after all” he said and
tears streamed down my face.
Where is the guy I loved?
The Adejare that I gave my heart to,
where is he?
I had earlier told him while we were in
courtship that I wasn’t sure if I was a
virgin and that he would find out when
we married.
This was because while we were
growing up in the orphanage home, one
Mr. Sylvester who was a tutor there did
teach us practically about sex. He would
be so explicit that he would make us lie
on one another and then record it in his
then analog camera!
I was part of the victims then and there
really wasn’t anyone who we could
report to because almost all the men
there were promiscuous as well and the
women would only laugh.
I told Adejare about this and he
consoled me, saying no matter the
outcome of his findings on our wedding
night, he would be just fine.
But see his response now!
You are a virgin after all!
I felt like dying!
…But that was the beginning of our
frustrating marital life!

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I am thirty-nine years old now and our
marriage would be seventeen years in
three months’ time.
This news from the medical doctor
would definitely spark fire when my
husband comes to hear of it.
Pregnant?
After 6 children?
How did it even happen?
My husband worked with a quarry in
Mararaba, near Abuja and while he
lived far away, we had lived from hand
to mouth.
I had presented my certificate to
different educational sectors but despite
my wonderful 1st class result, I had
never been accepted!
Never did any of them call me back for
interview- not even the budding private
schools!
It was frustrating!
The only things I could do well with my
hands were hairstyling, frying of
chinchin and hand embroidery of
clothes.
And those were the source of income
for feeding the half a dozen children
that I had.
The money my husband made per
month was up to 50,000 but he never
dropped a dime at home.
The only thing he brings back at the end
of the month when he visited would not
be more than Kulikuli, kilishi and masa
(Corn flour cake) plus bread-
sometimes!
You are ten weeks pregnant! That the
doctor said was like a death sentence
because, the last time my husband met
with me was ten weeks ago and that
was after about 2 months sexual break!
Why would pregnancy just result within
that short period of time?
Why wouldn’t pregnancy visit the rich,
barren wife of our Reverend in church?
—probably because she is stingy!
She would come to the small stall in
front of my house and start pricing my
wraps of chinchin!
Uku amsin! (Three for #50)
Uku amsin!
Uku amsin!
Those were the words that come out of
her mouth every time to the extent that
my children had nicknamed her
Mummy Uku Amsin!
Why must it be me and not her?
Not after the very stern warning from
my husband that if I get pregnant
again, he would throw me out.
How would I tell him?
Exactly how would I tell him that after
so much period of sex starvation, the
one time he met with me was in my
ovulation period and that it resulted
into pregnancy?
How?
As I held my purse- the house of all the
money I had in the world (#4000+)
close to my chest, a car drove to my
side suddenly and I outstretched my
right hand, spread my palm and cursed
“Waka!” I said suddenly, very
frightened
“Glory!” I heard the driver called and I
knew who it was.
The only person who called me Glory
was my neighbor Hasiya. Since she
couldn’t pronounce Ogooluwa perfectly,
I gave her the option of the English
meaning- Glory!
“Hasiya, it’s you” I said, smiling faintly
“Yes it’s me. Come in” she said but she
was not smiling at all.
What was the problem?
She was always smiling happily
whenever she saw me but now, her face
looked sad.
I turned and sat on the front seat.
“I hope there is no problem” I said,
looking intently into her face.
“That would be a lie if I said so” she
said as she drove off.
My heart started beating fast.
What could the problem be?
She had turned back to Kasuwa
(market) side instead of going to
Agwan-Biri where we lived and I
wondered what was wrong.
I had the ability of maintaining my
calm and dying in silence, so I was
going to do same here.
I would wait till she showed me what it
was!
My headache had started on a serious
level!
She drove to a halt in front of one of
the communication stores and she
looked into my face.
She held my hands together and my
anxiety heightened!
The veins at the side of my head were
fighting hard to be heard and noticed.
“I saw this and I felt that if I didn’t let
you see it too, it wouldn’t tell well of
me” she said as she pointed at the other
side of the road.
I turned to look at the direction she
pointed at and lo and behold! …
It just couldn’t be true!
As my heart jumped anxiously as if to
leave the cage holding it, I closed my
eyes in shame and embarrassment!
“It is well Glory ko? I don’t even know
what to say. Sanu….yakuri!” she begged
me on, trying her utmost to console me.
The first time we spoke together was
when I was seven years ago when I was
in the pregnancy of my last twins and
my husband kept kicking my tummy as
if to put an end to the growing fetus!
She had rushed out of her gigantic
mansion that midnight just to come in
between the fight!
She was drawn to my beauty and that
of my twins- 3 sets of twins!
She was dazed also at my spoken
English and she wondered what was
wrong!
Since then, whenever she had one thing
or the other, she would give to me to
help my children.
It was however heartbreaking that my
last-born- the boy twins were seated on
the ground with some ill-looking
children, holding plastic plates and
singing the Al-majiri song.
Al-majiri!(beggars)
Al-majiri!
My own children!
Just 7 years old o!
Begging for money???
I didn’t know what to do.
Was I supposed to cross the road and
beat them?
Or was I supposed to turn back and go
home?
Or what?
I was so stranded as to what to do!
If for real God really exists, why is this
happening to me? Why has my life
never been full of happiness?
Why have I always been a Mara?
Why has my portion always been bitterness?
Why?
Oh why?

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The unknown yoke Episode -1

 

Author: Oyebola Lizzy Oyekunle

Stay BLESSED ♥

♡ Right_poc

 

Daily Prompt: Retreat

 

IT IS TIME TO LOOK BACK

It has been a really busy year for me.

Looking back from the beginning of this year i realize i started the year excited, hopeful, expecting, anticipating and all. As January ended my i was discouraged and down as things did not work out as i expected it to work out.Then came February, March and June and things started working out well and even better than expected. In those few months i thought….

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RETREAT

Hey 🙂 life is good when you’re with God cause he got your back. Then came July the long awaited  month, lol … this was the month i was going to go for service FINALLY, though the excitement had long waned i still had to go so i went

The camping experience was wonderful and i enjoyed it, but it was soon over before i blinked my eyes and i was posted to my place of primary assignment. With each passing day i learnt a new thing, my wisdom boat expanded and the pains and troubles i encountered only stayed to re-shape and mold me re-branding me into a STRONGER individual.

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HAVING FUN WITH FRIENDS

In the few months past i met great minds that contributed to my development and i am for ever grateful to them. No matter how little their contribution maybe  i am grateful.

In all i am grateful to God for his love and presence, though sometimes it felt distance but i know in those moment of silence he was teaching me to learn to listen to him no matter how crowded my head or environment was. It was your arms that shielded me from the devourer and his armies.

via Daily Prompt: Retreat

Sitting now to recount how my year has been so for, i have come to know that within this past one year i have grown a great deal. I have added years and knowledge that i couldn’t acquire in 4 years . I have learnt new things and today i stand tall to say i am wiser and more knowledgeable than i have been  in all my years since i reached the age of accountability.

 

A day in my life- Recounting the day.

It was a beautiful day to live, with all my plan for the day I knew it was going to be busy all through and I’ll  need all the strength  I can, to go through the  day.
Sit tight  and grab a coffee ☕🍟 or hot soup 🍲 cause you have a long read today. 🙂

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I woke up, had my quite time  and later joined my family for devotion  which was really great. Since I was the young lady around  I had to prepare breakfast for everyone,  I did this with joy though  my worries were silently tugging  my  stomach.  I have an interview  today and my phone is completely  down, today of all days PHCN thought it wise to take  the light  :?😐 I didn’t think  of it cause I didn’t want to get destabilized  before my big day so I was positive 👍 that the light would come on before  I live home but no it didn’t work out so I left  home.

Since  today was a significant day in my life I tried to stay positive  so I didn’t fret, I went to a friends place who has a cafe and powered up my phone 😆😅. So now I got one major problem solved.

I also had to register for the NYSC online  since  yesterday  was a total  waste after spending almost my whole day  trying to register all to no avail. Hmmm yeah I was determined  to kill two birds with one stone. I didn’t want to go back home unhappy cause I couldn’t  register  so I waited  till I finally  registered  though  I couldn’t  finish immediately, I rushed  for my interview.

And here’s where it gets intresting. …
Rushing  to plaza  to take a Keke down to IBB – Ibrahim  Babangida Avenue  the tricycle  men told me I wouldn’t  get one there so I should enter another going close then drop and take another. …I told them I was going to get one so they mocked and laughed at me…not up to two minutes  I saw  one. E huh I was happy. . So I told one of the tricycle guy who said I wasn’t going to get any. Hey see I saw one :D:D:D he looked at me and said yeah go.

*I’ve heard  people who encountered fraudsters before but never  have  I encountered  one.*

Sitting quitely  there was this other  guy who was there and was making  a call or rather  acted like he was making  a call, all of a sudden  he stopped  and asked where St. LUKE’S  Hospital  was. Suprisingly we were going  to the opposite direction  so I told him  he had to go back. So he insisted on stopping  after he stopped  he brought out a foreign currency  and wanted to pay the Keke man but later discovered and brought out #500  Note  then said he was a stranger  in town. He then asked if it was still #800 that would be charged if he charted  a Keke to his destination. Then I knew he’d been cheated  someway so I asked him where he was coming from,  he said from the park and he was charged  that amount to get to Plaza.

On hearing this I took pity on him and advised him not to act as a stranger so people won’t exploit  him. ** By the way the Keke man didn’t collect  his money  I thought that was the kindest thing to do for a stranger. ** so Mr stranger  started walking off then the the scene started ___ This Keke guy  started talking he  drove towards Mr S. and asked him if he would be patient he could take him to his destination after he’s dropped  me off, Mr S. Agreed  so he hopped  into the Keke and we started our journey.

As the man drove  he later took a road he shouldn’t have taken  since he had to drop  me off so I brought it to his attention and  he said ohhh sorry about that I forgot  but don’t worry I’ll  take  you through the other route ( then I didn’t smell anyhing fishy ) next I here Mr S complaing and saying we, I and the driver were conving to cheat him/Decieve  him/ Exploit  him *imagine that * so to calm him I tried to explain to him what was going on and that he shouldn’t worry  cause he was in good hands. * in my church  mind*

Then The driver told me in my language to ask him where he was from and what was he doing  here in our country ** this driver  knew how to speak English quite well cause we spoke English before  I entered his Keke  and after ** So thinking  and asking myself why this driver couldn’t ask him himself  to satisfy my curiosity  I asked  Mr S. Mr S said he  was from Burkina Faso  but his mother was from Guatemala  …so so so but he came to sell Goods in our country  at the trade fair….*I never heard of any trade fair recently ** So the driver  asked me to ask him what kind of goods he sells and what  he  would  do if “we” brought customers for him??? I took note of the drivers  personalization  of (we)but still asked Mr S.

so Mr S. Responded and told us of his goods and said if we brought customers for him he would give us  shoes, gold etc not like I was interested in all this but I knew things at the trade fair would be cheap  so I asked him for his  number or card so I could  reach him and request for supplies  if need be but he didn’t have any ** he said his cards finished  yesterday *lie* I noticed  what he was doing he had a phone but he didn’t have a number **😦😮**  He began to tell us a story about a lady who cheated him and asked us if we were going to do the same.

All this while I just wanted to get to my destination  in time for my appointment.  So he said he had his goods somewhere and it happened to be close to my destination  so he told the driver to park * *did I tell you he gave the driver a watch to encourage him to bring customers **  Far off since the police where guiding there goods  *he said other people too where here from his home country for the trade fair**

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All of a sudden I sensed their deceit  I put one and two together.  So I told the driver not to park he should get me to my destination then he could come back and strike a deal with Mr. S. Now Mr S. Got angry  he started acting weird  so he said he would know if we were Christians if he we got his question correctly. He asked what God used to create  the flesh  * even a little  child  of 4 from a Christian  home would know that** So with digust  we both chorused the answer  -clay.

Next he did the weirdest thing by putting  his hand  in his pocket and brought  out  clay * so he says but I saw nothing  in his hand**   he said the sand was from his home country he showed it to the driver and I ( I saw nothing  though) then he picked up sand from the Keke and acted like he mixed two things together  and touched the back of his hand  the Keke man’s  hand and brought  it to touch mine so I shouted at him to stop this act and asked him  if he must do all that before he trust anyone .

So here I was with a weird Keke man and a stranger  who I now realize are partners 🙊 So he said I shouldn’t step my leg on the ground if not… I didn’t wait to hear the rest so I turned and told him he didn’t know whom he was dealing with. That I am the daughter of the King and he can’t mess around with me so he shouldn’t waste  his time so he got angry and said things I didn’t bother waiting to listen to cause I crossed the road and walked in for my  interview.

It was a day that should have gone worst  than I could imagine  but God’s Grace was sufficient  for me and all the hitches didn’t dull my sparkle cause I came out happy fulfilled  and wondered why I was ever worried  to start with.
In all it was a GRACEFULL day 🙌🙌👐

Hey I know you’ve had one GRACEFUL day or one you thought wouldn’t  end well but turned out better than you expectated … I’d  appreciate it if you share  it in the Comment  box.

Grace  my day with you wonderful comments  😆😆

From the depth of my heart

The ultimate gift of life is a life.
A life misspent is a life unworthy of this gift.
A life lived in reverences and knowledge of  its’ true purpose is one to be sought after with all our being , plunging down to the depths of this knowledge caves way to the achievement of our life’s’ purpose.

There is only one life to live.
Live it with the Word -JESUS

Live it to the fullest

Live it with understanding

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Live it with an aim

Live it with a vision

Live it with a destination

Live it with Joy

Live it with hope

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Live it with Grace

Live it with determination

Live it without regrets

Live it without fear

Be Good, Be True, Be Kind, Be Just, Be Faithful and above all Believe in God cause he is the ultimate gift-Life.

Ciao

Align yourself to God’s purpose.

Waking up this beautiful Sunday morning I thanked God for it and was glad to take on the day’s activities. I hurried to prepare food so my family would eat when they come back from church and all of a sudden i felt the urge to stay back after everyone had left for church. I struggled with the urge and told myself maybe i should go late instead of staying back completely.

I guess the devil was listening,  so I overcomed my feelings and hurried out the door to Church.
Normally I hate being the last person to leave  the house so i don’t lock the doors, ( i don’t know why but i hate locking doors- I find it tiring ) but unfortunately i was the last to leave the house.

In my hurry i locked all the doors inside and the last door which was the front door was left.

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After i had locked the door i tried to pull the key out i couldn’t pull it out
( FYI : I pulled the key out from inside the house and brought it out to lock the door ) i tried doing that for over ten minutes but i couldn’t pull this key from the door and I told myself that this was the devil’s strategy of delaying me. I ran to my cousins house and asked him to come help me with the door and he looked at me and said do you think i have the strength to get the key out? I told him i don’t think it needs strength.

Coming over the house he just turned the key and within a few seconds pulled it out. I was amazed and asked him how he did it, he told me the key just needs to lie flat. I struggled cause i made  the key to lie straight thinking i  was right and  I struggled with it for so
long.

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Look again don’t you think you’re putting the key wrongly? I know that’s how you see others put it, yes that’s how you use to put it before and the door opens up for you. Now that isn’t working it’s time for you to try a new method, a new and perfect way this way is Jesus. Other means had worked for you before, all this while the right and best means laid still waiting for you to come through it but you preferred the short cut.

Struggling with God’s methods would get you no where align your life to his  purpose and the your doors would open smoothly.

The best solution is to ask He has given us an open check all you need to do is to write what you need. He is willing to guide you through life’s journey, through the pain, loss etc. No luxury is promised but his ever abiding presence guiding you every where and at the  end of the day a Hope of everlasting life ( eternal life ) all you need to do is let him help you and see how  perfect your life would  be,  don’t get glued to your opinions thinking they’re the best open up to him and you’ll be surprised at the out come.

Have a great week God bless you.

@ princessofcreation1

A life worth living.

“In the end, its not the years In your life that counts but the life in your years”.

                                  -Abraham Lincoln

I recently read about some highly placed individuals in the society who were wealthy but actually did not live life cause they ended up ridiculed and their wealth couldn’t get them anywhere at the end of the day.

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A song writer says “Only remembered by what we have done.” People think life is measured by the amassing of wealth, great achievements etc.  Our life years matters, and our life years depends on how much impact we have made in the lives of others and our society in general.

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A smile to that little girl looking worn out and tired, can cheer up her soul and make her look forward to tomorrows  chores .

A thank you to that conductor who gave you a crumpled change  can lighten up his day.

It was only a sunny smile, But it scattered the night. Thus little it cost in giving, it made the day worth living.”
                                       -Anonymus.

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The helping hand you lend to that old woman would relief her of her stress, making her grateful of your presence in her life.

A simple compliment to that young Lady at the mall would make her want to do more to help.

“Don’t allow idleness to deceive you; for while you give him today , he steals tomorrow from you.”
                                            -H. Crowquill

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There is no happiness in having or in getting, but only in giving.”
                                   -Henry Drummon

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Get living today, love, give and add more years to your life
Life is lived when we are able to lift others decided where you would rather be today.