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THE UNKNOWN YOKE-EPISODE-4

I felt nauseous immediately I smelt the
fresh fish Adejare said I should help
him to prepare some fish sauce.
I felt reluctant to prepare it but who
else would have done it? Taiwo and
Kehinde wouldn’t be able to make it
well.
It had been four weeks now that I
realized I was pregnant and it was this
week that he came back home from
Abuja after such a long time.
As I filleted the fish and introduced
them into the sauce on fish, the scarf I
had used to cover my mouth couldn’t
suffice as the smell gushed into my
nose.
I ran to the toilet and started vomiting
into the pit latrine!
“Are you pregnant?” I heard that voice
so clear and sound
Adejare!
How did he know?
Was he following me?
I had taken measures to ensure that I
wouldn’t be loud and it amazed me how
he knew.
My hair on my body stood up straight
“Are you pregnant, I ask!” he thundered
again
I cleaned my mouth with the end of my
wrapper and looked at him
“Yes” I said silently
He laughed devilishly as he came close
to me.
He felt my neck and I was shocked.
I had expected something more violent
“You are pregnant” he said calmly and I
nodded
“You are mad!” he shouted suddenly as
he pushed me down to the floor with
his right knee.
I fell right on my vomit and he
started raining punches on me.
“Die! Die! Die!” he continued to shout as
he rained blows on me.
“Adejare jo nitori olorun o. Die as
how?” I cried out in anguish
“You are an ill-luck! Why would my life
have such downturn just because of
you. Pregnancy again!” he slapped me
on.

 

 

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I gave in to his beating but guided my
tummy which was his center of attack
with my hands.
Suddenly, he screamed!
I opened my eyes and there looking like
a possessed lady was Taiwo digging her
teeth into his thigh.
“What!” he exclaimed on, obviously
shocked
Just as I was too!
He started raining slaps on her and I
stood up suddenly to interfere.
“Adejare, this girl is nothing but a very
naïve young girl. Leave her alone!” I
cried out and he growled, fixing his
eyes on me like a beast.
“You are turning the backs of my
children against me right?” he
screamed as he pulled me by the hair
and dragged me inside the house.
James and John had started crying.
“You have to remove this nonsense you
placed in there. I have nothing to do
with it. It has to die!”
I tried to find my voice.
What arrant nonsense is this guy
saying?
I was the one that was supposed to take
it personal that I had gotten pregnant.
“But, I don’t know why you are getting
angry” I said at last and he looked at
me, his mouth suspended
“You don’t know why?” he asked again,
his hands tightened round my hair
“Of course. I pay the PTA Levy of the
children, clothe them, feed them, act as
the father and the mother and then
another one is here- an additional
responsibility.
Wasn’t I so supposed to be angry that I
would even commit suicide?” I spoke in
a very shaky voice and he was
obviously shocked.
I had never looked up into his face to
respond to him whenever he beat me.
“The reason why I, Adejare Olowo am
getting angry is because I wonder how
on earth I became entangled with a
beautiful for nothing empty barrel that
had overtime been the cause of my
misfortune in life. I can’t imagine me
living this kind of life but that is what
happens when you get married to a
cursed individual!” he spat the words
into my face.
“Adejare, the children are watching and
you are…” I broke down into tears.
One mistake I never made in my
marriage was telling my children how
irresponsible their father was.
I never did!
I covered him up whenever they spoke
ill of him
But see him now.
Tears cascaded my face and I shook my
head in a frustrating manner
“Your mother is cursed! She killed her
parents, leaved in the orphanage all her
life, I picked her up from the miry clay
and all she could do was separate me
from my own parents as well, making
my life miserable, bearing children that
took after her witchy lifestyle. Her
name is Glory but she is a shame!” he
screamed that so loudly that I felt
nauseous again.

 

 

 

imagesAs I started to hold my tummy in a bid
to start vomiting again, he picked me
up with a single hand and kicked me
hard in my tummy.
I fell out through the door, let out a very
ear-piercing cry and there was a great
darkness!
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I adjusted the intravenous lines and
looked at my patient.
She looked so blue!
What is it about this woman oh Lord
that she would be going through
turbulent times all in the name of
marriage?
Exactly what was wrong?
What I didn’t understand well was how
a man who had for countless number of
times had sleepless nights because of a
lady would turn her into a punching
bag shortly after saying ‘yes’
If this was what marriage entailed, I’d
rather just stay single and happy for my
Father in heaven.
I moved to the table to check her case
note for her name and I saw it so
clearly ‘Glory Olowo’
Darkness seemed to hang in the air.
I sensed there was absolutely something
wrong.
All I see whenever that woman entered
into my office was darkness.
Darkness was what filled her eyes
She breathes out darkness.

 

 

tI wonder what it was but I felt so pulled
to her side whenever she came by.
Why would I be pulled to darkness?
There must be something interesting
about her that I had not unraveled yet.
And it is time to do so.
She had not recovered from her shock
yet and it was long over three weeks
now.
It was very painful that her husband
wanted the baby dead!
What some are looking for badly!
I took her hands and she shook a bit as
if a cold chill ran through her spines
“Lord Jesus, thank you for this lady. I
know nothing about her but if I could
be of help, use me because I can smell a
rat as regards her. Something is
definitely wrong oh Lord!”
I walked to the window side and drew
the curtains. I opened the louvers and
moved from one corner of the room to
the other.
“I plead the blood of Jesus!” I repeated
all of over and over again as I moved
from one place to the other.
She moved a hand and I smiled
Something was just so fishy!
“Father, Your word says that the
stranger shall be afraid and shall with
fear come out of their hidden closets.
Every stranger here, I command you to
hear the voice of the Lord, leave in
Jesus’ name.” I prayed loudly.
I was so lucky that no other patient was
in the ward with her so I could pray
loudly.
“Are you not afraid?” something told
me from somewhere that I could not
even decipher
I laughed
“Afraid? Not at all. For the Lord God
will help me, therefore shall I not be
confounded, therefore have I set my
face like a flint and I know that I shall
not be afraid” I said boldly
In my ten years of practicing
gynecology, I had seen a lot of
diabolical displays of dark powers
A little wonder most medical personnel
rely on one or more powers.
But I had chosen the greatest power of
all!
The power of Jesus!
She sneezed for three good times
And darkness I saw again!
I looked up at her as she rubbed her
face and attempted to sit up.
I paused.
She flinched as she sat up and returned
to her sleeping position, breathing hard
“Good morning Mrs. Olowo.”
She looked at my side and looked away
“Good morning” she said curtly
“You might have difficulty in sitting up
for a while. You have bruises on your
tummy, waist and pelvic so you will
manage to still be okay”
“Thank you” she said as tears ran down
her face.
She looked so weak
“What about the baby?” she asked and I
looked at her intently the more
She looked pitiful
“Your baby is growing Mrs. Olowo” I
said and she sighed deeply
“What about my husband?” she asked
and I smiled
“He should be fine although we have
not seen him since you were rushed in
here about a month ago” I tried to say
as I calmly as I could
She shook her head weakly
“Ok.” She said again
But she was not looking into my face- at
all!
“Mrs. Olowo, are you a Christian?” I
asked and she nodded in the
affirmative
“Are you born again?” I asked again
and she nodded
“I attend The Believers’ Gospel Church”
I smiled
“Church going is different from being
born again. By being born again, there
are some things you wouldn’t be doing
which you used to do before. Do you
insult?” I asked and she smiled
“Is it possible not to insult?” she smiled
and I smiled too as I held her hands
She tried to get her hands off mine but I
insisted
“You don’t like looking into my face
whenever you are speaking to me.
Why?” I asked
She shook her head
“I look into your face” she said and I
smiled
“Ok, look into my face now” I said and
she tried but squinting, she looked away
again
“It’s kinda painful. The ray of sunlight
is disturbing my eyes” she said and I
looked through the window panes
There was no sunlight- it was still very
early in the morning.
I moved to the other side of the ward
“Look at me now, the rays should be
gone” I said but she shook her head
more vigorously.
“It’s even more” she said and I walked
towards her.
“Would you love to tell me about you?”
“No!” she replied bluntly
“Ok. But are you into any occult group?”
I asked so plainly and she looked into
my eyes, squinting
She looked flabbergasted
“What are you saying?” she asked and I
patted her back
“It was just a question madam. I don’t
appreciate everything you are passing
through” I replied, calmly
She shook her head as fresh tears
flowed.

 

 

“I am not a cultist, neither am I a witch.
I am just a woman of many sorrows
and I don’t appreciate anyone prying
into my privacy”
“I am sorry if that is the way you feel
madam but I am just your friend”
“Ba na so” she said in Hausa meaning
she didn’t like the idea one bit.
She was obviously disappointed in me
I had to win back her trust so we could
get to the root of the matter.
There is no smoke without fire
There is no problem we go through
without a reason for it- either good
reasons or the bad one-
Either man-induced or Divinely-
arranged!
I gave her a very large smile and held
her hands again
“Ina so n ki sose” I said and gave her a
very large smile
She didn’t reciprocate.
My heart suddenly yearned for her as
tears rolled down her face
“You think I am weird too?” she asked
and I smirked
“No. I think you are interesting and
really amazing.” I said and her face
glistened
“Then, why have I never had a moment
of happiness, ever!”
My heart broke
“It’s about starting” I said and she
looked at me questionably
“Really?”
“Really!” I nodded and bent over her on
the bed in a bid to hug her.
She put her hands round me too though
being careful of her intravenous line.
Oh Lord!
I had a mixed feeling- I felt a very huge
darkness yet my heart opened and
yearned for her.
As we disengaged from the hug and I
placed her right hand by her side, I saw
the cause-
The cause of the darkness I felt.
I held her right hand and studied it
well.
“What are these?” I asked her and she
withdrew her hand from me.
“I don’t know” she said and I sat down
“Of course you do. How many are
those?” I asked again and she looked at
me, really baffled
“Why do you care to know?”
Because that might just be the path to
tread to your deliverance woman!

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“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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