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The Unknown yoke – Episode 6

There was a knock on the door and a
tall, slim, teenage girl and two little boys
came in with a basket and a polythene
bag.
“Good morning doctor” the girl greeted
me in an almost sweet manner
“Morning dearest. How are you?” I
replied
“I am fine ma” she replied
The two boys went and positioned
themselves at the sides of the bed.
Glory smiled
“These are my children.” She said and I
smiled
“They are very lovely” I replied
“If you say so” she replied, bluntly
“I am very serious now. Your children
are lovely, lovable and good looking”
I said and she winked at me
“Stop it” she whispered, trying to shush
me up
I was dazed
“What’s your name lovely?” I faced her
daughter and she looked down,
fumbling at her dress.
“Taiwo” she said and I held her
shoulder, pressing them softly.
She cringed
But I smiled
“Taiwo, please go out with your
brothers while I discuss with mummy” I
said and they obliged
I went close to Mrs. Olowo
“Why were you trying to stop me from
talking?” I asked and she looked
offended a bit
“I don’t like the way you were praising
them in their presence. It is very
wrong!” she said, closing her eyes to
everything I would have said to defend
myself
I smiled and tried to hold her hands
“When you praise the children
especially young girls, they tend to
become very arrogant and then they
become immoral” she said and I
practically laughed
“No wonder!” I said and she looked at
me, her forehead wrinkled because of
the frown on her face.
“What?” “She winced at my touch,
embarrassed by my compliments of her
body and oh…no wonder!” I exclaimed
again.
I just wondered where some mothers get
their orientations from about the girl-child

upbringing “So what?” she asked
“What you don’t know is that if you
don’t tell her now, she would have
people to tell her out there.

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The guys you are trying to shield her from would
be the same people who would tell her
about things in she had never even known

about their body” I
explained and she could only look on
“Hmmmm” she said, not so convinced
The door opened

“Dr. Flora, the Consultant wants to see
you now” a nurse came to inform me
“Thanks Ennie” I said to her smiling, she left.
“I think your kids have brought you
some food. Try to eat. I will see you later.”
As I left the ward, her children entered
and the door was closed.
I was tempted to go close to the door
again and eavesdrop.
“What food is here?” she asked
“Rice, pepper sauce and goat meat.
There is pap and moin-moin too” the
daughter said and I was bemused
I thought she was supposed to be poor
“Inside the nylon her is cotton wool,
more cannulas, syringes and tissue
papers. She said she would see you in
the evening” the daughter explained on
Oh, someone was helping!
“This Mrs. Hasiya o! Oh my God! What
can I say to her but that you bless her
for me? What else oh Lord?” she said,
faintly
“She even gave us Semovita and
Ogbonno Soup last night. Mummy Uku
Amsin still came yesterday” she said
and I heard a long hiss
“What was she looking for? Only
looking for how members would fill
their churches and not concerned about
her welfare. I hate those kinds of
Christians”
“She wanted to buy chinchin as usual”
Taiwo said and the small boys laughed
“I wonder why some Christians find it
difficult to help their so called brethren
when they cant be there for them in
times of need, especially the rich ones!
Ah! People of other religions are doing
better than them any time, any day!”
Mrs. Olowo said again, somehow
pained
My heart was crushed!
I was as guilty of what they were saying
as much as the Rev. Mummy.
Most times we are carried away by
winning souls and getting people free
from some vices while we neglect their
physical needs. What they need to make
their faith grow!
God have mercy!
“God will bless her for me. When I had
nowhere to go to for your NECO exams
fee, she came in and paid it all. If not,
that is how Kehinde would have
disgraced me totally. Did she even
return the money to the guy?” I heard
her ask
“She said she did”
“But did she?” I heard her mummy ask,
raising her voice
“No. she bought a new phone” I heard
her say silently and I smiled
That should be expected!
As I straightened to start going, the
nurse ran towards me again.
“Madam, there is an emergency.”
I followed immediately and set to work
immediately.
“Why would you attempt abortion with
a hanger for goodness’ sake” I said as I
sanitized my hands
I never imagined that I would do any
surgical operation that day but I just
finished one almost life threatening one
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“I told her not to abort it o but I was
shocked when she suddenly started
bleeding in my shop this evening” a
young guy with a hairstyle like agama
lizard said
I looked at him
“Are you the one responsible for the
pregnancy?” I asked and he nodded
“She is my girlfriend”
“So, why did you get her pregnant?” I
asked and he looked at me as if I was
the most absurd person on earth
“I love her. She is my girlfriend. How
do I show her love if not through this?”
I shook my head
“And who says that having sex with a
lady means showing her love? If you
love her, you would go and asked for
her hand in marriage form her parents.
You are very wrong!” I said forcefully
and the boy smiled
“She loves it too. Even if I don’t touch
her, she would come close to me, just
for me to touch her” he said and I
shuddered
“Who are your parents, they need to be
informed about your condition” I said
and the girl raised her head.
“No ma. Don’t tell them. I will go home
with Haruna. He is my husband” she
said and I was shocked
“You love this person over your
parents?”

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“Yes. He is the only person that loves
me in the whole wide world. He sees the
good in every part of me” she
explained, gasping for air.
“That he says that to you does not mean
he loves you. It could be lust.” I said
and she shook her head.
“I prefer the expressed lust he has to
the unexpressed love my parents say
they have towards me” she said again
and I simply shook my head
“What is your name?” I asked
“Kehinde” she replied
“Surname?” I asked again
“Olowo” she replied again
And my tightened muscles loosened as
my mouth caved into a small, perfect
‘O’!

 

 

“Did you go into any blood covenant?”
that was the first question the pastor
asked as he set his eyes on her
I smiled
Even I was becoming a prophetess!
I knew it was nothing but blood
covenant!
“Sir, she had some incisions done on
her”
It was then I realized that I had not
even asked when she got the incisions
and how
“Yes. The incisions are obvious and her
parents had the incisions done on her
body from birth in order to dedicate
her to their family gods even though
they were Christians at that time.
Right?” the pastor asked
And she nodded
“I read it from my mum’s diary that I
was dedicated to Olunlu, the god of
Ilan, my village”
“Your mum kept a diary? She was
learned?” I asked and she nodded
“They called you Glory but from birth,
your portion had been shame.” The
pastor revealed and I watched
I would reach that level one day too!
I didn’t tell the pastor anything about
this woman so how he got to know was
so wonderful to me.
“In accordance with the injunction of
the herbalist, you were carried nakedly
around the market square for 21 days
after your birth to wade off evil and
that was when the glory departed” the
pastor narrated on.
He hadn’t even held her hands to pray
for her o
But everything he said was true as she
nodded amazingly to the words of the
pastor.
“This is wonderful! God still exists o!
Real men of God are alive” she
exclaimed.
“You are right about what you just said
but don’t be carried away by words of
revelations and discernment as some
false prophets can actually replicate
that. Just know in your heart that God is
alive and it shall be well despite the
influx of many false prophets”
“Hmmm…this is wonderful! I am
stirred” she exclaimed, looking intently
at his face in awe.
“But, there is more to all that is
happening to you. The incisions are the
genesis of the problem but the Spirit of
the Lord is telling me that there is more
to it.” He said
“What?” she asked
“I am not being told. It is being held
from me by the Lord.” He said
“Ah! What could it be?” she asked, so
seriously
“I thought as much. I felt it deep in my
spirit that something else still hangs in
the air” I said too.
“Yes…something like Blood…I see
blood!” the pastor said and we looked
at one another questionably
“Your deliverance hangs onto your
confession…if you could but confess”
“Blood? I have never killed anybody in
my life o….not even an unborn baby”
she said, tears gathering in her eyes.
“Just think deeply if you have been
involved in some bloody transaction
like that…” The pastor urged on
Was the case becoming pathetic?
Her daughter lay on the bed in the
adjacent ward recuperating from a
dangerous abortion attempt.
Another revelation of ‘Blood’ has
resurfaced
God, please intervene oo

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The unknown yoke EPISODE 5

I watched as her lips danced on…
The short, curly strands of hair at the
sides of her face looked beautiful as
thin streams of sweat cascaded down
her face.
“These are incisions” she said, softly
and I smiled
“As if I knew” I said in my heart
I held her back and patted her.
“It’s going to be alright my dear sister.
It takes the revelation of the problem to
proffer solutions to it. Since God has
shown us what it is, then we already
know the battle we are fighting” I
explained.
I had been a victim of incisions and I
knew just how to face it.
It’s nothing but through God’s divine
power.
Before I gave my life to Jesus, I had a
disease called epilepsy and this had
really caused me many valuables plus
disgrace in the public place.
I remembered when I was still at the
college when a guy who had been a
very close friend proposed to me
jokingly and while we smiled over it, he
had pushed me with the tip of a finger
and the disgrace came again!
I started gasping
I fell to the ground with a thud!
I started foaming
Because of this experience, Amos, my
very good friend deserted me.
I lost my family, I lost Amos my bosom
friend, I was really being stigmatized
and I was almost giving up.
Then, one day, my mother called me
suddenly, asked me to get into her
‘cabu-cabu’ car and off she drove me to
one mud house in her village.

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I thought it was a joke until I was given
something greenish to drink and before
I knew it, I was asleep.
By the time I woke up, it was so brutal,
what had happened to me.
My long, dark hair was gone- my head
was scraped clean!
My hands peppered from the cuts of
incisions- 21 on my right hand, 21 on
the left hand, 14 on my forehead, and
14 behind my neck.
I couldn’t weep that day as I felt the
frustration that my mum felt that could
have made her do such to me.
She apologized as she wept that she just
had to save me from the disease that
ravaged me then.
And it worked!
…or it looked like it worked!
Until five months later when the
problem returned with full force.
If the ailment lasted for 22 hours before
the ‘traditional operation’ was carried
on me, it increased to about 50 hours.
That was when I realized that it is only
when God gives gift to a man that he
adds no sorrow to it.
The devil gives you a single thing then
he takes about an hundred things from
you in return!
I met Jesus when I attended a crusade
and I gave my life to Jesus.
“Mrs. Olowo, I can relate to what you
are going through as well. Check my
body well and you would see quite a
number of incisions in there.” I started
Her eyes widened
“Really! Even doctors believe in
traditional powers?” she asked so
surprised
I smiled
“Well, I got the incisions before I gave
my life to Jesus and I really did regret
it” I said, surveying her face for her
reaction
“You regret it? Isn’t it supposed to be
the reason why you are still hale and
hearty? Isn’t it why your work is going
on well with no issue?” she spoke on
naively, looking at me as if I was the
weird one
“But what about you? Are the incisions
working for you? If they are, why are
you finding it difficult to do certain
things? Why?” I asked and her
enthusiasm died a bit
“Well…” she said and observed a very
long pause
“The truth is this my dear sister, the
devil gives no man anything good” I
said firmly and she shook her head
“Of course I know. But I am alive only
because I am well secured and safe
through the powers imputed in me. If
not for the incisions and all, my case
would have been a no no!” She
explained, so sure of her conviction.
I shook my head
Oh what blindness!
“So, what of Jesus? Where is the power
he promised? Is he not able to save or
deliver? Is that what you are saying?
That Jesus is powerless?” I bombarded
her with the seemingly millions of
questions
She gripped my arm suddenly and
squeezed it
“I didn’t say that” she said
“So, what were you saying? Explain in
clear terms” I so hated it when my Lord
and Savior is being underrated by
anyone because He had so done
marvelous things for me.
“You had incisions too. Why?” she
asked, pouting her mouth in argument
I cleared my throat
I was ready to fight this to the end
God’s name must be glorified
“It was because of Epilepsy”
She smiled
“And it did stop after the traditional
intervention, didn’t it?” she smiled as if
she had won the case.
I was interested in the point she was
driving at so, I nodded
“Oh yes, it did stop!” I said and she
smiled widely, clapping her hands
together
“God isn’t as strict as we have painted
him to be. In fact, the Bible says,
heaven helps those who help
themselves…”
Misquote of the scriptures, oh God!

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“My doctor, God seems slow sometimes.
Where you expect him to act, he
wouldn’t act but when you do not
expect him to act, that’s when he would
act. So, we have to consult the gods
while still worshipping God because
they are just like messengers to him”
she killed it all.
My heart burnt within me.
We had fed this woman with these
gibberish she had been vomiting oh
God!
God, your daughter needs real
refurbishing!
“Mrs. Olowo, I beg your pardon but
your perspective about God is so wrong!
One, no Bible says heaven helps those
who help themselves, it had just been
adopted for use by many people trying
to avert the right spiritual course they
are supposed to take. Two, God isn’t
slow! Mrs. Olowo, He is merciful! He
loves! He cares! He might appear slow
but no, God’s time isn’t Ours’ and His’
is always the best time. If you trust him
wholly, forget sister, He is never too
late!”
I just couldn’t say much.
My heart panted so hard.
“So, how did he not save you when you
fell into your fits of epilepsy?
Why was it that some incisions on parts
of your body, done in the names of the
gods healed you? Why?”
“I didn’t complete the statement the
other time ma’am. The epilepsy stopped
when I was taken to the traditionalist
but it didn’t last! The devil never gives
something that would last! The problem
I had was epilepsy and by the time in
came back after about 3 months later, it
added real convulsion, rheumatism,
blood vomiting and many more” I
explained and she looked disgusted
“God of mercy!” she exclaimed, holding
her chest firmly.
I was happy that that one hit her with a
bang.
“But it took just a touch of His garment,
the touch of faith and Jesus took them
all away”
“Hmmm…but what happened to the
incisions on your body?” she asked and
I smiled as I relived it all.
After Jesus had healed me and I had
become born again, I started having
series of dreams, different masquerades
pursuing me in the dream, different
masked guys sleeping with me in turns;
I saw myself carrying white calabash on
my head and my body covered in
white!
It was a scary thing!
I did wake up every day then with a
start, panting, sweating and very
scared.
I was so confused
Was this how it would feel at first after
giving one’s life to Jesus?
“After months of tormenting dreams, I
spoke out to my pastor who quickly sent
for two deliverance ministers after
listening to my story. They set to pray
for me and see me vomiting different
substances. The greenish thing I was
made to drink at that time, I vomited
too, a ring was vomited too and it was
really a tug of war as everything done
against me through those incisions were
nullified and destroyed.”
“So, there are specially meaning
attached to incisions?” she asked and I
nodded
“You are right ma’am”
She gasped
“Do I also need deliverance?” she asked
“Yes you definitely need one. But you
definitely need a man of God who has
really been called of God because if a
fake one lays his hand on you, it’s as
good as proclaiming death sentence on
you.” I said and she nodded
“Would you get me a pastor?”
“Yes. I would bring him tomorrow”
“That would be so nice of you.”
“You are welcome”
“Thank you for talking to me like this o.
I am so grateful”
I smiled as I looked into her face.
I was supposed to have peace that her
victory was near but no!
I felt as if I had not been able to even
get to the root of the problem.
What else is the issue oh Lord?
I held her hand to pray with her and an
electric current surged through my
veins.
She smiled at me
…and I reciprocated in a very weird
way ever!
“I will see you later. Let me go and
attend to the other patients”

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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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I thought I still had fish in this house o!
As I bent down to rack my wooden
cupboard for more pieces of dry fish to
complete my Egusi soup, I felt a very
sharp pain in my tummy.
“Jesus!” I exclaimed suddenly as I
quickly drew a stool nearer and sat
down.
What pain was that now, ehn?
I had read in one ancient book that had
survived the test of time with me since
secondary school- “Where there is no
doctor” that whenever a pregnant
woman feels any sharp pain in her
tummy, she should see her doctor as it
could mean a lot of things.
My eyes were so swollen as if they
would jump out of their sockets!
My headache was very great!
What could be wrong with me?
Or was it the stress of the day?
The stress of knowing that I was
pregnant after three sets of twins with
my fate unknown as regards what my
husband’s reaction to the news would
be?
Or was it the embarrassment of seeing
my baby boys on the Almajiri mat,
singing beggars’ songs?
Or was it the stress I had undergone in
transferring my anger on Taiwo?
I shook my head in sadness.
After I had seen what I saw at the
market, not knowing what to do, I acted
a very wise woman and smiled at my
neighbor who only got bothered.
She looked scared when I smiled and
even more scared when I patted her
shoulder and spoke patiently.

 

“Thank you. Let’s go home”
She looked into my eyes again to be
sure that I was very okay ‘upstairs’
“Did you know about the whole thing
before?” she had asked me and I could
only shake my head in the negative.
“Let’s go” I said calmly again, smiling
She turned the ignition key and there
was a very thick silence in the car as
went home.
“You sure you would be okay?” she
asked as I alighted from her car.
“Yes. Thanks, I am grateful” I said as I
walked towards the wooden door.
These children didn’t lock the padlock
again, ehn!

“Mama, sanu da zoa” Taiwo, one of the
eldest twins said from behind me and I
turned to look back at her.
She was coming from the shop, a
wrapper tied round her slim waist.
Her eyes were very red
“Is it firewood you are using?” I asked
and she nodded
“The coal has finished, so I just broke
the faulty stool that was in the backyard
and used it to fry the chinchin” She
explained and I nodded.
She was the most industrious of my
children.

 

“Where is Kehinde?” I asked and she hit
the back of her right palm in the hollow
of her left palm
“I don’t know o” she said and I turned
to move inside.
“What about Bola and Tola?” I asked
again.
The second set of my twins could do
nothing better than read.
They could read just anything so they
must have gone to find something to
read somewhere.
I could not afford to buy them books
“What about James and John?” I asked,
trying to see if she knew about my boys’
whereabouts
She turned back to look at the shop,
then she fumbled with her wrapper
“I don’t know o” she said again, hitting
the back of her right palm in the hollow
of her left palm again.
“You don’t know where they went to?” I
asked again
“I swear to God Almighty, I don’t know”
she said again, her index finger
travelling from her lips to pointing to
the sky.

That gave me the sure answer.
She knew about it!
Whenever my Taiwo swore, it was
because she was trying to cover up
some lies
“Is my shop locked?” I asked again
“Yes ma” she replied, swinging her
right hand
She didn’t know what was awaiting her.
“Come inside” I said calmly again and
she followed me inside the house.
I locked the door from behind and
pulled her inside the room.
Despite how scanty my room was, it was
always neat.
I never condoned any form of dirtiness.
“Mama, what did I do?” she asked as I
pulled her in
“Just kneel down there” I said as I
dropped my purse on the bed and
climbed a plastic chair to pick the
koboko I had hid on one of the planks
supporting the roof.
I had begged one of my customers who
was a teacher to get me one koboko and
she gave it to me as she passed in front
of my shop last week. I had hid it
carefully because if my children should
see it, they would have thrown it away.
“Mummy, truth to God, I don’t know
where they went to” she started crying
She just gave me more reasons to know
she was the one.
I jumped down from the plastic chair
and with no restriction, I started
beating her.
“By the time I take breath from your
mouth, you would know that your mum
hates lies” I started as I readjusted the
mouth of the koboko
“Mummy, they told me they were going
to Kasuwa” she said
She had started confessing
Let me increase the tempo of the
beating…she has to confess
Taiwo of all people!

 

“I told them not to go o mummy” she
said again, tears cascading down her
face.
I landed two clean slaps on her face.
Why lie?
As she increased the gear of her crying,
I pinched her tightly.
She screamed
“If you don’t keep quiet!” I whispered
quietly
I don’t really beat my children that
hard but I was mad!
Mad that my children- the youngest of
them all could embarrass me
Mad that my most industrious daughter
could know about the dirty engagement
of her brothers in that dirty business
-And she could still lie that she didn’t
know!
I threw the koboko away and pulled her
by the ears to myself as I sat on the bed.
“Where did James and John go to?” I
asked again
She sniffed wetly
“Mummy, they said they were going to
Kasuwa” she said
“And you told them not to go?” I asked
“Yes ma” she said and I slapped her
again
She held her face as she wept out loudly
again
“What does your mother hate most?” I
asked
“Lies” she replied amidst her tears
“What did they go and do in the
market?” I asked and as she wiped her
tears, sniffing and reluctant to talk, I
broke down into tears
“Why Taiwo? What have I done to
deserve this? What have I done to
deserve all these Taiwo?” I cried out the
more and though she still sniffed wetly,
she stopped crying
I had never cried before my children
before!
Never!

 

She must have been shocked
I was shocked myself…I didn’t plan it.
I was just so overwhelmed by so many
thoughts that the best thing for me to do
was to cry.
“I try my best to give you everything
needed. You are growing now and little
proceeds from my business, I use to buy
you fine dresses. The wrappers I have
now are the ones I had been using over
five years ago but I have been giving
you almost all you need. You might not
be comparable to all kids, but am I not
trying?” I asked
It was meant to be a rhetorical question
but she answered
“You are trying ma” she said
“So, why Taiwo? Why would you send
your brothers to Kasuwa to beg for
alms? Why?” tears ran down my face
“I am sorry mum. WAEC registration
closes tomorrow and I was not able to
tell you since I know you had nothing. I
was crying today as you went out when
James and John asked me why. I told
them and the next moment they told me
they were going to the market for
Almajiri. I told them not to go but
eventually, I allowed them to go” she
confessed and my heart got swollen up.
“WAEC Registration closes tomorrow?”
I asked again.
“Yes ma”

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“So, your brothers volunteered to beg
for alms to raise WAEC fee? How would
they raise enough for both of you?
How? #28,000 isn’t small o”
My head had started pounding
“Kehinde already has her own money.”
She said and my eyes opened in shock
“How? Who gave her?” I asked again
“Benjamin” she replied
“Who is Benjamin?” I asked again
“Her classmate’s brother” she said
again, fumbling with her wrapper.
“A boy or a girl?” I asked again,
foolishly.
My head couldn’t just compute all I was
hearing
“A boy ma” she replied
“Her boyfriend?” I asked again. Taiwo
avoided my face and my heart dropped.
I am in serious soup!
“Answer me nah” I almost screamed
“They are just friends ma. That was
what she told me” she said
I was tired of beating her
“What did she do that made him give
her that much? Tell me the truth ehn, I
won’t beat you” I promised as my
heartburn increasing.
“Mummy,..” she was reluctant

“Just tell me” I said again.

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“He met us on the way and we were
crying. He said we should come and I
said no. Kehinde went to meet him”
“Jesu!” I exclaimed, loudly, holding my
chest in anguish
“He said he was Benjamin’s brother
and Kehinde and him became friends.
He said we should not cry that he would
give us the money. I said no thank you
and he said what about you Kehinde
and she said she must go to the
university, so she agreed”
She swallowed as she looked at the
floor, ashamed to look into my face.
“So?” I wanted a complete story.
“Yesterday, we went to his shop”
“Where?” I cut in
“In Tammah. He sells motor parts” she
explained
“Mo ti gbe” I pulled at my hair
“So?”
“He said he would touch Kehinde’s
chest before he gives the money. The
two chests” she said and my eyes
widened
“Chest? Two chests ke? You mean
breasts?” I asked and she looked down
“Answer me” I slapped her, my heart
thumping hard
“Yes” she answered
“Then, he gave her the money?” I asked
again
“Yes. He gave her #10,000 and said she
should come back for the remaining
today”
“And she has gone?” I asked and she
nodded
“Then you said you didn’t know where
she went to. Ah, mo ti daran o Jesu!” I
scratched my head as I cried the more
She started crying too.
“Would you get out of this room this
instant?” I screamed hard and she ran
out hurriedly.
I fell to the ground and cried hard.
“Ah ah ah ah, ah! Jesu! Ah ah God of
mercy!” I cried so hard.
I never imagined bringing up my
children this way.
I knelt before my bed and cried so
heavily till my eyes could produce no
more tears.

 

 

 

 
“Where are the mushrooms?” I called
out.
“I am coming ma” Taiwo responded
and she brought in a bowlful of them.
There was no more fish in the cabinet
so, these ones would suffice …I
discovered them as I spread my clothes
outside yesterday.
As I dropped the last piece in the
already frying Egusi, someone pulled at
my wrapper
James!
James the beggar!
“Take your dirty hands off my body
jhur” I shouted at him
He laughed, the wide gap in front of his
teeth showing glaringly.
“Mummy, many people gave us plenty
monies” he said, happily.
“Leave my side now!” I screamed and
the pain in my head tummy and eyes
increased.
What would I do from here?
Exactly where should I go?
Who should I tell?
“Taiwo, come and make the Eba o.” I
shouted
“Mummy, no garri o” she replied
“Go and buy one module from Matan
Mallam o”
“Mummy, money nko?” she asked again
“Come and carry it from my head,
stupid girl” I was angry and if it was
not curbed, I would run mad

“Go and take money from the safe o. If
she says the garri is #110, tell her its
#100 your mother gave you o. if you
buy anything more than #100, I will
beat the hell out of you” I said as I
entered my room to sleep- if I could get
some!

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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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You are ten weeks pregnant!
I fixed my eyes at the newly transferred
gynecologist in our local clinic-
Nasarawa General Hospital and my
eyes dilated the more at the words that
had just fallen off her mouth.
“Pregnant?” I asked again and she
smiled, her well-arranged set of teeth
shining at me gladly.
What was so funny about the news?
Exactly what was the cause of her
smile?

“Pregnant?” I asked again, my lips
shivering in naked disbelief and fear
The doctor’s smile vanished as she stood
up and sat on the table before me.
“Is anything the problem madam?” she
asked gently and I could only gaze at
her
Everything was the problem!
Everything as a whole!
I stood up abruptly thus causing the
doctor’s hands to fall off my shoulders.
“Bye” I whispered as I pulled the door
handle
“Hey…Mrs…Mrs…” the doctor tried to
call me back.
I heard her footsteps, then the flipping
of the case note I presumed and the call
of my name confirmed my guesses.
“Mrs. Olowo!” she called but I had
banged the door behind me.
That was my name!
Olowo!

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In Yoruba, Olowo means a very affluent
and well-to-do person but I was the
opposite!
Totally opposite!
Affluence?…that was far from reality!
Well to do? …that was a no go area!
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I got married to Adejare sixteen years
ago amidst very great opposition.
I had met him in the University of
Ibadan where we both attended and
while he was the Class representative of
our class, I was the assistant class rep.
I was popular for my really high IQ,
beauty and humility and many guys
really wanted my hand in marriage by
the time we were graduating.

Adejare was my best friend so I
notified him of the many advances
from different guys and he had proven
to be a good friend that had seasoned
words to offer me when necessary.
Adejare knew everything about me
except my family background…I told
him nothing about it!
I didn’t tell him about the fact that my
parents separated few months after I
was born into the world;
I didn’t tell him that eventually at age
five, both of my parents while on their
way to the house of a pastor who sought
their reconciliation were involved in a
fatal accident and I became an orphan;
I didn’t tell him that I grew up in an
orphanage home;
I didn’t tell him that getting into the
university was due to the fact that I
passed the WAEC examination with
distinction and emerged in the third
position in Oyo State thereby winning a
scholarship which covered my tuition
only;
I didn’t tell him that while in school, my
feeding formula was always 0-1-0 and
the only 1 there would be the rich dish
of “Garrium sulphate’’ as we did call
Garri in school. The addition of
Kulikuli, sugar, milk, and groundnut or
eja dindin- fried fish always made the
difference though!
I didn’t tell him anything about my
past.

I loved Adejare as my friend and never
did I wanted him to know this about
me.
I feared that he might forsake me when
he realized that the beautiful shirts and
skirts I wore to classes were the
donations of churches, individuals and
missionaries to the orphanage home
where I was raised!
He was nothing but the son of a well to
do man…even his physique said so
much!
His shoes were majorly Italian!
His watches were always real gold-
laced!
He even got me a very beautiful pair of
YXL shoes and purse for my 2
But how long could I hold the secret
back when eventually while serving in
the same state- Nasarawa, he proposed
to me!
And I could not say no…
…’cos I loved him too!

But it was a real tug of war when after
researching about me; his parents said
it was not going to be possible!
“You can never marry someone
unfortunate!” Mummy Adejare blurted
out immediately I finished my sad tale
“She isn’t unfortunate!” Adejare
retorted, his eyes turning red
“You said she isn’t unfortunate son?
How can someone’s parents be
separated barely few months after the
person’s birth? How?” Daddy Adejare
asked, mockingly
“Oh oh! And I wonder why both parents
would die same day when they had both
determined to reconcile. I mean on the
way to reconciliation fa!” Mummy
Adejare exclaimed

“Things really do happen folks!”
Adejare spat out again, obviously
infuriated
“Not so spontaneously like that son!”
Dad Adejare shouted too, banging the
table loudly that my heart shattered
into smaller pieces
“Did she kill her parents? Did she cause
their separation? What is her fault?”
Adejare shouted back, banging the table
too in annoyance.
“This is the first time you are looking
your dad up in the face. Isn’t that an
indication that this girl isn’t any
ordinary?” Mummy Adejare said and
my already inflated heart burst out
suddenly and as much as I tried to hold
in my tears, they flowed as I shook with
much violence.

“Daddy, I really don’t believe you could
also be against love. You taught me
about love. You told me that love is real
and that you would support whoever I
love. Is this the support dad? Is this…”
Adejare cried on, his chest rising and
falling as he spoke.
“Definitely, it can’t be someone this ill-
fated! It can’t be someone without
future, without bearing!” he almost
screamed and my already shattered
heart was grounded into powder!
I let out a painful shriek and ran to the
door.
Adejare followed me
“If you follow that girl out of that door,
I will disown you!” I heard Daddy
Adejare say and I sprawled out of the
room.

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“You can do your worst dad! Do it!” He
shouted back as he banged the door
behind him.
I turned back to look at him but he was
not approachable- he looked really
fierce!
“Please, go inside” I said in a shaky
voice
“No” he replied as he pulled my hands
and we walked towards the car.
“Please don’t let’s do this. I will never
be a party to enmity between a father
and his son. Please go inside.” I
repeated when he suddenly threw my
hands away
“Who are you for exactly? Tell me. Who
do you love? My dad or me?” he
screamed at me and I shuddered.
What had happened to him?
He had always told me that he was the
father’s pet but what happened today?
Was he disappointed that his dad could
disgrace him that way?
“I love you but…” I was saying when he
covered my mouth tightly.
“No but! Leave it that way. We can do it
without them. Okay?” he asked in a
raised voice and I could only nod
As he opened the door for me to enter,
the front door of the duplex mansion
opened and the dad, walking in a fast
motion walked out of it.
“You are not taking that car out of this
house. That is my property” he said
firmly and my heart dropped.
I looked at Adejare and he blinked so
hard as he fought his tears.
“I will leave everything for you” he
said, retorting and the father collected
the car key from him.

As he walked towards the gate, he kept
on pressing his phone as if sending a
message and he signaled that I followed
him.
I genuflected before the parents as they
gazed at me like shit!
I was confused as to what to do?
Was I supposed to support Adejare for
standing by me in times like this?
Was I to stay with the parents and tell
them not to mind Adejare for being
egoistic, telling them that that was his
personality?
Exactly what should I do?
As he flagged down a taxi, he let out a
very bloodcurdling shriek which made
me to run towards him with so much
speed that my shoes fell off.
He fell to the ground.
Oluwa o!
The devil is a liar!
I started panting heavily
“Ade mi, what happened? Please talk to
me” I asked as I supported his back with
my hands

“He has killed me!” he exclaimed,
widening his eyes in pain
“Who?” I asked so surprised
“This man I called father as killed me o!
He has frozen all my accounts! No
money anywhere. Ah!!” he slapped the
floor many times as he pursed his lips
in regret.
I checked the phone he was holding and
I saw Mike’s (His friend) message.
Adejare had sent him a text to make
withdrawal for him immediately he
realized that his father meant the
business of disowning him but before
Mike who was a banker could do so, the
highest powers had connived and there
was a painful deal!
I shook my head
“Ade mi, you have to return home. If
they agree, better. If they don’t agree
eventually, that means we were never
meant to be together.” I tried saying
What was happening had really sapped
my strength.

“I don’t like pessimists! When did you
become one? Exactly when Ogo? We can
scale through this together! We can!” he
said as he dusted his shirt and we were
set to go
“But we can’t get married without their
blessings. We really can’t Ade mi” I
tried to say so he could reason with me
but he didn’t seem to at all
“Who said so? No need of their curses
in disguise which they surnamed
blessing. Let’s go” he said as he pulled
me away while my heart grew hot with
uncertainty.
Was there any glimpse of hope at all?
None of his father’s friends took us in
that night- they were working based on
instruction was what they kept telling
us.
It was both embarrassing and painful.
We left for Lalupon, a neighboring
town in Oyo state and we lodged at a
motel overnight.
We didn’t speak to each other
The silence between us that day was
huge.

It felt really weird and I wanted us to
just end the relationship!
This was not the man I knew!
What was happening to him?
Was he now seeing me as a real
stumbling block?
He occasionally patted me and squeezed
my shoulders in a bid to comfort me
but I knew it was not going to last.
I woke up to his sobs in the middle of
the night and I could only clutch at my
pillow and weep too.
If he was full of regrets and all, he
should go back and apologize.
He really should!

“We can wait till their hearts become
touched. Apologize. I will wait for you.
Thank God we are still young” I
muttered silently and he shook his
head.
I saw the outlines through the faint
illuminations from the candlelight
“I know these people more than you!
Once they have said no, nothing or
nobody out there can change it! They
did it for Adejide too when he refused
to study Medicine and chose Fine Arts
and he is actually flourishing now in
Kent’s. I will flourish too!” he said with
such finality that I was so certain that
his choleric part had taken the most of
him.
I probably would have to go to his
parents’ house tomorrow to tell them I
would leave their son ooo
I can’t bear this for long!
I really can’t!

Author: Oyebola Lizzy Oyekunle

Stay BLESSED ♥

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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.