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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

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The unknown yoke Episode -1

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 ♥

♡ Right_poc

A GREAT 2016 FOR YOU

So here is a song in yoruba language one of the major languages in Nigeria, it is my prayer and desire for you and your family for the year 2016.
This song has been sung by people of old so. I did not compose it myself enjoy and be blessed.

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Odun yi a tu ra
This year will be comforting
Ko ni le ko ko mo mi
It won’t be hard on me
Ohun ti mo da’wole
What I lay my hands on
A yori
Will be successful
Ohun ti mo bere
What I asked for
L’ oluwa yio se  e e
The Lord will do
Odun yi a tu ra
This year will be comforting
Ko ni le ko ko no mi
It won’t be hard on me

Odun n’lo so pin o
This year is coming to an end
Baba rere
Good God
Baba maa so wa  o
Oh Lord guide us
T’omo t’omo
And our children
Ohun ti o pa was me kun o
Sorrow and sadness
L’odun titun
In the new year
Ma je  ko se le si wa
Will not be our portion
Baba re re
Good God

Ma je nkawo leri sokun
May i not weep
Ma je ndaso afo bora
May I not morn
Ogun roju je  roju mu
Struggle and lack
Ma ma je o jeti me
may it not be my portion I pray thee
Alafia pipe ni mo fe fe Tami lore
Perfect peace I desire
Je  n’rina je  n’rilo
I pray for abundance
Baba wa semi logo
Lord shower your Glory on me

Ma je ntawo na
May I not lack
Ma je ntaakara l’odun ti tun
May I not wonder
Da abo olorun mi da abo
My Lord here my plea
Ma ma je kan fire temi sa’pile
My blessing will not be taken away
L’odun ti run
In the new year
Ma ma jekono mi ja safo lodore
May my prayers to you not be in vain.

Baba Elerunyin wa su refun wa
Great one bless us greatly
Ani ka ro na gbegba l’odun to wole
May we make head way in the coming year
Tuwon ninu oluwa tuwon ninu
Oh Lord comfort them Lord comfort them
Aganti ko romo gbe pon tuwon ninu Oluwa
The barren ones Lord comfort
Re won le kun Oluwa lekun
Wipe their tears, oh lord wipe their tears
Awon  to dabi Hannah re won lekun Oluwa
Those like Hannah wipe their tears

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Ododun lan ro’rogbo
Crops are seasonal
Ododun lan ra’wusa
Crops are seasonal
Kodun ko San wa s’owo
The new year will bring fruitfulness
Kari ba tise kodun yabo
Ka r’ona gbe gba
May we make head way and be fruitful in the new year
Ani k’ama loro je  ani k’ama toro mu
May we not beg to eat or drink
K’ama La kisi keyin aso Baba gbo ti wa
May we not wear rags dear Lord
K’ama se rogun ejo
May we not get into trouble.
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Baba was segun aisan
Deliver us from sickness
Ogun asedana ogun akwaba ba wa se
May we not labour in vain
Abo re to daju la was nfe L’odun to wole
We desire your divine protection in the new year
Ohun rere to ye wa Baba ti se wa l’ogo
Lord bless us with the good things we desire.
Happy new year friends.

Princessofcreation1

What is normal ?

Back in secondary school i travelled from the  north down to the south I plowed the major high way with either my parent or I go  alone. When I was much younger ( 0- 12 ) we would take the night bus or my dad would drive us all. The last time we drove as a family down south, was for my grandma’s burial, while coming back we saw a car whose driver was in a haste the driver tried to over take us , he finally got ahead of us,   a wide gap was between us due to the speed but after a while we saw that same car in a terrible accident didn’t think anyone survived.

Before I left for school I  and my cousin who was staying with us  planned to attend a birthday of my little cousin in another state and also  wanted to use the opportunity to see other family members over there. On a faithful evening my mum called me and told me that my cousin was no more. I was in shock wondering, thinking, wishing I could have stopped whatever killed her if I was there. I thought about the plans we made and her beautiful face and wished it was all a lie (her death )

Recently I had a story of young man who invited his lady friend to his house  so they could have fun ( so called ) and she came, he needed some money he was with his ATM and he asked his lady friend to come along so she did. They both entered a bike together, not long after they got in the road their bike was hit and this young vibrant creatures who had great plans for the night and period they’ll be together where rushed to the hospital, the lady in a coma and the man bashed up  too bad.

Every time we find ourselves alive we make plans for tomorrow, we forget that life is like a vapour which appears for a while then vanishes away and we ought to commit our ways into God’s hands.  James 4 : 12 – 14

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You think it’s normal to drink water with your mouth and not choke, you think it’s normal to sit up straight without complaining of back ache, you think if you eat right you’ll live long – isn’t that what our doctors or medical personnel tell us (no offence I’m one of them ),  we move around daily we see our relations and neighbor around us we don’t even acknowledge them or drop a smile to cheer them up. It doesn’t even occur to us that we might not be here tomorrow  and our legacy is what we’ll be remembered for.

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Do you know that many out there had thought the same way and some where even better in health, wealth, had great qualifications in life but today they are either dead, leaving In regret crying had i known, wishing they could turn the hands of time.

I’m here to remind you of a few things and to tell you to be GRATEFUL . Be grateful for the life you have because it’s a gift and a precious one at that so it’s not normal it’s by his GRACE you’re alive today.

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His love is what’s sustaining you, you must not have known that before. He went to Calvary for your sake redeeming you with his blood. Oh how more can one express his love for you if not by this sacrifice. Just so you know there was no condition  so his love is unconditional, he cares so much for you what  you can do to appreciate him, is give your life to him acknowledged his presence in your life. Its unbelievable but his love is for real and he’s willing to give you more than you ask him when you come.

Have a great week.

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