PURE LOVE

"My child is not a Sickler Doc Joe!!! Odiro possible!... I'm AA her dad is AA so how can my Sochi be a sickler! Eh! answer me!"..... Awele yelled at the doc with so much craziness and pain in her eyes.
  Doc Joe couldn't blame her, rather he felt so much pity for her. This was her fifth visit to the hospital in just a month. The crises started three months ago just after his friend and husband of Awele, Ejike died.
  "Awele take it easy your baby will be fine....just stick to the drugs I gave you religiously"

"What's my sin?! What is that abominable thing I've done why all this?!"....Awele questioned as she wept profusely.
  Staring down at her baby, she looked so frail and white skinned. One could hardly tell the sex of her child as baby Sochi had various parts of her head shaved in search of veins.

Angrily, Awele pulled out the dextro-saline attached to her baby and broke into a run out of the hospital....the nurses chased after her but she moved with so much speed.
  Finding herself outside and far away from the hospital, Awele placed her child properly in her arms and went to the middle of the  busy minna-road were she sat down with reckless abandon.

"I can't take this anymore God!! If this child dies I die too! My baby is not a sickler!!!.... Here look at the report the doctor gave!!! Change it or take the both of us out of this world!!!"..... Awele kept muttering like a mad woman as cars manoeuvred their way around the busy road trying not to hit her.

"Who be this mad woman?!"
"She wan die ni?!"
"Make una commot her for middle of road!"
"Winch no be me go kill you and your pikin!"..... Awele didn't care at all about the reactions of passerby's. She told herself; she was only going to stand up from where she was when her baby opened her eyes.

Crying as she muttered inaudible words, Awele was caught by surprise when baby Sochi sneezed thrice and struggled to open her eyelids.... "Hey!! Heyy!! She has woken up o!!".....was all Awele kept screaming as she swiftly stood up from the ground with the baby in her arms.... Now more conscious and cautious, Awele made the move to cross the road back home.

Awele stared at Sochi as she slept turning to her left, she smiled lovingly at her grandkids Psalmy and Zoe who were asleep as well, "big children"... she murmured.
  Feeling fulfilled Awele couldn't thank God enough. "This was the same Sochi "her Sochi" who doctors called an SS 39 years ago".
   Her baby was now a wife to the most loving man and a mother of two healthy Teens. This was her second trip to Europe this year alone with her daughter and grandkids.
Most of all Sochi, loved God and was doing exploits through the youth foundation she had set up.

Awele smiled as tears rolled down her cheeks....just then Sochi woke up. "You're crying mummy? Is anything wrong?!".... Sochi questioned. "No I'm fine Nwa. I'm just happy, I'm a fulfilled woman, God has been merciful to me".
"Yes He has mummy. I love you mummy!".... Sochi said as she hugged her mum really tight.

This is specially dedicated to my mum; Agunwanyi! Adadioramma! Super Mum! My Gist Partner! My Intercessor!.... I love love love YOU....you'll grow spiritually, physically and financially!
Thank you for all the sacrifices you make for me. Your Nwa will make you proud really soon!
Happy Birthday Mummy'm

I love you!.. Oh I forgot I said that before hehe

THE RING

Xohan Kingdom 1800

'I love you so much Raina! I can't bear to lose you....forget tradition, forget the enemity between our clans and just come with me please!'......Jenedu pleaded.

I wish it was that easy my love but you and I know we would not even have stepped an inch outside this kingdom before the curse takes effect...... I love you too but there has got to be another way we both can be together without losing our lives....Raina said amidst tears.

By the gods, if only I could change our destinies, if only I could place us in another life time where our love would not be hindered, I would Raina I would!......  'We'll be fine my love'
   'Now are we going to spend the lil time we squeeze out complaining about our predicament when we can actually have a good swim'.....Raina said as she slowly undressed and stepped into the water......smiling boyishly Jenedu joined her.

'Where have been you been Jenedu! Don't tell me you've been out with that accursed lady of Zinga clan!'.....Barima queried
   'Her name is Raina father! And she is not cursed!'......'by the gods don't make me curse you foolish child! I forbid you from seeing that girl! No son of mine will bring me disgrace!...now out from my sight!'.

'Grandma Nana I don't understand why the two clans hate themselves so much....why can't we just live in peace. I love Raina and I don't see myself spending the rest of my life without her'..... Jenedu said as he paced around the room.

Be calm my child. Some things are beyond our control. This division has been on longer than you can think. Sit and let me tell you a story.... She said  as she patted the lil space beside her summoning him .
  'Ever wondered why you have the same ring as Raina although they are of different shades?'.... ' No Nana I don't'. I'll tell you why.
   A long time ago the high chief of Dambe clan(our clan) had a son called Chiji who was in love with Rima the daughter of the high chief of Zinga clan. Rima's father however was a power drunk who wanted to rule both clans.
In the bid to achieve this, he sort evil powers from the dreadful Kinta who gave him the power that he needed but he was cursed. The powers changed him into a blood thirsty creature  which caused him to do so many obscene things. Chiji's father was however able to kill  Rima's father through the assistance of a magical ruby. The price for that victory was that, no one from both clans could inter- marry. Breaking that law would result in the death of the culprits. The ruby was broken into two and was forged into two rings.
Each of the rings was given to both clans as a sign of the oath and the curse attached. Only the first born children of the high chiefs of both clans are allowed to wear it.

'But Nana can't the curse be broken? Its been so long!'......
  'Child that question is what your Nana can not answer. However, I once heard my father say that, if the ruby is put back together, both clans would be made whole again'.

'Really?! That can't be hard...as long as I would be with Raina'..... 'Its not an easy task Jenedu you may lose your life!'
'Don't worry Nana I'll be fine I promise!'.

Are you sure its safe my love.....Raina asked with fear.
   'It should be if we follow the instructions from the scroll....finally we can be together '.....Jenedu said with so much eagerness.
They both walked into the cave of the dreaded Kinta.
  Your ring Raina....Jenedu asked. Tying both rings with the straw, Jenedu threw them into the flame.

They waited but nothing changed... They were just about to leave when a figure grew out from the flame... Raina was so afraid....'Jenedu let's go please!'
  The figure shrieked.... Welcome Jenedu! Welcome Raina I have been waiting for you two.... The figure spoke.
'Who are you?!' they both asked..... 'That shouldn't be your concern younglings.... You both just started the process of breaking the curse. Your incarnates(Chiji and Rima) must be so proud of you two'.
  Jenedu and Raina stared at the figure in confusion.
'Well unfortunately',.... the figure continued to speak.....the price needed to end this curse, demands your lives.... 'Our lives!' The both screamed. Yes! Yes! Yes!.... The figure shrieked with delight.
  Jenedu held Raina's hand and tried to make a run for it but they were stuck..... The figure laughed  so loud that their ears hurt....
   I love you Raina so much and I'm sorry I got us into this.....Jenedu apologized. 'Its alright my love its a price we have to pay....Raina said crying
  'Hush now my love.....I'll find you, I'll always find you Raina no matter how long it takes me I promise you!'.....Jenedu said as he held her hands tightly.

Aww so touching! Well chit-chats is over, time to go!... The figure cut in as it engulfed the both of them leaving them lifeless with the rings back on their fingers.

Enugu State Nigeria 2015

Nedu couldn't stop staring at the lady in front of him....he felt like he knew her from somewhere....funny how he felt so drawn to her.
  Just then he saw her hand, she had on her finger an exact replica of his ring....strangely, he felt a tingling sensation from his finger and then he knew he had to talk to her.

  'Hi miss...I'm Nedu, sorry if I'm bothering you but you look really familiar!'.....'haha really does any one still use that line?'
Nedu smiled feeling so ashamed...... 'Haha now he is shy...oh well I'm Dienma. Nice to meet you Nedu.
At that point Nedu knew deep down that she was here to stay forever!.....

Dedicated to Nedu Josh....my sugar sugar.... A very great guy. Interested ladies apply within (lol)

PS: for the vouchers, drop your Facebook ID and the network you use. Don't forget, the first three (3) comments get the voucher....good luck!

 

  

WHEN DISAPPOINTMENTS HAPPEN FOR A PURPOSE

Nancy dont do this, don't leave me! I lost just my job not my hands and feet! I'll work hard to meet up with your standards please baby.....Jide begged with tears
  Jide it's today I found out that you hate me!.....Nancy barked on the phone. "Hate you? I have done nothing but love you Nancy"...... Yes o! You hate me. If not you won't ask me to remain in this "Situationship" you call a relationship".
How do you expect me to stay with a man who can't carter for my needs while we are just courting?! What will happen to me when we get married ehn?! Answer me?! Answer me Jide!....Nancy queried irritatedly.

"Haven't I been providing for you? Is it cos I told you I didn't have 30k to hand out for your hair at the moment?!....
   Let's be sincere with ourselves here Nancy. You do not love me anymore cos I've fallen below the financial standard you set. But its alright I'll let you go.....I learn to not love you"...... And then he ended the call.

Good riddance to bad rubbish!
You are a nice guy quite alright but poverty is not my portion in Jesus name AMEN! .....Nancy said as she rolled her eyes.

Looking so absent minded, Jide didn't even notice when his baby sis Sophia walked into the house. Sugardaddy! Le boo!.....Sophia called out to him but he was so engrossed in his thoughts. She had to tap him to get his attention.
  Oh baby! When did you walk in?.....he asked. "How would you know when you were so busy with your thoughts?... Anyway hope there is food in this house o cos I'm starvinnnng?!"
   Check the kitchen na, you this troublesome girl...he said as he pushed her towards the kitchen...... Hehe...you know you love my trouble. By the way, I saw a job advert on some blog like that and I sent in your CV....Sophia said as she dished out food big enough for two men.

"Thanks sis".... "Its nothing bro. So what's up with  Nancy? I haven't heard from her in a while.".... She asked with food in her mouth.
Nancy broke up with me....Jide answered with a straight face.
    "She did what?!....hmmmph! Anyway I never liked her that much".
   Funny how his sister acts so matured and easy going....he thought.

Jide couldn't believe how lucky he was....the CV his sister sent in on his behalf landed him an interview with one of the best advertising agencies.... He promised to spoil Sophia if he landed the job..... So here he was on his way to the interview.
He was so tensed that he didn't notice when he bumped into Kamsi.... Oh I'm so sorry ma'am....he quickly apologised as he helped to pick up her file.
Its alright, it was also my fault I was sort of in a haste. Late for an interview.... She said
  "Oh an interview? Is it with AUMEC  corporation?"
   "Yea! How did you know?"
"Cos I'm here for the interview as well.....sorry forgive my bad manners, I'm Jide Igwe"
    " I'm Kamsi Nwadike"
Nice to meet you Kamsi and I hope you get the job.....he said smiling as they both sat down at the reception waiting to be called up.

     SEVEN YEARS LATER
Jide couldn't stop staring lovingly at his wife Kamsi....he was so grateful he met her at that interview seven years ago and although she didn't get the job....he knew there was no way he would have let her slip by him.
He knew that day that she was the one. So here he was Seven years later with a secured job, a loving wife and a beautiful daughter who would be having brother soon.... He couldn't ask for more!

Nancy was at the park staring at Jide and his family...... Although she ended up with a wealthy husband, nothing could be compared to the love and attention she would have gotten from Jide.
  Besides the "rich wife" tag came with a price which was constant battering and  the curing of continuous infections Daniel gave her......
  However it was her choice....she wanted the good life.

Life has two pathways; the Easy/Dangerous Route & the Rigorous but Rewarding Route
We are the choices we make!

This post is dedicated to my Bigbro... Its his birthday today.
Happy birthday Sugardaddy! I hope this makes you smile!

DIVORCED OR WIDOWED.... She Picked

Lying still on the cold tile, Robo made no sound  even though she felt so sore.....she could taste the blood from her torn lips.....she didn't bother running this time cos it was of no use. Her strength would never match his even if she was possessed by seven demons.

She hated her self for being so weak and frail. If only she could stand up to him for once. Going back home was not an option anymore as her mum would always send her back the very same day. According to her mum, " a woman has to endure all things, marriage is endurance.... A divorced woman has no dignity. Much worse a Divorced Pastors Wife".

As she heard him drive out, Robo stood up amidst pains and slowly walked into her bedroom. She caught a glimpse of her self on the mirror, she hated who she had become. The new her was no inch close to who she once was. All she had to show for her six years of marriage was a string of miscarriages thanks to the severe beatings Chinedu constantly gave her whenever he felt like it.

It still baffled her how her once loving friend, tutor, lover and husband changed into this monster  she now dreaded. It started with a slap the first time and today's beating was gotten cos she  walked out on him in church when he made derogatory statements about her in front of Beatrice his mistress.

Just then, as she stared at her reflection, Robo snapped and all she felt was pure rage. She quickly fixed her self up, cleaned up the blood stained tiles and then made dinner( her husband's favourite - Fried rice and plantain).  She waited until she heard him drive in...she lay still pretending to be asleep and then he walked in.

Robo! Robo! He barked as shoved her real hard....she stood up real fast...
     yes honey, sorry I slept off     dinner is ready.
Chinedu walked to the dinning where he was served dutifully by Robo.
         Three Months Later
"Please don't hurt us! We've given you all we have". Rev Chinedu begged the masked men.... "Shuttup" they yelled. Robo lay on the ground shaking like a vegetable while emitting little sob sounds.

"I'm a pastor please have pity"..Chinedu pleaded again.              
Guy you no go keep quiet?!  One of the men said as he hit him had in the butt.....causing Rev. Chinedu to wince in pain..... "Please don't hurt my husband"....Robo pleaded amidst tears. But then her pleading only triggered one of the men to fire an execution shot at Chinedu killing him instantly.

Robo screamed so loud and then stood up. She  gave the man who fired the shot a hot slap.....ahan mama what did I do now? The man asked as he held his cheek. What took you so long in killing the bastard?!.....and you would have warned me so I would shift a lil....see! you ruined my nightee...Robo queried

"Sorry mama no vex".... Its OK. She said as she looked disgustingly at her stained robe. You've taken the money abi?!..... Yes we have they replied. OK you can leave now, use the back door.

Come and beat me again idiot fool...Robo said as she kicked the lifeless body of Chinedu.....

Kneeling down beside the body she ruffled her hair and forced tears out as she screamed....help! Somebody help me! They've killed my husband!.

Two wrongs never make right!.
Our Choices Are Who We Are!.
Say No To Domestic Violence!.

MY ORDEAL

                   
I now know I'm ready to become a professional runner( serious face)..... All thanks to my mum's chickens.

So yesterday after my usual routine, (since I got back home) I decided to have breakfast/lunch. I remembered I had a lil stew and a big piece of meat I had hidden from everyone in the house.(lol)

I also had to prepare lunch for everyone but I was so hungry. So I decided to boil a few pieces of potatoes to eat with my stew while I prepared general lunch.

I really wanted to eat that potatoe and meat alone and I kept praying no one would come home when I would be eating it.But it seemed the devil was out to punish me cos not too long after I placed the pot on heat, my elder brother (bigfoodie *sideeyes*) came back. "Which kain bad market be dis".... I thought to myself.

I kept calm like a naija ninja geh(hehe) and quietly after the potatoe was ready I slipped to the backyard to feast on my meal jejely. I was eating my food quietly and then all of my mum's chickens decided it was the right time to stroll to the backyard.

I kept on "shushing" them away(the chickens) and I guess my bro heard my voice and decided to come check on me. Immediately I saw him I frowned my face like someone who had severe constipation in a bid to scare him away( but this badosky brother of mine had sighted my food already and there was no turning back for him now).

I told him plainly that I would not give.... He proceeded to beg for a bite from my meat (but all the tissues in my skin kept screaming murder!) However I finally let him take a bite( painful something).

Just after my brother left the backyard, I decided to go check the food I was preparing for the house and so I dropped my food where I was seated and walked inside(big MISTAKE). Only for me to return to find my mum's chicken eating my food. I chased them away angrily but one of the chicken's took along with it my meat!

"Ah my meat! My meat! I no gree" I kept on screaming as I gave the chicken a hot pursuit ( the demonic chicken stuck really hard to the meat through out my chase).I think I chased the chicken round my house for close to 20mins.....you needed to have seen me flying and running ( at that point I'm sure Usain bolt had nothing on me walahi!).

Meanwhile throughout  my ordeal, my bro kept laughing and begging me but I was so pissed that I screamed at him(you know that kain annoyance na). At that point I had resolved to kill one of the chicken's as revenge,  as I couldn't remember which one of them stole my meat. It seemed they knew how pissed I was cos all of them went into hiding.

My mum compensated me when she came home only after she had had a good laugh and besides the compensation sef can never be like the meat my bro and chicken's deprived me of.

I just thought I should share with you all my ordeal yesterday.

PS: I'm still collecting compensation o! Cos d thing pain me well well and e still dey pain me sef! So anyone who wants to buy me a truck load of meat should inbox me lol( serious face).

THE HOUSE

August 25, 2005

Bode couldn't believe his luck when he came across the listing of his new house.....

13 spacious rooms, 3 living rooms, 2 swimming pools and an organic garden in a serene and beautiful environment.... Asking price was #10million

Bode smiled with satisfaction as his wife Dami and kids walked into the palatial building......his kids kike, ola and Bosun ran through the hall shrieking with excitement.

"Honey this place is beautiful.....like a palace!".......don't get me started about my kitchen omg!....'I'm happy you like it'....."like it?, I love it!!!!"

Dinner that night was superb.....Dami couldn't wait to show off her kitchen to Vicky her besty.....

While in her euphoric state, she heard a loud sickening sound that made her shiver.....hurrying up with the dishes, she walked to the room to meet her hubby. As she walked, she felt someone walking behind her.....Dami turned back almost immediately but didn't see anyone....shoving that thought away, she went in to sleep.

      DAY 7 IN THE HOUSE
Kike, Ola and Bosun were in the children's living room playing while Dami prepared dinner...... She was actually grateful that they were not in the mood to help her today cos that automatically meant 'kitchen worldwar3'......

She was making gbegiri and amala Kike's favourite dish and hers as well......smiling to herself as she chewed a piece of meat, she heard Ola scream for her......

Hurriedly, she sped off to go see what the problem was. On entering the  kids play room, she found Kike untop of Bosun strangling her lil brother of 5.......

Kike! Kike! Kike! Dami screamed but her daughter seemed oblivious to the fact that anyone was in the room with her.

Dami pushed lil Kike off her Bosun only to meet a bloodlust eye staring back at her  with so much hate and murderous intent.....terribly frightened she stood at a fixed spot waiting for the worse to happen when suddenly Kike began to convulse and suddenly became still.....

The atmosphere at dinner was intense....both Bode and Dami stared at Kike with fear and worry while the lil girl ate happily.

  DAY 12 IN THE NEW HOUSE
Sundays had always been Bode's sweet haven..... It gave him time to rest from all the stress of the week while his wife and kids would be at church.....

He had just woken up and like the usual him every Sunday he put his favourite boys2men track on replay as he went into the kitchen to fix breakfast....

While in the kitchen contemplating on what to have for breakfast, he heard  the music go off.....he walked back to the living room wondering what the problem was. He played back the song and walked backed to the kitchen....

The music went off again and angrily he went back and put it on play. Turning around to leave, it went off again
"Ahan what kinda nonsense is this now?" He muttered out angrily as he bent down to check what was faulty.

Just immediately Bode felt something or someone run past him real fast....he turned around but didn't see anyone.....

"Hello is anyone there?" Bode called out but no one answered. Just then the door to the kitchen shut itself.....a lil shaken now, Bode walked into the kitchen and found all the contents of the kitchen cabinets on the floor.
" what's going on here...is this some sort of joke or what?" Stop this joke Dami he heard himself say in a tone streaked with fear......

While he was still trying to make sense of the whole scene,  a kitchen knife got suspended in the air pointing straight towards his direction..... Bode broke into a run....

Safely in his room he panted heavily while he searched for his car keys....just then, he caught a reflection on the mirror of a woman with gorged eye and cut tongue with a bloodied dress.....screaming uncontrollably he ran towards the door but couldn't open the door.....

The bloody woman touched him and suddenly it was like he went back in time.....the same house although a much darker interior decoration..... It was august 25 1980.

Staring out the window of one of the rooms he saw 3men at the garden burying a woman who looked liked the bloody woman he had just seen.....while they buried her alive another man who looked wealthy sat some feet's away looking satisfactorily at the obnoxious act.....

Just then the wealthy man looked up and caught Bode staring.....chilled to the bones, Bode tried to make a run for it but it was too late ......the man appeared from no where staring at Bode curiously and a lil irritated......."you shouldn't be here" was all he said before he choked the life outta Bode with just a wave of his hands.

DAY 12, TIME: 3:30pm
Dami returned home with her kids and the pastor  to find her her husband dead....
Who did you buy this house from? Mrs Bode, the pastor asked.....amidst sobs Dami answered 'from the bank we didn't deal directly with the owner'.....
The pastor broke into a session of prayers ......'this house is haunted'.... 'Haunted?!' Dami exclaimed while trembling with fear...."it is not habitable cos the foundation of this house sits on the blood of innocent souls"

"You are living in a house which belonged to a satanist!" Ahhhh! Mogbe! I'm finished Dami yelled unable to control herself anymore as she pulled her kids closer to her reach......

"I advice you leave this house asap and please leave with nothing you met here when you moved in", the pastor said as he continued to pray......

August 25 2015

House For Sale
Description: 13 Spacious rooms
3 Living Rooms
2 Swimming Pools
An Organic Garden
State of the art facilities
Serene and beautiful view

Asking Price: #1.5million

INFERIORITY COMPLEX

Seated in that big hall with hundreds of other people who where there to worship, I felt out of place when I was actually in place. The funny thing though was that these hall was dimly lighted and every other person around seemed to have been so engrossed in worshipping, so the question is why did I feel so out of place? Why did I feel like these other people were better than me? And that I looked so shabby around them why? The answer is "INFERIORITY COMPLEX!!!"
Most ladies like myself if they would openly agree suffer from this and the thing is, it didn't just start at an adult age. Inferiority complex sneaks into the lives of most of its victims at an adolescent stage right about that that time when you begin to experience those changes in your body.
Thinking back now, I remember when mine actually started. It began when I had just started to develop my womanly features, being an early developer, most of the girls in the class still had flat chests and no pubic hairs or armpit hairs sprouting out and although I had been educated on the changes I was going through, I still felt weird and funny about myself. Summing it all up was the teasing I had started getting from those other girls who felt I had funny balls on my chest or was it the funny looks I had started to get from the boys in class who often giggled when I passed them. I'm thinking it was then that I became so concious of my environment, it was then that those little voices in my head began to whisper telling me; if only I was just like Jessica, Sarah or even Mary I would be just fine and well accepted.
For some others however it probably must have started during teen stage. Just at that time when you've started trying out touches of make-ups, when you begin to fancy the boys in class or even when you become so interested in fashion. You begin to feel like; Oh she is way prettier than I am, I could never get the kind of attention she does, she speaks so well while I stutter so bad and Yes! The cloths!!! Often times we be like oh her dress is so beautiful than mine when on the contrary, you look graciously beautiful in what you wore.
There was this time when I had these particular set of girls(all family) that I envied the way they looked. I felt they had all the latest wears and accessories to go with and if only I could be just like them I would be "cool". Funny thing is, one sunday, one the girls walked up to me and was like; I love the way you dress and of cos my reply was; why thank you! She went further to ask where I got my cloths from so she'lld patronize them.
Being shy that often times some of my cloths were second-grade clothes or Okrika(like Nigerians would call it) I just told her about a shop where I do get some of my quality clothings. The thing is though, on further questioning, this girls didn't dress up with big labels like chanel,LV etc. Just like myself they frequented areas that sold second-grade cloths. For them it was all "PACKAGING"; knowing what to put on with what and a touch of confidence that toned it all up. That day I had learnt a lesson but I wasn't too sure if it had stuck cause that feeling of being inferior still crept up at one corner of my mind.
I could go on and on about instances when inferiority comes into play in the lives of most ladies but it would probably take too much of my time. However one last area I would like to emphasis a little on is the area of size and height. Most ladies often do not feel comfortable in their bodies, its either they are too fat or too thin or maybe just too short or too tall. In my case, I always wished I was some inches taller. Then maybe just maybe I would fit in but blehhh!!! I had that to deal with.
I had forgotten so soon that I am a special, smart, gifted, beautiful and talented woman who has so much worth. This virus just like in many other females had made me forget about the other good aspects of me, it picked up on only the worst areas. At that point I was ready to deal with this feeling. Inferiority complex  has no place with me. When I ever I felt worthless,  I remindedSeated in that big hall with hundreds of other people who where there to worship, I felt out of place when I was actually in place. The funny thing though was that these hall was dimly lighted and every other person around seemed to have been so engrossed in worshipping, so the question is why did I feel so out of place? Why did I feel like these other people were better than me? And that I looked so shabby around them why? The answer is "INFERIORITY COMPLEX!!!"
Most ladies like myself if they would openly agree suffer from this and the thing is, it didn't just start at an adult age. Inferiority complex sneaks into the lives of most of its victims at an adolescent stage right about that that time when you begin to experience those changes in your body.
Thinking back now, I remember when mine actually started. It began when I had just started to develop my womanly features, being an early developer, most of the girls in the class still had flat chests and no pubic hairs or armpit hairs sprouting out and although I had been educated on the changes I was going through, I still felt weird and funny about myself. Summing it all up was the teasing I had started getting from those other girls who felt I had funny balls on my chest or was it the funny looks I had started to get from the boys in class who often giggled when I passed them. I'm thinking it was then that I became so concious of my environment, it was then that those little voices in my head began to whisper telling me; if only I was just like Jessica, Sarah or even Mary I would be just fine and well accepted.
For some others however it probably must have started during teen stage. Just at that time when you've started trying out touches of make-ups, when you begin to fancy the boys in class or even when you become so interested in fashion. You begin to feel like; Oh she is way prettier than I am, I could never get the kind of attention she does, she speaks so well while I stutter so bad and Yes! The cloths!!! Often times we be like oh her dress is so beautiful than mine when on the contrary, you look graciously beautiful in what you wore.
There was this time when I had these particular set of girls(all family) that I envied the way they looked. I felt they had all the latest wears and accessories to go with and if only I could be just like them I would be "cool". Funny thing is, one sunday, one the girls walked up to me and was like; I love the way you dress and of cos my reply was; why thank you! She went further to ask where I got my cloths from so she'lld patronize them.
Being shy that often times some of my cloths were second-grade clothes or Okrika(like Nigerians would call it) I just told her about a shop where I do get some of my quality clothings. The thing is though, on further questioning, this girls didn't dress up with big labels like chanel,LV etc. Just like myself they frequented areas that sold second-grade cloths. For them it was all "PACKAGING"; knowing what to put on with what and a touch of confidence that toned it all up. That day I had learnt a lesson but I wasn't too sure if it had stuck cause that feeling of being inferior still crept up at one corner of my mind.
I could go on and on about instances when inferiority comes into play in the lives of most ladies but it would probably take too much of my time. However one last area I would like to emphasis a little on is the area of size and height. Most ladies often do not feel comfortable in their bodies, its either they are too fat or too thin or maybe just too short or too tall. In my case, I always wished I was some inches taller. Then maybe just maybe I would fit in but blehhh!!! I had that to deal with.
I had forgotten so soon that I am a special, smart, gifted, beautiful and talented woman who has so much worth. This virus just like in many other females had made me forget about the other good aspects of me, it picked up on only the worst areas. At that point I was ready to deal with thisSeated in that big hall with hundreds of other people who where there to worship, I felt out of place when I was actually in place. The funny thing though was that these hall was dimly lighted and every other person around seemed to have been so engrossed in worshipping, so the question is why did I feel so out of place? Why did I feel like these other people were better than me? And that I looked so shabby around them why? The answer is "INFERIORITY COMPLEX!!!"
Most ladies like myself if they would openly agree suffer from this and the thing is, it didn't just start at an adult age. Inferiority complex sneaks into the lives of most of its victims at an adolescent stage right about that that time when you begin to experience those changes in your body.
Thinking back now, I remember when mine actually started. It began when I had just started to develop my womanly features, being an early developer, most of the girls in the class still had flat chests and no pubic hairs or armpit hairs sprouting out and although I had been educated on the changes I was going through, I still felt weird and funny about myself. Summing it all up was the teasing I had started getting from those other girls who felt I had funny balls on my chest or was it the funny looks I had started to get from the boys in class who often giggled when I passed them. I'm thinking it was then that I became so concious of my environment, it was then that those little voices in my head began to whisper telling me; if only I was just like Jessica, Sarah or even Mary I would be just fine and well accepted.
For some others however it probably must have started during teen stage. Just at that time when you've started trying out touches of make-ups, when you begin to fancy the boys in class or even when you become so interested in fashion. You begin to feel like; Oh she is way prettier than I am, I could never get the kind of attention she does, she speaks so well while I stutter so bad and Yes! The cloths!!! Often times we be like oh her dress is so beautiful than mine when on the contrary, you look graciously beautiful in what you wore.
There was this time when I had these particular set of girls(all family) that I envied the way they looked. I felt they had all the latest wears and accessories to go with and if only I could be just like them I would be "cool". Funny thing is, one sunday, one the girls walked up to me and was like; I love the way you dress and of cos my reply was; why thank you! She went further to ask where I got my cloths from so she'lld patronize them.
Being shy that often times some of my cloths were second-grade clothes or Okrika(like Nigerians would call it) I just told her about a shop where I do get some of my quality clothings. The thing is though, on further questioning, this girls didn't dress up with big labels like chanel,LV etc. Just like myself they frequented areas that sold second-grade cloths. For them it was all "PACKAGING"; knowing what to put on with what and a touch of confidence that toned it all up. That day I had learnt a lesson but I wasn't too sure if it had stuck cause that feeling of being inferior still crept up at one corner of my mind.
I could go on and on about instances when inferiority comes into play in the lives of most ladies but it would probably take too much of my time. However one last area I would like to emphasis a little on is the area of size and height. Most ladies often do not feel comfortable in their bodies, its either they are too fat or too thin or maybe just too short or too tall. In my case, I always wished I was some inches taller. Then maybe just maybe I would fit in but blehhh!!! I had that to deal with.
I had forgotten so soon that I am a special, smart, gifted, beautiful and talented woman who has so much worth. This virus just like in many other females had made me forget about the other good aspects of me, it picked up on only the worst areas. At that point I was ready to deal with this feeling. Inferiority complex had no place with me because I'm special, beautiful, talented and smart! In fact there is no one like me.
However, I'm still in the  process of taking  full  charge of me and emitting the confidence I so crave for, as today, I had  failed again but  I'm not deterred.
Inferiority complex is just one deceitful feeling  that makes  you sell your self short.  The sooner you discover your worth and get the confidence to back you up, then you are good  to go!
Till next time,  keep living, keep dreaming, keep loving  and most of  all,  keep your head up cos you're  SPECIAL!
                                          Always
                                            Chidaa

LADIES GET IN HERE

*Clears throat* testing the mic 1,2!(lol)
Ladies this is  for you  all!


Sister so because that so so brother has
everything worth making life very comfortable no
mean say you go die untop him matter now (what
if he is not meant for you?). With the little time
I've spent on planet earth, I've come to notice
that ladies often times are the cause of their
misfortunes. How you may ask?(fine I'll answer).
The modern day lady no longer buys the idea of
building up with her partner now we're more
interested in already made men (AMM). This
change in thought has led many ladies into
relationships with all the wrong kinda guys(the
mkpi's, the efulefus and even some aghafus
sef.lol guys no vex for me o!).
Sister talk true shey he beats you abi? Oh he told
you its bcos he loves you that's why he beats you
(hehe kpekpeye like you). You've washed his
cloths and boxers for him abi, cleaned his
house,cooked for him and if possible sef given up
ur cookie innit? But no vex for this next question
o! Shey he don wife you  ni? Oh he hasn't right, says
he is not ready abi. Hmmmmm oya hear the
truth. That dude will never wife you! You know
why? Cos he has gotten the better of you what
else does he need.
Its a lie he loves me a lot I know it.taaa
mechionu Eba! Cos he calls you bae, hun, sweet
tom tom abi baba blue abi. Do you  know how many
ladies he calls that. What I'm I saying? Ladies pls
stop playing wify roles when he has not taken
you to the altar. Involve God more in your
relationships. Who says God is not interested in
who you  are seeing he totally is! And please I'm not
saying its wrong to be in a relationship with a
wealthy man(I for one wouldn't mind one lol) all
I'm saying is set your  priorities,involve God and
have some self worth. Know when to pick up your
shoes and run don't allow wealth blind your  senses
bikonu!
As for those sisters that take it as a point of duty
to date BAB's(broke ass brothers) and still do
wify duties untop beating et all na Una own I
never understand (deliverance go necessary for
Una case).
Finally who says you must date before you
marry? Let's do it like our parents did. God will
show you  your  partner when its time (did I hear you
people shout No? Lol!)
Me is already married *drops mic flips hair and
catwalks away*

OBSESSION

He could  still  perceive her perfume, memories of  her were everywhere in the  house, he couldn't  make himself put away  Sade's stuff.... It felt like  only  yesterday when they  took  their  vows and  promised to  love each other  forever  but  here he was just  two years  after alone and mourning her.
He remembered walking into the  house on  that sadistic Friday evening  a year ago, he  called  out for  her but  didn't get a  reply. He walked into the  bedroom  wondering why she wasn't responding  and then he saw her lying  on the  bed peacefully..... Smiling, he went closer and gave her  a  kiss, her lips was cold.... "that's  strange" he thought. "Baby"  he called but she didn't  respond.
Now  frantic,  he tried to  raise  her  up but she  was  oddly stiff and  heavy..... He started to scream which  drew his  neighbours attention. Sade was rushed to the  hospital where she was pronounced dead  on arrival...... He still  couldn't  believe how  something  so bad could happen to  someone so pure and  simple as his  wife
Timi  put his head in his hands, elbows leaning on the  glass table. He fought  tears, felt pain and sadness fill him to the  brim and  spill over. "Timi" he heard  Tare's voice calling  him,  "come on  Timi don't  tell me  you've  been crying". Dropping  her bag as she walked  up to  meet  him.
He raised his  face to  Tare who had been more than  a  friend to him since childhood, in fact, it was through  her he met Sade. "I can't  help  it Tare I just can't....."
Tare took Timi's arm gently.  "come let's  go get  you  dressed, I want to  take  you  somewhere".
"no I don't  really feel like  hanging out  Tare "......" I'm not taking  no for  an answer, go get changed  we are going  out  she said.
Slowly he stood up  and  went to  change.  It had been a long time  since  Timi hung out. Tare stole glances at Timi while  she drove, he looked  so less interested  with  life. Sade's death dealt a huge  blow on him more  than  she  thought it  would.
Parking  the car,  Timi realised  she brought  him to their  favourite  hangout  spot.  Walking  into the  joint,  Tare began to  sway her body to the  loud music while Timi  found  a place  to  sit
Tare  had always been a  jolly fellow even when she was  hurting. He wished  he could  absorb pain as half as she could..... Tare would always tease him back then by calling  him  a woman.
She had always been  there  for  him even  through  their  college  years. Heck! People back then thought  they were a pair cos of how close  they were and although  she acted possessive over him sometimes, they both knew there could be  nothing  more.
Taking  a sip from  his  drink,  Timi allowed his eye roam round the  joint and  finally  let  it settle  on Tare who was now  swaying  her hip to the  Woju beat. Catching  him staring,  she winked and  made  a move  towards  the  now smiling  Timi.
"come  let's  dance" she said.  No I don't want  to.... Just  dance  and  let  me  watch.  Shrugging  her  shoulder,  Tare pretended to leave but then turned  back swiftly pulling  Timi  to his feet...... Now  laughing,  Timi had no option  than to join her.
They ended up  having  a  good time and by 10pm, they were  headed home.  They got  home  some  minutes  past  10 and  Tare  decided  to  fix them a drink. She handed  him  a glass of wine while  they talked  and laughed about  everything  soon Timi  dozed off.
Timi couldn't  believe it...... Sade was here  with  him, he  could  perceive  her perfume  strongly  and oh her warm body..... Holding her tightly,  he murmured from  his sleep "Don't ever  leave me again Sade I love you".
Pushing  his hands  away roughly,  Timi  opened  his  eyes  in a dreamy state and saw a  figure. It looked  like  Sade wearing  her nighty...... He had to  be  dreaming...... Wiping his eyes  with  his  hands, he then  saw her.
Tare!  What the  hell are you  doing? Why do you have  my wife's  nighty on you? Not saying  a word,  Tare  stared at him with  a glint of craziness  in her eyes.
He tried  to  get  up but felt  very dizzy..... "Don't bother  getting  up cos you  won't be  able  to " he heard  her say.
"Tare what's  going on " Timi asked with  a hint  of  fear in his  voice...... Tare  laughing  hysterically  mimicked  Timi's  voice....
" so you still  love  a dead woman even after  a  year" she questioned  him. After all our time  together right  from  childhood. I sacrificed  so much  for  you!  I loved you!  I did  nothing  but love  you" she barked....... But how do you repay  me?  With  wickedness  that's  how! You  left me immediately  you set your  eyes  on Sade! I curse that day!  Like  a  little  slut that she was,  she wasted no time  in making  you  marry her..... "Hahaha" she laughed
"Tare  but we were never  dating,  you  are  more of a sister  to me "
Shut! up! Tare  screamed,  sister  my foot!
Who gave  you  your  first  kiss? I did!  Who was your  first?  I was!  Or have you  forgotten  how  we  experimented on ourselves when  we were  just  thirteen? Iwas  the first  girl you said  the  words "I love you " to..... It was  me me me!!!! Not Sade! You are  mine  not  hers! It's me you love  Timi!
Tare please  stop this Timi  begged. "awww my baby are my scaring  you" touching  his face  tenderly "I'm sorry  if I am didn't  mean  to " she said.
Timi tried to  move  but found  the effort  useless.
What did  you  do to me Tare?  Smiling in a cold  kinda way,  she  answered "oh nothing  harmful  for now  my love  just  something  to leave  you incapacitated  while  we make  plans  for  our wedding"
Timi knew he had  to  keep  here  talking  if he wanted to  live.
"did  you  know it's very  easy to  make  poison? A tasteless, colourless and odourless kind  for  that matter. To crown it all,  it can be  made from mere kitchen  ingredients....... Thanks to the  Internet " she shrieked in excitement.
Sade  would never have  guessed  that  her sharwama was poisoned, she was such a dull girl, I never  even  understood what  you  saw in the  slut mtcheeew!
Ah Tare!  So you killed  Sade? " Oh shut  it! Stop talking  about  that dead girl. Let's  talk  about  us...... Now  we can  be  man and  wife  just  as planned" kissing  him on the  cheek.
Pulling  two  syringes from  her bag, she looked  at Timi smiling.
You love  right?  she asked
"I do" Timi replied  clearly frightened
"so I was thinking, maybe we  should have a  court wedding..... What  do you think? "
"a court wedding is fine  by me" Timi replied amidst  sobs.
"no!  I change  my mind... I think  we should  make  our love  eternal  just  like  Romeo and Juliet" she said  tapping the  syringes.
"A court wedding  is just fine" Timi  pleaded making  Tare laugh
"I know  you've always  been  a  sissy but don't worry, this  won't hurt..... It would  only make you sleep forever ".
Timi was  now  obviously  terrified.  Tare moved closer and injected  Timi  with  a lesser  dose.  She felt  he already  had enough  lethal  stuff  in his system  and also  wanted  him to  sleep  off at the  same time as her  (she had it all planned)
Tare plugged in  her phone  to the  sound  system  in the room and put on repeat  "LAY ME DOWN"  by Sam Smith (she has  always  loved that song).
She soon injected her self  with  a  dose  of the poison she felt  matched his  and soon it began to  take  effect.
Tare laid down  quietly  beside  Timi, placing  her head on his  chest. " I love you  Timi" and  soon she was sleeping.....
Timi prayed and hoped someone  would  find  him.... He thought  about  Tare, wondering how he never  knew  she was so sick. He could  not  make  himself  hate her, he rather  felt  pity for  her.
His thoughts wandered to Sade, he felt  sorry  that  he wasn't  able  to  protect  her.
His precious  Sade....... Images of  her began  flooding his view  and then he didn't  bother  fighting  it anymore. He slept.......



NEWS HEADLINE
MAY 30TH 2015

lovers found  Dead in  their home........ Suspected cause of death : Drug abuse

SOMETHING TO KICK START YOUR DAY

Good morning beautiful  people!
I woke up  feeling pretty  excited  and positive. Hopefully I'll be able to  share  the excitement - bug..........
Here is  something  to boost  your  vibes

 

LIFE OF A UNIZIK BIG CHIC II

Where  did you  drop your  phone?  I've  called  three times  now eh Ebere! Mummy sorry  I  was praying  when  you  called(I held my breath  hoping she'lld buy the ridiculous  lie) . Oh ok sorry I didn't  know  came  her reply.  So how  is school? She asked..... Fine  mummy.....  I had  a terrible  dream about  you Ebere that's  why I called...... Hmmm terrible  dream? What  was  it about  I asked.
 I saw  you  on the  street  naked and  crying, it seemed  like  you were  beaten.  I kept  on  calling  you but you  wouldn't  answer  me and  then I woke up....... God  forbid! It's not my portion.... I immediately  said..... Be careful  with the way you move around, don't  go out at night  have  you  heard  me?  Yes mummy I answered  and then  the  call ended.
 Heaving  a sigh of relief, I dropped  the  phone.... You see, this is  not the  first time  my mum has had a terrible dream  about  me but then nothing  ever  happens.... I guess  its cos she  worries  too much  about  me.
   Before  I knew  it, it was  evening  already and there I was, in  front  of  chief William an average,  chocolate skinned man with a portable  pot-belly and a slightly  manageable face(not like  his look mattered tho). Chief  William couldn't  keep  his hands off me and it slightly irritated me but then it's business.
 It didn't  take  long  before he asked  that we  move  to his hotel room and I obliged. 30mins later chief William was done and he gave me  3bundles of one thousand  naira  note..... Checking  the time, it was  just 11pm, so I got dressed  and  left quietly.
Driving  back  home, I moved  my body in sync with the music I was playing. I was happy  that Chief didn't  ask me to  spend the night cos I didn't  really  feel like  it today. I was still  wriggling my body  to the  music  when out of nowhere, two  cars blocked  me....... Opening  the  door, I stepped  out angrily   to know  what  their  problem  was. Just  then, I inhaled  a very  pungent  smell and everything  went black.........

SOMETHING FOR THE GENTS

Brothers Can I Preach?....Sure I can! Its my blog (lol)

Brother, so u've been treating that sister badly cos you know she loves you too much and would want it to work at all cost shey?!

Be forming macho-man, while disregarding the lil meaningful things a man should do to make his woman feel treasured while having the feeling that she'll be to ashamed to leave the "SITUATIONSHIP"(cos that one no be relationship na) becos probably she has spent a better part of her life cuffed to you.
But then Boom! She surprises you by actually taking notice of her worth and gradually dumps ur sorry, less-appreciative a**. And like an enemy of progress you come back to confuse sister(I cast and bind you on behalf of any sister in need IJN amen! lol).
Unfortunately another brother who knows her worth would have done the needful and you'll be there crying foul(abi turkey hehe). She is gone and you can't get her back! Ko possible! Odirodi possible! Ba komi za ka yi!:p
So brother out there better step up your game o treat that lady right if not, Ome ghi Voom na anya!

Sister can I preach?!

APOLOGY

       HEARTFELT APOLOGY
Goodevening  people,
I know  it's been almost  a year  since  I last  posted  any piece  and I'm really sorry. I kind of  lost the drive  to  write but  I'm back  this  time and I  ain't going  no where.
 I have  so much  stuff  in my  goody bag and I can't wait to  share  it with  you  all.  So sit back relax while  I sway and intrigue your  minds!



                                      Kisses
                                     CHIDAA