PROJECT LIVING-DEAD 2

“Doc, she has been spotted!”
“Where?”
“In the slums off Premier Road street. She’s alone too!”
“She has to be brought back to the lab! She poses a huge threat to the public! Get me my phone, I need to talk to the General.”
“But sir, what about the men I already ordered to go retrieve her? Shouldn’t we wait for a report from them before we call the General?”

“Tunde, you are a stupid fellow! What gave you the idea that she’d still be there? Even if she was, my best bet is, those men are dead already!”
“Dead?!” Tunde gulped really hard.
“Yes, dead! Or alive, if they were lucky enough not to meet her. Now excuse me I need to make a call.” With this, he stepped out of the lab with his phone while trying to think of the right words to tell the General about the missing girl.

“Good morning General, there seems to be a little problem. The girl, I mean TYPE-C, is on the loose and we might be needing extra hands.”
There was silence on the other end. “Hello General, are you there?”
“You’re such an incompetent fool, Dr. Bayo! How much do I pay you, again?! And there you are, calling me at this time of the night to tell me that you’ve lost contact with my device!”

“Sir, she overpowered the men you placed here as guards. We tried our best to knock her out with the serum but it didn’t have any effect on her. She is getting immune to the serum.”
“Your explanation holds nothing! The fact still remains that you are useless. Has she been sighted?”
“Yes sir, she was last seen in the slums around Premier road street.”

“Alright then, I’ll have that taken care of. But know this, when she is brought back, you have just three weeks to complete whatever it is you do in there, in that lab.”
“Three weeks?! But sir…,” the doctor stuttered.
“Am I clear?!!!”
“Yes sir, very much clear, sir.”
“But she is not nearly ready, yet and three weeks is way too little a time. He just keeps throwing orders and unbeatable deadlines without registering that there could be consequences,” Dr. Bayo muttered to himself, oblivious to the fact his assistant had been standing behind him for a while.

“Emmm…excuse me sir,” Tunde tapped his boss on the shoulder.
Jolting back to reality, Dr. Bayo made the karate hand move in defense, but was surprised to see it was his lanky assistant, standing behind him. “You idiot! Don’t sneak up on people like that! I could have killed you!”
Stifling a bit of laughter, Tunde held up his hands in mock surrender.
“Why were you eavesdropping on my conversation?” the doctor asked angrily.

“Sir, I wasn’t! I only came to tell you that the men are back and they’ve got more bad news, she wasn’t found, but errrm…it’s uh…” Tunde stammered.
“But what? Speak up, Tunde! My day can’t be any worse than this!”
“They found the bodies of three men. One was unconscious, the other two were badly injured.”
“Shit! She has only just started, she doesn’t have a clue of what she can do and there are already casualties. The men? I mean the injured ones, what’s their status?”

“Umm…they’ve been put down, sir.”
“Good! we do not need anyone going around running their mouths.” Adjusting his glasses, the doctor began walking back into the lab. “We have to get things ready; we’ve got just three weeks left to complete everything on TYPE-C. Hopefully, her memory won’t return before she is brought back here.”
Suddenly, he heard Tunde say, “Sir, she has been spotted again! Should I send some men to go fetch her?”

PROJECT LIVING-DEAD 1

Opening her eyes to the darkness, she was welcomed back to reality by a pungent smell which her brain recorded to be a dense accumulation of urine and a mixture of poo. Diya looked around but couldn’t see clearly because of the darkness.
Moving to stand up, she dipped her hand on a pile of poo, causing her to feel very irritated. Suddenly, she felt a cool breeze blow over her, drawing her attention to her state of nakedness, which suddenly, made her terrified, self-conscious and very confused.

What the hell was she doing in this dark room that not only smelt like filth, but was also filled with filth? And to top it up, she was naked. These questions, she asked herself, finding answers to none. The last thing she could remember was being in her room feasting on a pack of Noreos biscuit, while trying to make sense of the Tom Clancy novel she was reading. So far, it just didn’t make any sense.
Diya studied her surrounding, allowing her eyes get accustomed to the darkness. Just then, she noticed a crack which allowed a tiny ray of light into the room. Hastily, she made her way towards the light, hoping and praying the light would result to a door she could open and walk out from. Fortunately, it was a door and liked she had prayed, it didn’t have any lock.

Diya stepped out from the room which she soon found out to be an abandoned wooden stall. Walking cautiously, she was careful to avoid areas with too much light, while she scanned the vicinity to see if she could find any form of covering for her body. How had she come to this part of town? She kept wondering as she jumped over a pile of refuse.
Sighting a number of clothes spread out to dry, Diya walked quickly towards them. Reaching for a polka-dotted top, she stopped suddenly, freezing at the spot. She could sense them. There were three of them, all male: the closest to her was 6’2 tall, the second a 5’9, the third a 6’0.

Her head processed their entire anatomies from the distance and instantly, she was terrified! She realized it wasn’t because of the men but because of herself. How could she do all that? She had their heights to perfection!
“Ashewo don mad o!” (the prostitute has run mad), she heard the first man say.
“Na you make am mad abi?” (And that’s because you made her crazy, right?), came the second guy.

“Una too talk! The babe body set wella, conji don too hold me sef, make I go try release” (You all talk too much! Her body looks banging and I feel sex-starved; I will go have some myself some release), the third guy said as he made a move towards Diya as the other two followed after him.
“Heeyys!  Lady wetin you dey do for here? You no know say woman no dey come this kain place for night?” (Hey lady! What are you doing here? Don’t you know women don’t come to these kind of places at night?), the third guy said to her.
She did not respond.                                                                                          
“Come o! no be you I dey talk to? Sunny, see these babe o! I dey talk give am she no gree answer” (Hey! Aren’t you the one I am talking to? Sunny, look at this girl! I am talking to her but she won’t answer)
“Roberto, e fit be say she no dey hear join. Abi I lie Johnny?” (Roberto, she is probably also deaf. Or, is that a lie, Johnny?), Sunny said, laughing really hard while exposing his tobacco and gin stained teeth.

The third guy called Roberto stepped closer, “No be you I dey talk to?” (Are you not the one I am talking to?), he said, as he tried to place his hands on Diya’s shoulder.  
“Don’t you dare touch me!”, Diya heard herself say as her pulse raced.
“Haa na me you dey speak foneh for? E don be for you! Ashewo wey dey form tush” (Ha! Am I the one you are expending such grammar on? You are finished! Bloody prostitute acting all educated.”

The three men made a move to encircle her. She, however, stood still, not even flinching. Just then, Sunny made a move to push her to the ground. But, as swift as the wind, she grabbed a hold of his arm, twisting it behind him, causing a loud cracking sound. Using her legs, she toppled the third guy to the floor, hitting his Adams apple very hard with the end of her foot, causing him to choke and lose consciousness.

Making a flip, she released herself from the hold of the first guy who was now trying to grab her. Charging towards him, she kicked him hard on his stomach and pushed him to the other end of the road. Taking hold of his legs, she bent it against the right part of the joint while she hit it hard with her elbow, breaking both legs in an instant.

Two of the men, still conscious, were writhing in pain and making inaudible sounds. Diya looked at what she had done and grabbed a dress from the line which she wore and then, made a run for it. What had she done? How was she able to do that? Where had she learnt to do all that? What was happening to her? She quizzed no one exactly.

#BirthdaySpecial

LOSING A PART OF ME: MY STORY

So I am sitting here beside him; the love of my life, but I am so confused and scared to the bones about our future. He is right for taking the realistic stance about the whole drama but I can't bring myself to be realistic at the moment.
Sorry I didn't say my name, I am Ofure Ominiabos and I think I am about to lose a part of me.

I met Dami at a conference held for medical practitioners in Port-Harcourt. At first, I never took notice of him not until he mistakenly stepped on my foot while trying to get registered like the rest of us present there.

I was about to give who ever had stepped on me a piece of my mind when I looked up and met a very "handsome-sorry" face staring right at me. I couldn't help but smile and let go. After the registrations I walked up to my assigned room to prepare for the first lecture.

Arriving the lecture hall, I took a sit, somewhere close to the door so I could easily slip out if I wanted to. Someone came right up to sit with me. I turned to see who and lo, it was him.

"Hi I am Dami, the jerk who stepped on you earlier" he said with a smile.

I swear I have never been so drawn to a smile before but his, captured my attention. I didnt hestitate in giving him my contact when he asked. For the rest of the conference, we were seat buddies. From seat buddies at a conference, we evolved into an item.

Dami showed me so much love that I was never aware anyone could. Although it was a distant relationship, we always found a way around it. I fell hopelessly inlove with him, I just couldn't help it. Three years  into the relationship, he felt it was time his parents knew about me since his siblings already did.

I was so excited about stepping into a new stage in life with him. On the said day, I dressed my best like I was going to see my pastor (lol). Stepping into his family house, I was welcomed with a warm hug from his mum and a smile from his dad. I couldn't have asked for anything better.

My happiness was however short lived when I began to answer some subtle questions about myself.

"What did you say your mum's name is again?" Dami's father Chief Otunba asked.

"Regina Ominiabos sir" I answered cheerfully.

"And she is a nurse?"

"Yes sir"

"She lived in Kano during her younger years?"

"Yes sir, how did you know?" I innocently asked.
A question I never knew had the power to ruffle my calm life.

Two days after meeting his parents, Dami called me crying and saying he was sorry. I wondered why he was crying and asked to meet so we could talk.
Now here we are, he is sitting beside me telling me things that are about to drive me mad!  How can I be his Sister?! How?! I am urohobo he is a yoruba.

Chief said he is my father. He said he had an affair with my mum back in the day and as soon as I was concieved, his wife found out about the affair and demanded he put an end to it which he did.

But how can that be when my mum told me my dad died some months before I was born, how?!

Dami wants us to end the relationship. He says its the realistic thing to do. But I can't for the life of me let him go.

HELP I AM ABOUT TO LOSE A PART OF ME!

IS:THE PROTECTOR

"Everything in here seems so uninteresting!  So bland!  The walls painted in a measly bright yellow, which really in her own opinion was very sickening!
   She had to leave this place she really had to".....Sandy thought to herself as she fiddled with her hair while looking around the relaxation hall with so much disgust.
     
  Why had she even signed herself into this hellhole?! What in God's name made her walk into this center asking to be incarcerated for a whole 6months.

The facility was obviously meant for loonies,  nutjobs and psychos. Which she definitely wasn't one!  Or was she? .... everything seemed so confusing lately. ..its the drugs they've been feeding me with!  It must be! ....Sandy thought while making funny gestures with her hands.

  Standing up,  she made a move for the Director's office. ..she had been making frequent visits there lately hoping to see if he'lld reason with her and let her go.

Tap!  Tap! ....she knocked
 
  "Yes come in".....came Dr Simmons voice.

Peeping in before taking a step in,  Sandy with closed eyes sucked in the strawberry fragrance that arrested her nostrils...."hmmm!  She liked it in here" .

"Goodday Dr or is it evening already? You know I never seem to know anything this days"....she shrugged while taking a seat.
  
Smiling warmly, Dr Simmons offered her some chocolate bars from the bowl on his desk.
  " So Miss Dike to what do I owe this august visit for the 15th time this week? "
 
  "You know! If you'lld just let me outta this place,  my frequent visits would seize right? ....Sandy said as she munched on one of the bars.

" But I can't let you go just yet? Thats not what we agreed on! Remember the papers you signed when you willingly walked into this centre? "
  
  "Yes I do!  but I  really do not understand why I did that! And this place!  Oh this place is so so sickening!  I want to go back home!  Back to my job! My friends!  and family! ".....

  "You need more time in here! You did so many bad things!  very bad things Sandy. Its either this hellhole or jail and you picked this"

   Now visibly angry Sandy stood with a mouth full of chocolate. ..."Why would I have anything to do with jail Simmon!  Why cant I just go in there pick my stuff and stroll outta this place!
  Why I'm I even debating this when I can actually just do that!  Infact to hell with you Doc!"
 
  "Language Sandy!  language!.....damn!  You have nothing to go back to!  You have no job!  No friends and definitely no family out there!  heck! You have just me Sandy just me!"........Dr Simmon blurted out in anger. He was tired of explaining,  he knew it would be tough to handle her. But he never thought it would be this hard.

   "Simmon thats not true! I have a job; I own a consulting firm which is thriving really well"
     
      "No you don't"

"My family lives at GRA no.16 Badewa street off mobile! "

   "They used to not anymore! You blew them up!  You burnt the whole house to the ground! You killed them Sandy!"

    Blocking her ears with her fingers,  she screamed
    "Lies! You're telling alot of lies Doc!  I did no such thing! I love my family!  I love them!  I loved them..."
  
Think Sandy! How come I know so much about you!  How do I know your favorite colour is black?  How do I know you like your icecream in two flavors(chocolate and strawberry)? If I were lying to you now,  tell me how do I know about your invisible friend or should I say the other you called "IS"? tell me!

   Hearing the name,  she jerked up pulling him by the collar .... " don't call her name!  She doesn't exist! "

"Calm down Sandy!  Calm down!  I'll show you something.  You asked me to show it toyou when ever you got to this level. But I can only do that if you let go of my collar...please!"

    Slowly she let go while looking suspiciously at him.

Adjusting his collar,  he pulled out a brown envelope from the lower part of his drawer and poured the contents out on the desk. Picking the disk,  he took it to the dvd player and inserted it.

   Hi Sandy its me IS I mean you,  me. ...lets not confuse ourselves. If you're watching this now,  then know things got outta hand and that you need to calm down and listen to whatever Simmon your friend and doctor tells you to do.
  A couple of days ago,  I killed alot of people,  people who had hurt you terribly. You were hurting so much inside and I couldn't bear seeing you that way anymore. I did what I had to do to make you happy again.
 
  I killed your family I burnt them all! I made them writhe in pain for not believing you when you told them you had been molested by that pig.

I especially made daddy suffer for calling you a witch and a slut. I could see the horror in his face when he realized he was actually going to die and I was the one pulling the plug!  *laughter*

  "Stop the video Simmon!  Stop it!  Thats not me!  I'm not a monster!" ....Sandy closed her ears amidst tears.

"Rev. Bennett wouldn't stop crying you know!  I chopped off his "little junior" after I told him to come teach the "finger and no pants trick" he always loved to teach us when we were just six years old and he refused!  Can you believe that man?

Anyway I'm guessing its cos we're no longer six anymore. My best part was when I fed him with it!
  Chopping his legs was also fun too and the eyes!  Yes the eyes!
 
You're free now Sandy!  I kept my promise to take care of you. Dr Simmon's centre will be good for you even though I do not agree with his methods.
   Stay with him and heal. I love you!  "IS" loves you!  And I'll always be here for you."

   Dr Simmon walked across the room and put the tv off.

  "Here are some photos if you still think I probably forced you to make that video of yourself"..... handing her a couple of pictures.

She looked at the pictures and images started to flood back...

every strike she made on the Reverend's body,   the blood,   
  the smell of burnt flesh from her parents house and oh!  the screaming! God!  How she had loved it!
   Shaking her head in disgust,  Sandy threw the pictures on the ground and moved to farther corner of the room where she sat on the floor cupping her knees and hiding her face.
 
  "I'm not a monster!  I'm not a monster!  I killed no one!  My family is alive!"

Moving closer to her,  Simmon cautiously placed his hand on her back as he tried to pacify her.
 
"Sandy its alright..you'll be fine. You suffer from Multiple Personality Disorder,  but its nothing we can't handle here. You're safe with me here I promise you!"

Lifting her head,  she gave the Doctor a cold and sinister Smile...

"Hi Doc!  Its been a long time. I really do not know why she keeps locking me in. "IS" is a genius IS is her protector!"

    I'm not sorry I killed them! I am IS!

IN NIGERIA ALONE,  ONE IN  EVERY FOUR GIRLS GET MOLESTED AT AN EARLY AGE  BY SIGNIFICANT MALE FIGURES AROUND THEIR ENVIRONMENT AND SADLY,  THEY ARE TOO SCARED TO SPEAK OUT COS OF THE STIGMA AND MAINLY BECAUSE THEY'RE AFRAID THAT THEIR LOVED ONES WOULD NEVER BELIEVE THEM OR EVEN GET PUNISHED FOR ALLOWING THEMSELVES TO BE MOLESTED. THIS LEAVES MOST OF THEM PSYCHOLOGICALLY SCARRED FOR LIFE.

HELP THE GIRL CHILD, BELIEVE THEM!
RAPE IS EVIL!
SAY NO TO CHILD MOLESTATION!

   

 

 

Time! Make It Count!

  "I cant take any break from work at the moment babes!  things at the office are so tight now, you of all people should know that Chidaalu!".....Ayodeji said as he forked through his hair with his fingers in frustration.
  "Deji don't tell me that!, you're a top ranking officer,  you could delegate people to do your job for you!....I'm lonely baby. Its bad enough that you do not want me to work  and I agreed. Now spend some time with me you won't!  Its getting frustrating it really is! "
   "I'm sorry baby!  Alright lets make a deal....I'll set up that business for you and in like two weeks tops,  i'll make out time for a trip. How does the Bahamas sound to you? "...... Deji smiled at her as he raised her chin.
  "The Bahamas sounds ok....and I'm making the arrangements not you!..... Chidaalu said trying hard to not to smile...."I love you nkem"
   " awwww....you know I get all  'mushy' when you call me sweet names in your dialect"...... Deji said as he slowly from behind planted soft kisses on her neck which  made her shiver.
Damn! he loved being with her when ever they just settled an argument.
 
"Major D I think these rebels should be taught a lesson now. they're beginning to make so much noise and no one is worried! "......
   "Samuel this guys are all bark and no bite....they have no armoury and besides the men upstairs have not given the Go to have them dealt with. ..so patience my friend".....Deji smiled at his friend.
  "Anyway thats by the way!  How is that our gorgeous wife?" ....

   "she is fine"
  
"You know for a man who just got knocked up for just a year,  you hardly spend enough time with her you know? Better grease machine before someone does for you o! "......Samuel said as he grinned from ear to ear.

   "I have heard!  Adviser in Chief!  You know ehn? ! sometimes I would have beaten the shit outta you for being so nosy. Thank your stars that I love you too much"....Ayodeji said as he made a fist at his friend.
  
1month Later
But you promised Deji!  What now happens to our trip to the Bahamas? !, I booked our flight already!
Baby work is way more hectic now. These rebels have started gaining ground.  I have been assigned to certain duties I can not neglect at the moment.  You of all people should understand that!
  What I understand is that you love your job more than you do me!  You pay so much attention to it than you would give to me!  I'm tired of being the nagging wife Deji!  Feels like I'm the only one who is trying here! We're just one year into this and it feels like we've been in this for over a century! 
  "Alright after this job I'll make it up to you". ... "I don't want any of your promises seeing how well you've kept the others!" "Its either we're doing it now or we are not! "
  "You know I can't Daalu. ..damn it!  Lets not make this an issue".....Deji said as he slammed the door and left for work.
  Sadly,  she loved him still...she loved this man who lately was beginning to make her cry more than she should and for all the wrong reasons. ...wiping her tears she went into the room and snuggled under the duvet.
    If only he'lld allow her get a job atleast....she thought.

Flickering through tv stations and finding nothing that picked her interest,  Chidaalu  switched the tv off and decided to go do some baking.  Atleast the aroma of freshly baked bread made her more relaxed.

  While working,  "Cannonball by kiesza" was put on replay....she didn't know why she got glued to that song lately. But then it helped her calm her nerves when ever she had gotten into an argument with Deji and so she liked it!
Just then,  it went off!   

           (((BOOOM)))))

the last thing she had on her mind was her husband!  Her Deji!

Panting heavily,  Ayodeji stopped running and rested his hands on his knees while he sucked in so much air like it was his last.
  He had run out of ammunition and had been running for close to an hour. Luckily for him,  he had not met any of the rebels on the road.
  Gathering enough strength,  he looked around to study his environment but everywhere seemed strange all the buildings had been razed to the ground.
Except for a signpost which didn't burn down,  he wouldn't have known he was on his street....
  If anyone had told him a day before that it was the last time he would have a peaceful night rest,  he would have waved it off. He  never thought those rebels were well equipped. But here he was,  tired,hungry and in a country that was now run by rebels..He had not eaten since he left home two days before.
  Anyway that wasn't his major problem,  all he wanted now was to stay alive and safe enough to go get his wife the woman he loved!
  Funny how they had been arguing that day....if only he didn't forget so easily,  he wouldn't have promised to stand in for Samuel and by now he would have been in the Bahamas with her.
  Finally getting to a place that used to be his home,  Ayodeji couldn't recognize a thing. Everywhere had been blown to bits. All he could salvage was a picture frame which had been partly burnt but still had the face of his wife.
  He groaned. ....

Every Moment Counts Show That Special Someone That You Care Always. Make It Count!
  
  

HOW DO I LET GO?

This is the 3rd time I'm writing my story but I've not been able to get the guts to make it public.  However, I now realize that I do need help cos I'm about to the something I would regret. My story is lengthy but i'll try my best to shorten it.

Ms Chidaa do publish my story but make me anonymous.

I met Adebayo(not real name) during my university years. I was only 19 in my 3rd year while he was 27. Bayo as I fondly call him is quiet and reserved person, generous, caring and very understanding. We started going out not too long after I met him. He always went out of his way to please me.
Adebayo is from a well to do family while I'm just from an average home. I however never thought our different social status would pose a problem, how wrong I was.

2years into our relationship,  he decided it was time his parents knew about me. Like every normal lady would act,  I was worried and excited. My worry however won as his mum didn't like me much for reasons I still do not know. 

 The relationship ended for a brief period which had its toll on me as I had gotten so used to the idea of the both of us being a pair. Soon afterwards, we made up largely due to my efforts( a move which I now regret)

 Although we got back together, the calls reduced, his attention became so divided and he hardly publicly referred to me as his special someone (not even on my birthdays). Even with all these signs, I still turned a blind eye while I believed things would change but it never did.

 I recieved the shock of my life 3days ago when I coincidentally found a stack of IV's at his house when I went visiting. My Bayo is getting married in 3weeks time, and as crazy as it sounds, he is getting married to my university roomy.

  I still dont understand how I was so blind that I never noticed. Right now my heart hurts like its being stabbed by the minute. I do not know where I would go from here. I have thought about taking my life and then again,  I have thought about hurting the both of them so bad!

   Why is love so cruel. Five years of my life is been flushed down the drain just like that!

   I really need advice on how to let go, how to make this bleeding heart heal someone help me!

Ms S

Inspired by a real life occurrence......advices would be gladly welcomed.

FINDING YOURSELF

Some days ago , I passed a wrong notion about my happiness being tied to  persons. Don't get me wrong! The individuals in question play huge roles in my life presently and hopefully always.
However, it was only this morning that I realised that the impression I gave was far from what I should have given. Why you ask? Its simple! You with Christ in the picture are the only authors of your happiness.
No one is powerful enough to make you laugh, smile, cry or angry if you do not give them the chance and power to! We're expected to open ourselves to people who are only committed to us and our advancement.

Consider the mating process of an eagle; the female specie plucks a twig and flies high up around the airspace of the male specie, it then proceeds to drop the twig. The interested male specie runs after the fallen twig which it retrieves and gives back to the female eagle. This process is repeated continuously until the eagle is convinced that she has the right one who is earnestly committed to mate with it.

Like wise, we're expected to be sure and mindful of who we put in the storybook of our lives cos they will always be talked about when our story comes up.
Decide not to seek for peoples approval. The only approval you should always seek for, is that of your creator. Always remember to retreat into seclusion to have not just your spiritual man reactivated but also your physical being.
Spend quality time with just you and your God. Pray more, study the word more and read more books to rejuvenate yourself ( mark 1:30-37).
People often believe one man can do only but little, but I say; "One man can do so much and anything!"
Eagles fly solo! I am an Eagle!

Happy New Year.

                            Creda.... XOXO

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