Blessing In Disguise? 2

It was past the time Papa return home each day but he was no where to be found. Mama was still sleeping and I didn’t want to wake her up. I have finished with the peeling of the cassava tubers long time ago and have even cleared the compound and made dinner. 

“where is Papa? ” my sister asked me. She just returned from the stream where she has been with her friends washing clothes. “On my head” I replied sarcastically and she recoiled. I hated seeing her that way but my mood swings this past days has been crazy. “Mma, I’m sorry” I said to her. “You say that all the time but, never act it” she said and stepped outside. I wanted to follow but I had more serious issues to bother myself with like where Papa was.

“Mama Ngozi!” I heard voices scream. Two distinct unfamiliar voices. I ran out only to see my father being led in by two young men. He was badly injured. I didn’t even realize that I was standing in shock at a point or that Mama was at my back until I heard her scream. “ewooo Chimo. My husband. What is it about today God! “. My little sister went towards the men to assist them and I finally moved my stuck legs and joined. 

“what happened?” mama inquired. “Chief Ernest sent his boys to beat up Mazi.” they replied. Now, Chief Ernest is a rich man my father borrows from all the time. It is known to me that for sometime now, my father has not been able to settle his debts but, did that warrant such beating?. My father started borrowing because, it became really hard to sponsor I and my sister in the University and still feed. My mother took my dad to the room they share and asked me to boil hot water and bring. 

As I approached the room, I heard her talking to my dad. “we cannot continue to suffer like this. Let her go with her sister “. “that child insulted me! her father, no,  Ngozi would not go with her” my daddy replied. “keep being stubborn while we suffer. Don’t you think Ada coming at this exact time is the work of God?, next session would soon start there is no food in the house talkless of money for provision and school fees…” her voice trailed off as I entered and dropped the water. “I would go with Ada” I said and the room became silent. 

After Ada had apologized for her behavior, (an apology that she just gave because she so badly wanted to go back to the city with me and I wonder why🙇), I packed and the next day, we went back to “the city” together. Something just felt wrong about the all these. Ada was just too excited and the Mr Cletus, egbami does he not talk? Why is it that he has just been smiling sheepishly since? How is he a veeeeery good friend? This just feels so wrong, so so so wrong. Is this a blessing in disguise?  A silver lining or a disappointment in a shining foil? 😖

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Blessing in Disguise? 

Ever since Amaka was buried, everyone has acting weird around me. Everyone suddenly is nice and very careful. Some even go the extra mile not to mention an igbo name that start with A around me. My family actually makes sure I’m never alone like I would kill myself at the very first opportunity I get. I get you know I’m in pain and want to help but coming at me and saying sorry all the time errrh isn’t exactly helping or telling me you know how I feel Tsk… I hate this one. You don’t know how I feel and I pray you don’t actually. 

This fateful day, I was peeling cassava for my mother something I and Amaka would have done together on a norm. Tears threatened to slip… but no, Amaka doesn’t want to be mourned. “Ngwa hurry up na do you want to sleep there?” mom asked.  “I’m the only one here mom” I said as gently as I could reminding her that Amaka was no longer here to assist me but I regretted it immediately it came out from my mouth because she started saying sorry… So much it annoyed me. Just as I wanted to give her a long speech on how to stop telling me sorry every single time, a jeep stopped just in front of our compound. 

I squinted to see the occupants of the car but, hard as I tried, I couldn’t see them but this jeep looked quite familiar. I was trying to remember where I saw the jeep when the door of the driver’s seat opened and a richly dressed man came out then it clicked. This was the man Emeka was begging in the market place. The other door opened too and oh my world Ada? Ada? My elder sister? Ada that eloped with an Alhaji two years ago? This is not even an Alhaji. What happened to the Alhaji? What happened to her?. She has changed drastically well, in a good way. 

“Chimo! Nwam!” my mother screamed as she ran towards the car. “Mama, how are you?” Ada asked. Was that an English accent I heard? I chuckled for the first time since Amaka died. Ada? English accent kwa? Ada that used to call rice,lice or correction, collection. This same Ada has an English accent in just two years wawu the Lord is mighty. I chuckled again as I walked towards the car. 

“Oh Ngozi” she came forward and hugged me. “I rushed down here as soon as I got the message that your friend died. I’m so sorry about that” she said. Somehow I didn’t believe that. Since she left, we have been through series of hardship all of which Amaka made sure she heard about through her wild girlfriends connections but none of them moved her. Why did Amaka’s death matter?

“I’m really sorry” she went on and on. “Ada come inside” mum offered. “oh I’m not really staying for long” she replied “I just wanted to know if Ngozi would like to move in with me after this incidence” did I hear correctly. “won’t you at least… ” mom started but was interrupted. “Mama but you know I can’t enter this house na, I’m sure cobwebs are everywhere… Moreover, I just arrived. I need to get lodged into an hotel. I would see you tomorrow ” she turned as if she wanted to go then clicked her hands like she just remembered something “…and oh mama, meet Cletus he is a very very good friend” she dragged the very with a silly smirk on her face and made an annoying sound with the gum I didn’t even notice she was chewing.  I took a good look at the Cletus. Pot bellied fat man. Sighs. Old man like this. Ada. The house that raised her… Cobwebs infested.

Mama sighed sadly “Ngwanu let tomorrow come” she said and began to walk back into the house. I took a very long look at Ada before replying. “I am actually not in the mood to give your reply. See how you have changed. Whatever changed you I actually don’t care. Hear the rubbish coming out of your mouth. House that you were raised in Cobweb infested. Well if your offer would make me just like you. I spit on you and your offer” I finished and started walking back. What even annoyed me is the way Cletus or what did she even call him stood there like a mannequin with his stained teeth and fat neck. Mchteeew. “see mumu I’m trying to help oh” she called after me and hurled insults at me as I walked away. I had not gotten back to my abandoned cassava bowl when I heard “let’s go abeg” and the car roared back into life and out of my compound. I really had to go and visit Emeka later. I needed to know who that man was but first, where was mama? 

I ran into the house only to find mama sobbing on her bed and my heart broke. “where did I go wrong?  She kept on asking herself. I just held her because at that moment my words failed. She didn’t deserve to be treated like this. No mother should be treated this way…with disrespect. She might not be the perfect mother figure but, she chose to keep you when she could have aborted you. That is enough reason. She is a mother not an angel… She would definitely have her flaws. But her love makes up for it all. I hugged and rocked her till she fell asleep in my hands. Ada SMH. If she comes back here! I would give her a piece of my mind nothing would make me stoop so low to follow her back to oh wherever she came from or so I thought… 

Thank you for reading! 🖤🖤 you matter please do not forget to let me know what you think. 

To the ones we loved but lost 😧

Plenty thoughts rushed through my head and I suddenly felt hot. Could she be serious? Is this a joke?  Or just a prank to get me out of the house? Cancer kills right? I love this girl but honestly she pisses me off. Why would she joke with cancer? I looked at the paper again. “Ngozi, I have Cancer ”   it read simply. I studied the hand writing. It was hers and, it wasn’t written in a haste. 

“Who gave you this?” I yelled at my sister. “Amaka’s mum…she said Amaka wanted this to get to you” she replied and that was all I needed. I wore something presentable and went out of the house through the back and jumped the half fence. I went out with no-one’s permission. I didn’t care actually. I raced all the way to Amaka’s home. 

“Your friend is in her room” her mom responded when I greeted without looking up. Now I was tensed. Breathing fast, I made it to her room and I met the calmest Amaka I have ever seen lying on her bed, her eyes closed and her lips moving. Praying. Hmmmmm well this God had better hear. She opened her eyes and the sober look in her eyes was replaced with flames. Yep her hyperactivity was back. 

“Errrh… I… ” I started but she interrupted “All hail the Micheal Scofield of our time! The one and only prison breaker” she laughed as she clapped. “Amaka really, you think I took this risk you hear all that?” I asked. “What do you want to hear, I’m dying in a month’s time please give me a treat” she laughed more and I got angry and started walking out. “Ngozi… ” she called out to me and I stopped in my tracks. “I really do have cancer” she said and I broke down in tears. 

“Please tell me it can be savaged…please Amaka please “…I pled. “It can’t, it’s leukemia and well the bad type…sadly” she answered and I went over to her bed and threw myself on her and the tears she boldly tried to hold back in slipped out drop by drop. “How long have you known? ” I asked. “For a while now” she answered looking away. “How long? ” I repeated. “Five years ago” she answered and before I could get out of my shock and gather a response she said “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I wanted you to love me because you do not because I’m a charity case. I really wanted to tell you long ago but you loved me like I was part of you and I couldn’t bear to see the pain in your eyes… ” “why are you telling me now? ” I asked “because, they said I have just two months to live and I’m not sure I would survive ”

My world world crashed in a split second. I felt a weight in my heart. Amaka was all I had. All. “God why!!! ” I cried from the depths of my pain. “I asked him that question too five years ago. Then I didn’t even know him personally but I still felt I didn’t deserve a death sentence. I revolted.  I did stuffs I look back and I’m so not proud of now. But, one day, I ran into this woman who has gone through a great deal of tragedy. For two hours straight, she took me through the story of Job and Jesus’s suffering on the cross. Jesus was God’s own son yet he died in His prime and a very painful death and for the sins of others… You and I. Like what could be worse than sacrificing yourself for the redemption of people that would hate you and reject you. When she was done. I was in tears. That was the day I gave my life to Christ. If God saves me eventually Hallelujah! If he doesn’t oh Glory. I would dance on the streets of Gold. Besides I would finally get to see those handsome angels” she finished and pulled me into a long embrace as she whispered into my ears. “it is those he loves, he calls home early… You would see me again “

Exactly three months, two weeks, a day, 12 hours, 6 minutes, 30 seconds after,  Amaka passed away.

In memory of those we loved but lost… 

Dedicated to Uncle Law, Tola’s loss, Koya ‘s Abigail, Tochi ‘s mum, Femi’s dad and every single one that has lost someone dear 🤧.

Don’t forget to drop comments or share experiences. I love You. 

African Parenting 101🤕

“It was an awesome movie” Ejiro said as he held my hands. Ok, Ejiro is well a very good friend that just might be a prospective boyfriend material but wooh trust me story for another day. We were just coming back from the cinemas… we finished our exams the day before and decided to just goan relax uno. Amaka was supposed to go with us but trust madam to always Sly at the last minute 🙄

“Yh it was did you see the way that guy kicked the… ” I started but was interrupted by my annoying ringtone. It was my mum. Mum? Why was she calling me? Like we had talked three times today. “Hello MA, Good evening ” I picked the phone and said into the receiver. “Good evening dear, how are you? …where are you” she asked “I’m fine MA,  I am on my way to my hostel” I answered “What?  By this time? ” “mum, I went to see a movie with a friend please the road is crowded call me back in like 10-30 minutes” “You must be silly” she said and cut the call. 

The first thing I did was to check the time… It was after 8 please what is late in after 8 egbami is it because they rhyme. “Is there a problem? ” Ejiro asked “No, not… ” I attempted to answer but before I could my phone rang this time it was my dad “Ngozi where did you say you are?” he did not even wait for greeting. “on my way back to my hostel ” I replied. “where did to go?” “To the movies ” “with a guy or a lady” “a guy ” ***mistake number 1*** “Ngozi ehhh so you have started going out with guys in the night?, first thing tomorrow morning I must see you home. Shebi you have finished exam… Silly girl you think I send you to school to waste away… ” he continued and continued till he was satisfied and cut the call. 

I was so pained and my mood was spoilt. My parents were always exaggerating things. I just went to see a movie with a friend that’s all. Irony of life. When I was being a slut they never caught me ooo now that I’m a born again they are now exaggerating up and down. I went over to my sister’s hostel when I got to school to tell her about it and it turned out to be that they already called her and their anger had root. They found messages from Hassel on my former phone which my mom is now using. “But I told you to delete them all before giving Mom” I yelled at my sister “ehn i deleted the very bad ones and left the cute ones incase I needed them” she looked at her feet.  ***mistake number 2 – trusting my naive sister. 

I did not need a prophet to tell me I was dead but as I went home, I wondered why our parents overreacted and even asked friends and the answer I was getting was “that’s how African parents are” the question is why? Why are they not approachable? Why won’t they make it easy for us to confide in them?  Why is it so hard? Sometimes their reactions to things are funny but sometimes too they are actually costly. If my mum was approachable and easy to talk to, she would have known about Hassel and she would have helped me out. But no it is a taboo to have a boyfriend or a girlfriend or even talk to them about it. The very thing they are trying to prevent, happens before their own eyes all the time and they are always the last to know. Maybe that’s how they know how to love but can this generation like try to break the jinx…this whole “Africa Parents Mentality” and just bond with our children, trust them, make out time for them, not controlling their every move up till occupation but give allowances for them to make their own mistakes so they can learn. We laugh about it all the time but sometimes it’s actually costly and those tales we don’t hear.

I arrived home early. Got shouted at, accused of a lot of stuffs even stuffs i did not have guts to do as a bad girl. I was grounded and my phone was seized even my friends were not allowed to see me. Especially Amaka. But a letter got to me through my sister from Amaka and in it was written “Ngozi, I have cancer”.

… And by his Grace we have completed the three posts as promised. God bless you for reading… God bless you and bless you… Please let me know what you think. Till next Friday, I remain Proudmgbeke that loves vanilla ice-cream 🖤

God or You? 🙇

You ever heard ‘like a thief in the night’? That’s how exams fell upon me. It was like a bad joke. I had not read shingbai. I was using my strike to plan for Emeka. As soon as I and Amaka got back to school, we started doing all night reading for the exams that we were told would hold in two weeks time. 

A day to the exams, rumour had it that timetable had been changed😭😭 and my toughest course was now my first. I felt life was over for me. People were panicking and everyone was just jumping up and down. School life honestly i think is one of the easiest way to die. No kidding. But, thankfully that rumour was not true so we jejely continued our jacking. 

On the day of our first paper, I and Amaka got ready and left by 7:30am for a 9am paper so we would write on time and go and read for the other paper. It was paper and pencil based exam theory to be specific. Now it was against our policy to cheat during exams. When Amaka led me to Christ, she changed a lot. But the fact that we didn’t play does not mean we don’t know the players. 

As we were entering the exam hall after an hour of standing on a suffocating queue we started hearing rumours of what would come out. Quickly, some of our friends dashed out of the line to get chips. But, you know that moment when you just pray the rumours are false because you have not touched that aspect of your note, that’s how i felt at that point. “it’s a lie jooor” Amaka said “shebi that’s how they said timetable has been changed “she continued. “You are correct o” that’s me oo ginger and confidence began to enter. “Fake rumours everywhere ” I complained bitterly. 

Dear readers if you think shock is when your hands are wet and you come in contact with electricity, you are so wrong. Shock is the spirit that came upon me when I saw my exam paper. Four theory questions answer all….all of them as rumoured from the topic I did not read. I started laughing because laughter Was The only thing that could stop me from going berserk at that point😭😭. My coursemates were now calling me scholar to aggravate the whole situation 🤧🤧

In my humility, I quickly looked around for the guys that brought in chips but Amaka knew what I was up to and made it a point of duty to make it impossible for me to reach them. Eventually I got tired of trying, wrote the little I knew, submitted and walked out. When she came out, I was so mad at her. “I have failed this paper and it is all because of you!” I yelled “what did you think you were do always forming holier than thou! You… ” I ranted on and she just looked at me. 

When I was done she gave me the shortest most reasonable answer and I was immediately sobered. “NgoziChukwuka Anozie” she said, “everyone in life fails at a point in time, so it doesn’t really matter. What matters is who you failed yourself or God” she completed and walked out. Then, she came back and said “when you fail yourself, you can recover anytime, but when you fail God, well you know better” then she walked away finally. My face changed and all my anger melted. 

Maybe I would fail the course… Maybe I won’t, what does it matter? I actually didn’t read enough… I masterminded my misfortune.  But what if I had cheated and I was who a younger Christian was looking up to to hold firm, what if there trumpet had sounded OK that’s even too far. What if I was caught and penalized? How would I live with it? How would my parents feel? And the people I mentor? And the ones I envagelized to? What if the expos were even wrong?.  There are so many what ifs!  and at the end the good grades would not have really mattered if I had failed God. 

So I leave you with this who would you rather fail? You or God? 

I looooooove yooooooooooou thanks for taking out time to read! It means a lot. I pray God bless you real good and guide you and give you Grace not to fail HIM. Enjoy your weekend and please lemme know what you think. 

XoXo

Proud Mgbeke🙋🙋. 

Yh yh, I know I said the name existed because of my poor dress sense. Well, the Mgbeke part of it came from my dress sense but then, there is the ‘proud’ part… A totally different and detailed part that no one really got to know about. 

The break between my WAEC and my admission was so very long. Like I was literally jobless. I had so much time on my hand and well I gave myself away to movies and more movies…lemme be specific romance movies. You know, the types where the girl is always falling down,the guy is always catching… breeze is always blowing and the girl’s hair is always flying and even more unrealism. Little did I know with or without your permission, you eventually become what you watch. 

Gradually my life focus began to shift. I just wanted my own knight in shining armor. Handsome of courseeeee or please have you ever seen any ugly lead actor?. I entered Uni with village life deeply rooted in me and fully reflecting in all i do especially my dressing. I was laughed at in my class and one day, one of my lecturers called me Mgbeke and the whole class adopted it. It was too bad… Twas’nt how I expected my University life to be especially after I had pestered my parents to give me all their saving so I could go shopping for clothes.

It was during this period I met Clara and Co. Now let me explain Clara Was The leader of the clique and the identity of the rest actually did not matter because they had lost their identity and had just become Clara copycats. I helped Clara in a test and she decided to ‘honour’ me by asking my to join her group which I happily did and that was the biggest mistake of my life. 

Soon, everything about me changed. I started lying to my poor parents to get money for clothes, bags and so many irrelevant things like wine and partying🤦. I started partying like a fool forgetting not only my root but also my Christian background. It was during one of my grooves that I met Hassel. Hasssel looked like a lazy Sunday Morning wrapped up in ice-cream yes he looked that good. We clicked off instantly ahmean he was everything. 

In the eyes of the world, he was the perfect boyfriend I was so lucky. But in the confines of his room, he was a panelbeater he beats me up every single time after sleeping with me like a toy and then he comes back the next day with gifts to say sorry. I had scars I never had even as a stubborn kid who was flogged everyday or almost everyday. I still had to cook for him ooo with the money i got from my parents oo. My poor parents. 

My life was a mess but, I refused to walk away. I thought I was having the best i deserved. I thought because he slept with me and said sweet words then it must be love. My head so messed up by the things i watched and the people around me. For months I suffered in silence and was doing couple goals for the public. It was at this point I met Amaka and she led me to Christ. I was a born Christian but I had never been educated or exposed to God’s love the way Amaka showed me. 

Slowly…very slowly I got out of the snare I put myself into just because I didn’t want to be called an Mgbeke anymore. I was addressed as a Slay Queen when I was still with Clara but I have never felt as empty and worthless as I felt then. I got to understand so many things. You are not the what someone woke up one morning and decided to call you. 

-The clothes you wear and the things you have never I repeat never make up the man you are. Like never if not, the richest people would be the nicest people on earth and only the rich would make heaven.

-Love and disrespect or violence never goes together. Love is not sex and pain and pleasure do not necessarily go together.

After dropping my high fake lifestyle, Clara reinitiated the Mgbeke name and everyone followed but I tell you I have never been so proud of anything than I was of that name at that point.  If being an Mgbeke meant knowing Christ, not being a sex toy and a punching bag for some guy, being decent, being reasonable, being resistant to bullshit, then, I am a PROUD MGBEKE. Like a very PROUD MGBEKE. 

heeeeeeeeeey I hope you really enjoyed this one too please let me know what you think and don’t forget that Jesus loves you🖤❤ or that you… Whoever you are or whatever you have done or been through can only be loved one way… The right way. 

The Face Behind The Mask🙃

“There is a thin line between love and hate you know” said Amaka as she neatly folded another cloth. I rolled my eyes at her and stoned her with a pillow. She came to my place to help me pack for school (school that we know I’m not going back to anytime soon😂). “I can never love Emeka and you know it… With his body that looks like chewing stick and his head like spoilt pineapple ” I replied and we burst into laughter.
“But really, Emeka has not always been like this… We went to primary school together and he was just well behaved…a perfect gentleman ” Amaka said.
“Really since Primary school Amaka… ” we laughed again and kept on gisting till she left some hours after.

The next day I went to market(again) and what I saw shocked me… I saw Emeka almost close to tears begging a certain man in a black car. I was lost. The man shut his door against him and drove off and Emeka threw himself on the mud and cried. I have never seen him so broken. He is usually this tough guy. He stood up and dusted himself and left.

Call me amebo if you like but I followed him… I waited for us to get to that lonely path before making myself noticeable. We were alone on that path. He smirked when he saw me “wall of Jericho” he said and I studied his face and he looked indifferent like he was the one I just saw so broken few minutes ago… I almost just walked away but something in me pushed.. I just needed to understand what just happened.
“On a normal day that would have offended me but not after what I just saw that happened in the market place…” I said and his face changed immediately.
“uno the world would be better if everyone learned to mind their business ” he sounded offended and it annoyed me. I was showing concern why the attack… I quickly attacked back “uno I was only showing concern but what did I expect from a person like you” and I walked away even after seeing the pained expression on his face.
“A person like me… A person like me what do you even know about me” he called at me with so much emotions in his voice that made me stop in my tracks. “everyone just comes at me like they know me. No one knows that I was abandoned by my mom after my dad died… No one knows I survived on the streets on my own till my aunty found me and agreed to train me. No one knows that all this tough guy is a facade to hide my pains. No one knows ” he continued so pained and walked up to me.
“no one knows because no one cares… y’all just want to conclude on what you feel…no one is getting facts about any one any more…like life is not hard enough I have to deal with all the judgemental stare and yarns” he hissed and walked away.

I didn’t get to know what happened exactly at the market place or who that man was. After that day, whenever I and Emeka run into each other we act like that day didn’t happen but it did happen and that incident made me realize a lot. I judged Emeka by the pieces of him that I saw and even hated him without knowing his struggles or pains or what he had gone through. Yes maybe he messes up occasionally ahmean he wanted to ruin my sister but he was who experience made him and if instead of judging him, we had gotten to know him maybe just maybe he wouldn’t have to do all that to be happy… Maybe he would just have found happiness in us.

P. S

Assumptions has never helped anyone… There is still this act called asking you know. Sitting down there and just concluding on who a person is by what you think you understand or what people say is bull crap and we past that age you know.

I hope you enjoyed this one also please let me know what you think… I… I… I love y’all😭😭😜

Wall Of Jericho🤧

So it has been weeks and we are still on strike. I have been seriously contemplating looking for work or going to learn work. I don’t know which one to do and my parents are always shouting ‘read your books’and then we all know there is no ginger to read (in other words, I have not been reading shingbai).

Since I have not been reading, my parents have decided to bombard me with house chores. Today go to the market, tomorrow go to the market… Next tomorrow,market one would nearly mistake me for a market seller. If it is not market I am being sent to up and down, it is stream or one of the farms as if to say no matter my education, I’m still a villager at heart🤦.

Ever since I and Emeka’s incident, the both of us have been sworn enemies… It was obvious he wanted to revenge for the humiliation (as if we were not in it together) but, I warned him that if he should try anything funny, his almost naked video every group chat in UNN would receive (his boxers was even dirty and undersized). As a supposed big boy who knew I was not bluffing, he swore not to disturb me further but that didn’t make us friends… We were always insulting each other anytime our paths crossed but it never affected me Until one day.

I was going to deliver a message at a neighbor’s place o when I ran into Emeka’s friends he was not even there. They were just by the roadside calling out to any female that passed. The lady in front of me was set. She had it all in right proportion… The hips, the boob’s and the butt. When she passed she was hailed🙄 cat calls and all ‘Ada’, ‘Omalicha’, ‘Ukwulina ‘, ‘Nwanyimarama’. Then I passed 😭😭😭😭. I passed o😭 and then they started hissing and one if them called me wall of Jericho. At first I didn’t get the joke until they started singing ‘the wall of Jericho fell down FLAT… ‘ the pain in my heart 😭…it entered. O wole paaa. Wall of Jericho but why? It really entered because I knew it was true I was pained to my bone marrow.

I determined to do something about my state. That’s how I went home oo without consulting anyone including Amaka my best friend. I went home and said I would do 100squats per day starting from the evening. My sister warned me that 100 was excessive but I was too pained to hear word. I started and she watched me… I did up to 30(mind you, I did not do warm-ups o) …i was already weak too weak but because my sister was looking to say I told you so, I continued. It was when I was reaching 40, I heard that ASUU strike has been called off. In my shock, I lost balance and fell and hit my head. The last thing i remembered hearing before totally losing consciousness was my sister’s high pitched ‘I told you so! ‘… and when I was revived, Amaka had plenty of talk for me *groans.

P. S: To fellow walls of Jericho like me. Please do not kill yourself. If no body is in love with the same of you, you be in love with the shape of your-self. Is it not ordinary love biko. It is good to keep fit but don’t overdo it… If not you would just die and plenty shapeless people would come to your burial and you would feel insulted.

Thank you… I love you please leave your comments…xoxo.

Vengeance gone wrong🤧🤕

I was so pissed with what Emeka and his friends did. I felt they made a fool of me and they shouldn’t just go free. All I thought of from that moment was revenge so I met with my partner in crime my best friend and gossip partner Amaka and we plotted a good one.
Now, Amaka was a slayer unlike me. So fine and well you could call her someone that knew how to play her cards She was flirty you know all these all mouth no action flirts. So this was the plan…Amaka would get Emeka to visit her at a particular time when her parents won’t be around then seduce him and I would coincidentally stroll in with my sister(to prove to her Emeka is worthless)…my sister would catch them together and vex and run away you know that dramatic running away and I and Amaka would now balance and deal with Emeka. Perfect plan abi but you know when Devil has decided to ruin your life he would always find a way.

On the appointed day, plan was going well… We got Emeka to the house… Got my sister there at the right time before Emeka could lynch Amaka (the monkey even undressed to his boxers😂😂), my sister did the dramatic exit… She was pained but at least she knew what kind of guy Emeka was and I would console her later. Just when we thought nothing could go wrong… Amaka’s dad returned he forgot his phone at home and met us at the scene of the crime his bedroom 🙆.

He did not even wait for us to explain baba jumped to the conclusion that something else was going on because Emeka was still undressed and Amaka was not properly dressed. He blew hot and cold and chased us out with his hunting gun.  The highlight was when he seized Emeka’s clothes despite our condition we could not help but laugh and video as Emeka ran ahead of us hands on his uno almost naked.

Amaka had to come and stay at my place where she met the anger of my boiling sister. As if that was not enough, when Amaka’s dad found out we had both gone to my place…he came to cast both of us. My dad sent Amaka back home where her father was waiting with cane while he himself lashed me seriously without even hearing what actually happened… Even when I eventually got a chance to narrate what truly happened he concluded I made it up and continued lashing me.
I didn’t even get my revenge fully (I had a video of half-naked Emeka running but who e epp🤧🤧) and the price I paid for my attempt was too high it wasn’t worth it at all abet because days later my sister was still not talking to I or Amaka, I still felt the pain of the lashes and Emeka already found another young girl to prey on…na me still lose last last. 🤦🤦

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P. S

Vengeance is for God😂😎

 

Set up to set P .

Still on the strike palava. I and my younger sister, (remember I have two sisters…one elder sister who eloped with an Old Alhaji and a younger sister) were the first to come home since the strike. My sister is in year one by the way.  Subsequently other university students started returning.  Out of this returnees was Emeka. Now Emeka has been after my sister for years and is my age mate.  My sister obviously likes him too you know all this naive kind of first love but I have just been spoiling his parole… (trust my bad mouth na).

So, this fateful morning, I went alone to the market to buy foodstuffs as my sister was too busy to accompany me.  I passed a very popular short cut which was quite bushy in short very bushy and lonely. Just as I got to the middle of the path o, masked guys jumped out of the bushes around and surrounded me. At first, I didn’t even realize I was surrounded. I was trying to form Margret Thacher… running my mouth like tap until one uncle gave me slap from the back. I thought it was funny till I started seeing 🌟 🌟.  They forced me to knee down and threatened to beat fat out of my already slim body if I don’t cooperate surrender all my money and take off my clothes. Just then Emeka and his friends showfaced about ten in number and the guys took off and the sight of them. Emeka and two other guys ran after them uno just to make sure they don’t stop running.

I was overwhelmed with gratitude. Emeka helped me up, cleaned me up with his white handkerchief and offered to walk me to the end of the path. I felt really bad for spoiling his parole and in my mind O I just kept on saying “my sister needs this kind of guy”

We got to the end of the path and I feigned ignorance and threw a nonchallant thank you his way and he left. But as I walked on, something kept on nudging me to go back and say thank you very well. Only for me to go back and see the so called masked men with Emeka and his friends rejoicing. At first I was lost until one of them specifically the one that slapped me said “Emeka but if this plan work ehn and you get that girl sister na all of us go do am oo ” another one commented “Why e no go work the girl go dey think by now say this Emeka na hero eziokwu she go like and respect you die… Her permission to do her sistilo you have gotten! na all of us get o” they all laughed what even angered me the most was what Emeka said “Sure na…na use and dump levels na that girl too innocent. But omo that your slap real die”. I was so angrrrrry what was on my mind was to walk up to them and just finish all of them you know just kill them all but I was subtly reminded that I am not super girl so I went back slowly humming aje ku iya… You know the rest of the song🤧. The ram that runs with the back is returning with full force.

P. S

My revenge is in motion. It’s me that took agbara (hot early morning slap) they would not even know what hit them.

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