Lost  (Finalé)

I could swear that I heard my mum’s voice in my unconscious state, but my eyes felt so heavy and my body felt numb. I was unable to open my eyes as I just laid there without moving a muscle.

“Toke pls open your eyes oh… hay God! awọn ọta mi ti ṣe aṣeyọri (my enemies have succeeded) how can I lose my two children in one day?” My mum lamented
“Don’t worry madam she’ll be fine” a female voice said

Meanwhile; the search for my brother had commenced back at home. All efforts made to find him proved futile, my brother was nowhere to be found.

Finally, the drug administered on me wore off completely and I was able to open my eyes. I saw my mum talking to a lady in white at the door, I could conclude by her looks that she was the doctor.
“Where’s Ade?” I said, opening my eyes slowly
“Oh Jesus thank you! Toke you are alive” my mum said, I noticed the eye bags beneath her eyes. It was obvious she hadn’t slept in days, I became worried.
“They’re still looking for your brother, I’m sure they’ll find him” my mum said with a convincing smile
The lady in white walked up to me and did the necessary checkup and concluded that I was fit to go back home giving my mum strict instructions that I had enough rest and shouldn’t be put in any stressful condition.

Weeks passed still no sign of Ade, I missed him so much and mum did too. Life was never the same and in some way, I blamed myself for everything that happened, I should have warned Ade about the looming danger but I didn’t. I prayed day and night that my brother would one day come back home but it seemed the heavens were shut on me.

“Ade my guy! You have done well!” Chief said
“Thank you very much Chief, I hope to do more business with you in future” Ade said with a wicked smile across his face

My nightmares had resumed in full force again and I saw Ade dressed in black and in the midst of dangerously armed men. What shocked me more was Ade seemed like their leader because they were paying homage to him. I woke up scared and confused and I told mum about it, as usual she took it up the best way she knew how to…Prayers.

“Femi, I need to go back home. My mum and sister would be worried, I’m even sure they think I’m dead” Ade said
“Guy, shey you hear wetin baba tell us? If you no hear make I rephrase am for you. Baba say, if you wan succeed for this drug business wey we do, we have to cut of our family members because the day we set our eyes on any of them, that day our jazz would fade and we’ll die” Femi said with a sigh
“I remember all that baba said that night. I just wish things were different” Ade said as he stood up with Femi to prepare for their next mission.
Side Note; You have to read my last post here to understand this post ❤

P.S: I’m not a Yoruba girl, my yoruba friend and Google came to my rescue.

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LOST

“Ade!! Ade!!” I screamed 

Running frantically trying to catch up with the shadow ahead of me, I could swear that was Ade right in front of me. But why was he running??
I couldn’t stop running, I was panting heavily… I tried to keep up but he was faster…
“Toke, wake up!” My mum shook me vigorously
“You’re having nightmares again” She said
Rubbing my eyes, still trying to understand what that dream meant
“This was different mum” I said
“We need to see Pastor Femi this time, all these nightmares has to stop” my mum said with a stern look on her face
“I’ll be fine ma” I said, looking at the wall clock, it was just 2am in the morning.
I have been having nightmares ever since I almost got kidnapped on my way back from the market, I had gone there to get some groceries from my mum when a group of guys stopped me to ask for direction to the post office, they weren’t familiar with the area so I had to guide them which was stupid of me but thank God at that time, I bumped into my friend Osaretin who insisted I join her to the market. That was when i noticed these guys had ulterior motives because they suddenly said they weren’t going again to the post office, thanked me and walked away hurriedly. Kidnapping was rampant at that time and i heard different stories of how alot of people were being taken as hostages.

“Your daughter has a spiritual problem” Pastor Femi said
My mother had finally succeeded in dragging me along with her to a church I didn’t vibe with at all, but she’s my mum what could I possibly do??
I rolled my eyes after he said this, I knew there was nothing wrong with me. It was just fear that beclouded my thoughts and dreams.
“Yeee! Pastor ṣãnu fun mi (have mercy on me) she’s my only daughter and the Apple of my eyes” my mum said with tears streaming down her face
I tried so hard not to laugh because this was a freak show to me
“Do not cry ma, there’s nothing God cannot do. We’ll have to embark on a 7days fasting from 6am-3pm, we’ll break together here in church” He said
While he prayed, I had already decided that I wasn’t going to fast or pray either.

“Ade! Ade!, where has this boy gone to again? He never stays at home” my mum said sitting down on the only living couch we had at home

Ade, is my senior brother. Who rounded up his service 2years ago but couldn’t secure a job and so he resorted to drinking and gambling, he practically became useless. We barely talked much but whenever we did, it was an entirely different feeling. He was clearly the only one who understood me after my dad passed on, one thing i failed at was stopping my brother’s drinking habit.

“Toke, I hope you heard all that the pastor said? We’ll start the fasting tomorrow” my mum said as she brought out the prayer book Pastor Femi gave her, the title of the book was “WAR AGAINST NIGHTMARE PRINCIPALITIES”
I was clearly going into the battlefield without an armor or sword, I giggled at the thought of this
“What is funny? I hope you’re not taking this matter lightly because you must be delivered from whatever spirit that is disturbing you Oni dojuti mi (don’t put me in shame)” she said looking at me like I was possessed
“Ok ma” was all I said as I went into my room to ponder on the dream I had about my brother earlier

Shortly as I closed my eyes, trying to get a little sleep, I heard my mum’s voice in the palor I couldn’t really hear her but she kept saying “Where? When? Egba mi O (Help me)”
I ran to the palor, and met my brother’s friend Femi with my mum who was now crying profusely
“What happened?” I asked Femi
“It’s your brother Ade, we were all together playing draft when he told us that he wanted to use the restroom. We didn’t see him after some mins and decided to go and check, only for us to see his clothings right in front of the rest room. We searched and searched but we couldn’t find Ade” Femi said
I didn’t even hear the last statement before I fainted.

Broken Dreams

“My name is David Jacobs, I am from a family of 5, the first son and child of my parents. I am from Anambra state, My hobbies are…” 

Pens up! Came the teacher’s voice. Staring at my exam sheet before me, I knew I had failed this particular exam, this was supposed to be an Essay about the economy of my Country but here I was describing myself and telling stories about my family. I couldn’t be blamed, a lot had happened to me over the years and I allowed these issues affect my studies, already wasted my years in school trying to get a BSC in Marketing but I kept failing, all my mates had already gotten theirs and were far ahead of me. Lecturers already gave up on me and even some of my course mates advised me to just quit and go into business.

“David! David!” my sister Ada called out with her tiny voice.

“Mama is calling you oh” she said

Ada was my only sister, I lost my other siblings through a strange sickness, this sickness affected each one of us but I and my sister pulled through, my other siblings weren’t so lucky. Few years later, I lost my dad and my mum was left to cater for our needs. Ada and my mum were very precious to me, so I worked hard in secondary school and was at the top of the class the whole time. I got an admission into the university and did small jobs by the side so I could send some money home for my mum and Ada who was now in secondary school and about to write her final exams. 

Things were going well for me and I got good feedbacks from my mum about Ada, and I prayed earnestly to God that he keeps me long enough so I’ll be able to cater for my family.

My third year in school was the beginning of my travails, I got a message from my mum telling me to come home, stating that it has been a while she saw me. I obliged to her request and travelled home, on getting there I saw my sister, Ada with a swollen tummy and a man old enough to be her father by her side which I later got to discover that he was her class teacher in secondary school. I wept and refused to eat, this case to me was like I have been pouring water into a basket, Ada meant so much to me and I had great plans for her but seeing her in that state shattered me. 

I left few days later with a broken heart, I couldn’t concentrate any longer on my studies and even lost the small job I was doing because of my nonchalant attitude.  I lost friends because I would pour my aggression on them and never apologize, my life was a mess, I felt there was no need struggling to be great since the people or rather the person I suffered for has decided to choose her own path.

Staring at the blank paper before me, I knew that if I didn’t pass this exam, I was going to be rusticated from school. 

“Nooooooooooooooo” I shouted

“David! David! What is the matter?” My sister Ada said with her tiny voice.

Opening my eyes, that was when I realized I had been dreaming the whole time. 

HAPPY NEVER AFTER

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My world seemed like it was spinning, I could hear the thumping of my heart….tongue tied and confused with the receiver still in my hand.
“Hello? Hello? Miss Amanda are you still there?” the voice at the other end said
“Ye….ss” I muttered, choking on the tears that was trying to force itself out
“Please we need you to come to the station and identify the body of your fiancee”

Jide and I met during our secondary school days, although he was my senior and ahead of me with a class. We got started on a wrong foot after I stood up to him for punishing my best friend Zainab unjustly, he resented me from that day and tried to make me miserable but it was a failed attempt. After, he graduated… I was elated that my worst nightmare had come to an end, little did I know that fate has a way of bringing two sworn enemies together. We bumped into each other in the university while on my way to lectures.
“Look who we have here” he said with that sarcastic tone in his voice I detested so much
He had become so handsome over the years, I couldn’t help but stare and lust…….this was the beginning of our journey.
Jide hardly gave me breathing space, he would always wait for me after every lecture and taunt me till I got to my hostel….he clearly enjoyed seeing me frustrated. Gradually with time, feelings set in and our relationship was envied by close friends and associates on the campus.  We planned that as soon we both graduate and serve, we would get married, this was our plan until a week to our marriage, I got a call from a nearby police station informing me that there was an accident and everyone lost their life including Jide. The worst part was that the two cars that clashed got engulfed in fire at the same time, the victims were burnt but according to the informant, Jide’s body wasn’t burnt beyond recognition, so I was called to come and identify the body before they take it to the mortuary.
Body trembling… I felt sore, I didn’t feel like traveling  so I got a cab to take me to the police station. On getting there, I demanded to see Jide’s body, his corpse was unraveled but it wasn’t Jide….

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Dead Secret

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PHOTO CREDIT: Kiran Kumar

“You’ll never raise a bastard in my house, go and look for  it’s father,” my father said.
“You are a disgrace! How do I face my fellow women?” my mum sobbed.

Staring into space, not a single tear drop, eyes fixed at my parents, a hoarse laughter erupted from my lips. My parents looked at me, shocked. But I couldn’t care less of what was on their minds.

My baby bump was slowly rising, clothes became tighter. The stares I received from friends and relatives became hostile as the days went by. I still didn’t care. Moroever I was the one who knew the real truth about my pregnancy.

“Babe, you need to tell me the truth, how did you get pregnant all of a sudden?” My only friend asked.
I stared at her like she was the one responsible for my pregnancy but she didn’t flinch. She gave me that look of ‘I’m not going anywhere till you tell me the truth.’

Nightmares were my only companions at night. I grew pale gradually yet my parents paid no attention to me, I couldn’t blame them. I had hurt them in so many ways. I clearly understood their anger.

With the last strength in me, I pushed my baby girl into this world She was so beautiful but looked so fragile, the doctor gave me my baby after cleaning her up. Weakly I whispered to her, “your father is your grandfather,” and took my last breathe.

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Thanks to Jay Jay for helping me with the pictures and also editing this post, I’m grateful. He’s also a great writer as well, click on his name and view his blog 😘

The STRAY Child

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“Mummy please stay with me….I need you in my life, I’m not ready to be an orphan” I said amidst sobs
“Do not worry my child, I’ll never leave you….whenever you want to speak with me search deep within you….and you will find me” she said with a smile on her face as she drew her last breath….

It’s been three years since I lost my mum, I barely had vivid memories of my dad. My mum told me he died after I turned 3years…..

Standing at the roadside with my “clique” it’s another night and money has to be made. I do not lack money or good clothes but my greedy spirit is at work….I desire more…..

Smirking my lips at the bundle of money in my hand, this would go along way….looking up at my customer…I saw thirst still in his eyes, but we had an agreement…1hr and nothing more!

What is Aids? I barely knew what that was….and I didn’t bother to find out about it. I was healthy since I rarely fell ill…

Reminiscing….while in this sick bed, looking up at heaven, knowing I should have talked to mum before taking any decision in my life.
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My KEKE Encounter

“Corper Ebee ka ị na-aga?” (where are you going?) the keke guy asked me
Twitching my face, I gave him this “I don’t understand Igbo”
(You know, serving in an igbo land can be very funny sometimes, they all expect you to understand the language)
“Where you dey go?” He asked again noticing the expression on my face
“I dey go NOWAS, but I no get change oh”
“How much you get?”
“I get 1000naira”
“No worry, enter I get change na just 200 naira you go pay”
I was okay with the amount so I got in…
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“Corper e be like say you no understand our language” he said amidst laughter
“No I don’t” I really wasn’t ready to start a conversation
“Make you learn before you comot oh”
I didn’t say anything, just nodded my head.
We finally got to my destination, I quickly brought out the 1000naira note, that was when I noticed the keke driver checking his pocket and the pigeon hole….he obviously didn’t have change, this ensued for about 3minutes before i said
“Oga, give me the change please, I’m already late”
“But I been get change na, where this change con enter” he was talking to himself
I just stood there with the 1000naira note in my hand looking at him, I was trying so hard not to get upset.
“Corper biko I no get change abeg buy something, so you go fit get change”
“But you told me you had change” I said with a harsh tone
“Abeg no vex”
This guy didn’t understand that this was my last card and buying any item was not in my agenda. I walked away with the keke driver following, I stopped at a shop to buy a drink, but the sales girl didn’t have change giving me the “I just dey open shop” reply. The other stores were closed, I looked at the keke driver and told him I had tried, there was nothing else I could do.
Time was going….my change wasn’t forthcoming, the keke driver was still busy ransacking his keke like it was one evil spirit that stole the money. I was already late for my CDS and the keke guy instead of asking for change from his fellow keke drivers he just stood there staring into space, I was already upset.
“Corper, sorry say I don waste your time, no worry about the change again make you dey go. Infact make I drop you for the local government where your CDS dey hold”
My face lightened up….I quickly got in and less than 30mins, I got to my destination without paying. I thanked the guy and forgot all about my anger immediately.

I know most of you reading this would be wondering why I didn’t walk away when my change wasn’t forthcoming, reason is I had respect for the keke driver because he looked old and besides home training won’t allow me to walk out and again I was actually scared that he was going to create a scene. But all things worked together for my own good, I even got to my CDS venue and they were about to start, so I didn’t miss anything *yaaayy*
I know keke drivers could be so annoying atimes but it would look somehow arguing with a keke man because of change..
This was my own Keke encounter what’s yours??

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