We lived in the River Niger area along the Creeks of Delta-State of Nigeria; there lies vast Rivers for fishermen to fish and wild forest where wild animals inhabit.
It was in such paths, a certain hunter called Peter Igbunu went for hunting in one of these thick forests at one particular night just as hunters from our Countryside usually do. On his usual path inside the wide forest he saw a certain shadow that looked like an antelope that ran across his front from one tree to another. He conked his gun and adjusted his torchlight on his forehead. And he was advancing closer to the particular tree the antelope ran to and on getting there he looked round the tree he did not found any antelope and he continued to look round other trees around that spot also thinking that maybe it was just a mere mirage but to his greatest surprises, a certain big female antelope pounced on him from the back and he fell backward with the gun on his hands, his hunter’s bag he tied across his shoulders and his cutlass sheath tied on the other side fell off from violently.
On his sub-consciousness he found out that his penis had risen out of his trousers and it had already been inserted inside the vagina of the female antelope that was already making love to him; sat on his top, grabbed his hands on the ground fucking him serious hot banging. As the story was related the hot sex lashing gained him his consciousness but as he tried to raise his eyes and find out what was really happening to him, he saw a very fair beautiful young woman with a long hair wearing the skin of an antelope with bouncing breasts uncovered, crying and violently fucking him in sub consciousness and immediately as she sighted his eyes opened she slapped him on the face and spat on him, raised him up him angrily. She went and picked the gun from where it fell off from the man’s hand and gave it to the man to shoot her dead. The man was like saying in his mind that “if you want me to shoot you dead why did you have to fuck me the way I have never been fucked before in my entire life, you little witch!”
At the time she got up from the man to pick up the gun for the man, the man had noticed something like a tinning black thread amulet tied round her waist through his flashed light; there were stories of black charms in form of black threads capable of turning people into lions and other types of wild forest animal once they walked across them in thresh road for whatever nefarious activities they intended, and once they were through they usually crossed it back and turn to normal human beings. And I believe it must be one of those charms the woman used into an antelope. And as she got closer to give the man his gun the man grabbed hold on her hand and drew her on his body and cut off the thread and folded it in his pocket and took his gun away from her and attempted to walk away from her but she broke down grabbed the man on his kneel and started crying and begging the man to give him back the black thread that she will bless the hunter with whatever thing he asked for from her that without it she can never turned back to an antelope.
The man winked his left eye and smiled, “yes I have gotten your weakness” said in his mind “Who told you will ever turn back to an antelope, from this moment you must follow me home and become my wife or I will kill you myself, you witch.” You are a human being and you can never be an animal, in fact as from this moment you are my wife and you will never, never turned an antelope again and that is final”. And she broke down and started crying and sobbing. The hunter felt weak towards her, he used his left hand to arrange her fallen hair from her face back on her head and wiped off her tears and helped her arranged her skinned antelope leather wear for her. She frowned and raised up her head, looked into the hunter’s eyes determinedly unshaken towards his resolutions and she rested her beaten chest and head on the hunter’s lap and she remained silent for a while, tears dripped from her eyes, She wiped off tears from her eyes with her center finger, she sneezed, “and you must not revealed my identity to no one till death do us apart” she said faintly. “It is alright my little witch”, said the hunter.
CHAPTER 10
The Instinct
The man started calling the female antelope Angela; my God’s sent. She used to give the man advised how to carry his daily activities, how to relate with both leaders and others in the community and most importantly, he stopped the man completely from hunting. Among the things the man should not do at no circumstances are; he should not kill neither eat an antelope. She asked the man to go to the companies around the community and look for a supply jobs. Two companies gave the man go ahead to bring food items for offshore crews and a third company asked him to bring sharp sands and granites. She sent the man to meet one particular chief called Okpobrise, who after drinking his usual Ogogoro (native whisky) he sit on top of his story building and he will be laughing at poor people; “see, see these lazy he goats, their father was lazy, their grand, grand fathers were lazy and the whole of their genealogies are all lazy monkeys. They are not mongo parks and they can never be mongo parks, the greatest adventurer of all time; who discovered the great river Niger, he died at busa; the mouth of the River Niger”. He will always cursing people, talking, talking as if he knew when people’s grand, grand fathers were born and he does not used to help anybody he enjoyed his money with his children and plenty wives alone. But surprisingly, on meeting the high chief, he received him with warm hands. The chief started heaping commendations and praises on him that since he married that his foreign wife he had started behaving normal and that he had stopped killing all the remaining antelopes his grand, grand fathers and his father killed remain. The man cuts in, “high chief, that is not exactly why am here”, “that is my son, so, speak on am hearing”, said the chief. “On the advise of my wife I have stopped hunting for antelopes like my fathers just as you have said it all; but nevertheless, there are some of these supplies I have already secured down with the help of the recommended letter I got from Okpako-Orede 1, ( paramount chief) with one or two of these companies around you can see the ‘Local Purchasing Order’ yourself” he presented the LPO to the chief and so surprisingly without much words and hesitations, the chief called his senior wife to bring his check book and he gave the man a check of one million naira and told him not to bother about the time to return the money that whenever time he is done with his business he can return the money without interest. “Chief I do not know how to thank you enough; you have done a great uplift for me and my family, God only will be your compensator chief, thank you chief, I must go now and start the arrangement for the shipments chief, “no problem my son, we thank God for his mercy just say my regards to your wife”. And the man left.
Such kind gesture was something rare to have come from the chief because the chief was somebody known to be notorious for his oppression of the poor people in the community; the best he can is to flaunt his affluence around, spat on people’s face and mock at people.
The man having done some successful trips he returned the money in company of his wife with a bottle of a Paris wine and a big he goat for the chief in appreciation of the favor had done for him and his family as custom requires; one must always show appreciations for favors no matter how small it is so that the spirit of favor may not slam curse on the favor so that it may not turned bad for the beneficiary.
The man later became a successful business man, having interest in shipping and Real Estate home and abroad. Every piece of advice given to the man by the female antelope always turned successful .The man later became a prominent chief in the elder’s council. The man always called his wife Angela; ‘my God’s sent’.
The man had a wayward Son from his late wife as only child; the female antelope did not bear him any child. At one particular time the man called his wayward son who had refused to settle down and tell him about the wisdom of a certain female antelope but he refused to tell him who was the person in question, and he should go to that forest to get a piece of wisdom the female antelope in that forest before he could will him his inheritance.
The wayward son went and start shooting every antelope he saw at the wildest forest of the town and bringing them to his father. The man was mad at his son; “let me warn you for the last time young man, when next time you bring any antelope to this my building you will not only seized to be my son but I shall kill you myself just as the way you killed these antelopes, take these things out of my house before I change my mind on you, you fool!”
The young man tried subsequently but failed to deliver on his father’s instruction. After a while the man fell sick and he requested to be taken out of hospital and returned back to his house. While relaxing his head on the lap of his wife in his inner bedroom, he sent for his Son. ”You must not in any reason dispute anything concerning my assets or anything whatever with your stepmother; Angela, do you understand?”
Son: Dad but why, are you dying?
Father: you can take your leave now son.
The man turned and fixed his hand inside the vagina of his wife, it was feeling warm and he demand once; “ promised me you take care of my Son and protect him just as you had done to me my goddess”, he turned his hand inside and as the woman turned her bottom to feel the orgasm he breath off. He could not wait for the woman’s answer to his demands before he died as that seemed to be his final strength when he was on earth here.
The man was embalmed into a mortuary for a period of three months while his burial arrangement was being put in place to be buried as a great man by the entire community.
The bereaved woman usually slept in the man’s bedroom. Every night when the woman is asleep she will be feeling the warmness of the dead man’s hand inside her cunt (genital part), at one point she started turning into a female antelope and be making love with the wayward son in dreams. And at a point the wayward Son said to himself, no, I can no longer take this; he sneaked in gently into his father’s room which the woman was sleeping and fixed hand direct inside the woman’s private part in exact manner his late father did; like father like son of a though his was in a typical manner of a wayward child. The woman that had already wetted before felt the hand just as his father did it. The woman rose and grabbed hold of the boy’s pajamas; “how dare you come into my room and make attempt to rape me Brozie?” She fumed! Brozie fidgeted; “please let me explain, please, please, I’m very sorry, Step mother;” explain what, that you did not sneak into my room, nor lay your hand on my body or you did not attempt to rape me? That means it had been in your mind even before your father died to be sleeping with me, what an abomination, wonder shall never end! First thing tomorrow morning I’m going to report you to the council of chiefs because I cannot be here and there preparing for a funeral while all you will be scheming day and night is how to sneak into my room and rape me; she blackmailed.
Brozie; “no, no please aunty, please, am sorry it is not the way you think”; he broke into tears.”Am not as bad as the way you and Daddy take me to be”; he sobbed. “I know father told me not to have any dispute with you and I cannot understand why immediately after he had died I started seeing a female antelope always coming to make love with me every night in my dreams and it is this same female antelope my father sent me to look for in the forest for a piece of wisdom that caused both of us almost irreconcilable differences and why is it that when he had died that I started seeing it and just to caused dispute between you and I again, he queried and bust into tears and started sobbing again helplessly. The woman felt weak for him base on his remorsefulness or maybe it was just a sham by the woman just to test the young man’s true love for her; women you cannot really trust them, they might be the architect behind the whole T.V Reality Shows we used to see in our homes just to get at what they want, and we cannot really tell what they want maybe confirmation of true love, faithfulness, trust and what have you, who knows. She extended her hands towards Brozie and rested his face upon her breasts, he felt mother’s love and protection again in life as he continued wetting the woman’s breast with tears dripping from his eyes.
“It is ok, it is enough, I have forgiven you my husband, and she raised his head from her breast and sucked his wetted leaps with tears tasting like salty water. By mere mentioning Brozie as “my husband” and kissing his leaps, that long thing that did not need an ear to hear and ayes to see before answering had already responded from its initial shrunk and the woman grabbed hold of the warm long strong thing and slot it inside her warm cunt; Brozie did not need any sorcerer or any female antelope in any wild forest for any piece of wisdom to be told of what his long thing is screwing inside the deep forest inside his late father’s wife; they make a warm and soft love and slept curled round each other like husband and wife on his late father’s bed.
Within the intervals of the three months preparation for the funeral ceremony the woman had conceived a pregnancy for Brozie; at least Brozie had been able to score a crucial goal his late father could not score for so many years. The woman started advising Brozie how to go about things the exact manner she used to advise his father. Things started flowing well for Brozie. Even the funeral commence, Brozie had already taken over his father’s companies, and had started looking into all the inventories and balancing the account books of his father’s companies, working side by side with the woman as they ran here and there for the funeral preparations.
The great man was finally buried in the deepest sheol for all mankind along his ancestors. The long week’s funeral had come and gone and life goes on for Angela and Brozie; the livings.
CHAPTER 11
The Will:
The man’s will was read; “On this day of ******** I Chief Peter Igbunu Igbogri 1of Eniwotor land hereby willed my darling wife Angela Igbunu Igbogri as the rightful executioner of both my company; Igbogri Goup Ltd, Igbogiri Real Estate Investment Ltd home and abroad; and all other personal properties belonging to me shall be shared between my only son, Oghenebrozie Igbunu Igbogri and my wife Angela Igbunu Igbogri 50% each. Cash money in my private accounts and proceeds from my companies should be used to set up wild animal reserves and a foundation for the protection of the right for wild life in my name and jointly managed by my wife, Angela Igbunu Ikpogiri and my son Oghenebrozie Igbunu Ikpogiri .This will was written and signed by me, I Chief Peter Igbunu Igbogri 1of Eniwotor land, under a sound and healthy mind; so, Every segment of this will must be respected and be executed as stated by me.”
Among the things shared for both of them by the family elders as part of the funeral rites was the dead man’s wife for his only son; unknowingly to the elders the woman and her step son had secretly done theirs with a child inclusive. What the elders only did was just a formal proclamation as African tradition required.
The woman gave birth to a bouncing baby boy and both live together lovely as a married couple.
The piece of wisdom Son could not found in the wildest forest that was later found in the deepest forest inside the body of his late father’s wife had finally brought double blessings of both child and wealth for Brozie.
CHAPTER ONE
A Chant To You Oh My Beautiful African Woman !!!
A Chant to you oh my beautiful African woman; you are so beautiful oh you my beautiful African treasure adara !!!
You come to this world under the tropical Africa shinning sun!
You can always flourish no matter how the sun shines!!
It is not a mistake that you are from the black race of tropical Africa; it is a unique privileged that you come black and remained the wonders of the world !!!
You are my African woman, my beautiful African treasure, you are so beautiful, and so beautiful !!!
Viva, viva African woman Adara! Adara!! Adara!!!
Erin ayo mi (my joyful laughter)
Ara mi oh (my wanders)
The dinosaur; Ejanla ninu okun (the great creature of the sea)
(Okin Obaeiye) the most beautiful bird in the heavens
Irawon, irawon mi oh! (my stars, my stars)
Iya ilu mi oh! (mother of my community)
Ifokan bale mi oh! (my rest of mind)
Oshumare wa oh! (our rainbow)
Okuta nla! (the big rock)
Moremi, Obirin Ogun (the woman of war)
Obirin takun, takun
Ijile ife
Omi aye mi oh (my water)
Iya ayo mi oh! (mother of my joy)
Iyawo mi oh!! Iyawo mi o!!! (My wife, my wife)
I am the Africa hunter; the king of the African forest.
I am the one who can walk in the dead hours of the night in the thickest African forest without challenge from any forest beast.
My brevity lies in the cartridge in my gun.
My survival lies in my shooting skills.
My gun lies in my hands.
My vision lies in my hunter’s torch-light.
Three gun salute for the Africa hunter; gboza, gboza, gboza …
What else is braver than the African hunter?
The African hunter hunts antelopes in the Africa forest with gun pounders and local cartridges; but you my African woman hunts the African hunter who holds a gun with a bare hands and defeats him with the power of your love…
Oh! What an African woman !!
Your beauty is an African woman lies in your morals and your energy!!!
Energy, energy, energy, energy, energy, energy, energy, energy, energy, energy, energy …
Oh! What an energetic African woman you are!!
I adore you forevermore just as an African priest adores his African shrine !!!
A seven gun salute to you my African woman; gboza, gboza, gboza, gboza, gboza, gboza, gboza …
Viva Africa ! viva Africa !! viva African woman !!!
Viva Africa, Africa majovo…
Africa, Africa, African people let’s unite…
Viva Africa, Africa majovo and let’s speak in one voice…
Viva Africa majovo and let’s live in peace.
Africa, Africa, Africa you are my wonderlamd and you my African woman you are my treasure and you are so beautiful…
Culled from the book 'My Beautiful Africa' By Fame Agidife.
CHAPTER 3
A Tribute To My Mother Rososalina !
My dearest Rososalina,
It has become so inevitable on me upon the oath of my birth to make this day which I feel it is a bit modest as a tribute on your name Rososalina which is the only way you would have given your approval to honour you and Mother Africa across all shores of the Pacific and the Atlantic Ocean around the World.
Oh my dearest mother Rososalina, less I forget, I find it imperative to let you know that I have make a requested for the assistance of two my great friends centripetal and centrifugal Coast Wind And West to join me on course of spreading your legacy mother Rososalina and Mother Africa and I know you still remember them.
O black woman of Africa, o woman of Africa, o my mother, I have been thinking of you o my mother!!!
Dear Rosalina, Rosalina, Rosalina, Rosalina, a a a …
I felt you when I was just still an embryo in thy womb but I miss you when I was caught up in the middle of the wave…
Dear Rosalina, Rosalina, Rosalina, Rosalina, a a a …
I felt your warmth love when my lips were still suckling thy breast milk but I miss you when I was on the bedrock of the sea…
O my dearest Rosalina, Rosalina, Rosalina, Rosalina, ahh ha ha ha …
O Rosalina, O my mother, you who bore me upon your back…
You who gave me my first suckle, you who watched over my first faltering steps, you who were the first to open my eyes to the wanders of the earth…
My dearest Rosalina, Rosalina, Rosalina, Rososalina, ah ah ah haha …
I have been thinking of you, thinking of you oh my mother, my dearest Rososalina, oh Rososalina, oh you woman of the Creeks of Africa, oh you mother Africa my wonder land…
Yeah, my great mother, great woman of the fields, woman of the great rivers of Africa, woman of the great river banks of Africa, oh you my mother…
I have been thinking of you, oh you my mother, my dearest Rososalina, oh Rososalina, Rosalina, ahh ha ha ha…
I miss you when I was in the enemy’s camp…
Oh my mother, my dearest Rosalina, o Rosalina, Rosalina, ahh ha ha ha…
Oh my mother, oh you woman of great simplicity, oh you woman of great resignation, oh you woman of great faith, oh you woman of great virtue, oh you woman of great sacred secret treasure…
Oh you my mother, I have been thinking of you, thinking of you oh you my mother, my dearest Rososalina!!!
Oh ye my mother, oh ye my mother Rososalina, ye who dried my tears, ye who filled my heart with laughter, ye who patiently bore with all my many moods, how I love to be beside ye once again to be a little child beside ye, oh ye my mother…
I have been thinking of you oh mother…
My dearest Rososalina, Rososalina, Rososalina, ahh ha ha ha …
O ye black mother of Africa, great woman of Africa, o ye woman of the great river banks of Africa, I saw ye fetching waters at the river banks of the great river Niger of Africa in the wee hours of the morning under the coastal dews of the river Niger; the Largest river of AFRICA oh MOTHER AFRICA…
Oh mother of great attributes, Hardworking woman from the of Africa, virtuoso’s woman of great faith, oh ye woman of great fortitude, oh ye woman of great virtue, oh ye woman of great sacred secret treasure…
Oh mother, let me thank ye; thank ye mother for all that you have done for me,
Yours son,
Whom though so far away but still close to you, thank you mother…
CHAPTER 5
The AFRICAN WIDOW
I am the African old widow full of wisdom and craftiness.
The un-mannered African child called me ‘the old witch’ while the wise African child called me ‘the old African widow.
The only language I understand is ‘doh’.
The only messages I understand are; love, hate, blessing and curse.
My livelihood lies in the small portion of my yam farm at the back of my hut …
I expect my African salute such as ‘doh’ or ‘noh’ or eku- she or sondai aki ma to soothe my nerves from the stress of the day work after the stressful day work under the hotfultropical African sun with fire wood on my head coming back from my farmyard,.
The young boy or woman that salute me ‘doh’ ma; I bless with good-luck.
The one that hisses at me and call me old witch; I curse with evil-luck.
I am the African Widow; I am the African old witch; I am an old woman, I am from this very land of Africa, I am an African and I have been here before you were born.
Doh !!!
CHAPTER 5
THE AFRICAN MAIDEN
I like uncle Jerald; he is a cool, calm and intelligent teacher and he is popular maybe because he is a Mathematics teacher.
I like to see him every day.
I like his voice and the way he used to pet my name ‘Eloho as Elosco’, he is the only one that called me Elosco’, even my daddy and my mummy don’t even called my name that way they shout my name ‘Eloho oh!’
Whenever I am coming back from school, I always like to greet uncle Jerald; “uncle Fame migwo” and immediately he hears my voice he doesn’t need to be told who the Miss is before answering and he answers straight away from inside his room ‘ vredo oh Eloho’ how are you and school today? He will then come out from his room and ask me about my activity for the day like how many subjects we were taught that day and so on……
Whenever I want to go and fetch water from the tap; I always like to pass his place. As usual, I do tie a short wrapper around my waist with my tummy and legs exposed and another piece of clothe on top of my breast round my chest as a true African maid who is aware and proud of her natural body and display them through her seductive walk. When passing by I will still greet him and still try as much as possible to make sure he comes out either through his door or he looks at me through his window at least just to pass a few comments on my vivacious body. I adore him so much that I can even greet him up to hundred times in a day without even getting bored.
He sometimes does volunteer to teach me mathematics which was my most difficult subject. Even though he was not our mathematics’ teacher he was still good at it. I always like to spend time with him to keep me company and I got so used to him so much that I can even spend the entire day with him without being bothered, anytime spent outside his company is like a hundred years spent outside my home.
The Fantasy Of An African Maiden
On one Good Friday, as usual I close from school earlier than any other person. Once he finishes his subjects he goes home to do his writing works, prepares his lesson note for the next classes and also to have his rest because he likes sleeping a lot. That day as I was coming back from school I knocked on his door as usual and I entered the house, I greeted him; “uncle Jerald migwo”, he answered; “vredo, how is school?” I said; “fine”, that day he was not writing as he usually do, I asked him why is he is not writing today, or is it because he was not feeling fine; he said he is ok, he’s just taking a rest. I felt his temperature and realized it was normal then I asked him to help me solve the formula for the mathematics’ assignment we were given by our math’s teacher in class and he said let him see the math first whether he knew the formula which I quickly did and we solve the formula together and he did two for me and ask me to do the rest three by myself at home. And he further taught me the philosophy on the principles of ‘the error in the human mind’.
It is not laziness but Greed which is the greatest evil of all; the excessive immaterialism of the fleshly desire of the human mind?
Evil, then what next, is it not death?
Righteousness, then what next, you see God.
I sinned against man and I ran away and I was freed; but I sinned against myself and I could not run away from my own conscience and I was not freed.
Man and conscience which is thy greater judge is it not thy conscience?
At the dying point, is it not the evil ones that cogitate of where next could be their possible journey either to the world of the wise, the world of the fools, to God or the so much talk about religious hell fire where ghosts are being burnt with sulfur and fire while the righteous died at peace in their God?
When a man dies he goes to the un-imaginary oblivion of the human mind but the livings remain within the estate of the human realm.
The ancient Greek philosophers believe that there are five classes of people in human existence:
(1) He who knows and he know he knows and he who does not want to know they said he is an arrogant fellow.
(2) He who does not know and truly he does not really know and he is willing to know they said teach him he will know.
(3)He who knows but does not know he knows they said wakes him up he is asleep.
(4) He who believes he knows but he does not know anything and he is not willing to know they said leaves him and let him go he is a fool.
(5) He who knows and he knows he knows but he behaves as if he knows nothing and always willing to know they said he is a wise person.
After that evening special philosophical lecture I was dumbfounded with his wealth of his knowledge but I got to go because it was already going dusk on the evening hours and I tried to get up and arrange my books inside my bag, I felt his hands suddenly grabbed my ribs and pulled me down on his laps, he laid his upon my breast, I tried to remove his hands, his hands were already warmly griped on my breast and mine were just loosely on top of his on hands as if that is what I have been dying to get from my beloved gem as a first timer. I looked at him in the eyes his eyes had already looked so sexually weakened and he looked at mine back at least to feel my reactions but I was so weak to resist him, I have long over waited for this moment to come to feel the body of the man I love most in the world but my problem with him all this while is that he was too slow to seize his opportunities on me, I have no other choice but to squeeze my body as I was already chilled up. He tucked his hands under my school uniform and slipped his hands inside my bra and packed out my breast, I can still see my dark nipples and my yellowish breast in his mouth and his hands still grabbing and twisting my breast.
The mood and the ecstasy of woman orgasm had finally erupted in my body chemistries as a woman and that first time was significant to my entire life. At least that being the first time to shamelessly display the pride of my woman-hood before a grown up man with a lot of experience that followed. He tried to slot in his man-hood inside my vulva but being the first time it wasn’t penetrating so easilly, but he was a bit more experienced and he got up to bring Vaseline lubricant and rub it on his cap and slot it in gently, finally the seal had been broken and I felt a pain. He raised the cap up a bit and he returned it slowly up and down, feeling the shape of the cap inside my vagina, my heart wanted more of the action but base on his reputation as a very decent man my lips pretended not to say the obvious and I did not have the guts to tell him to stop because I did not Know whether if I should quietly shout stop, stop, stop or yes, yes and yes as that might as well discouraged him, so, my mix-feelings got me more confused just like every other woman who has a mountainous task of always trying not to displeased a highly esteemed hubby but the sweet feelings and the orgasm that had erupted in my brain from his banana size shaped dick erupting inside my vulva was something that took me out of this world. I was just breathing ceaselessly, asssh, asssh, asssh and stretching my body like a helpless mad woman. At the end of the action packed movie; he picked up a tissue paper and he was helping me to cleaned up the mess from my body while I was laying on top of the bed tiredly looking tattered, he found out that there was a stain of blood on my vaginal, and after cleaning it up, he neatly arranged tissue paper inside to dried it up and possibly to avoid its visibility on both my skirt and my legs… He told me that I should count myself lucky for the fact that I gave my virginity which is the pride of my woman hood to a man I truly love; “Eloho, today you have proven a major test of your love to me that it knows known bound, today is a big day in your life, just as it is always a time for a every woman to experience what it takes to be a woman for the first time in every woman’s life; but Some women were not lucky enough to have shared that turning point with the man they truly feel as the ‘joy of their heart’. Some lost it all violently to ‘men of rape’, some were forced to loose it to men they have no iota feeling of love for due to financial reasons, some, ‘the true love’ they genuinely desire to share that love fantasy with does not come their way and they were left with no other options of life but to settle for anyone that comes their way which is always ‘the case of sometimes in life’; when reality falls upon a man he accept his fate the way it comes. Today is a day you will always remember, bad or good.”
After that he took some money and he went and bought novegine and some drugs which he gave me to take to relieve me of pains from the tear of the hymen, that when I got home I should try and sleep off. He saw me off that day for the very first time and he handed me over to my mum and personally explained to my mum that he was assisting me to solve some mathematical formulas and that was why I delayed and my mom then thank him; "thank you very much teacher, God bless you oh ehn"…
On Monday the following week, I went to school a fully vivacious woman with lots of fantasies known only to my heart. At least God had been so faithful to me that he had finally gave me the love of my life; the man I love so much with all my life, gentle and kind, humorous, his tantalizing smile, popular, a teacher, a graduate, most intriguing that is always bursting my head about him is that he is so intelligent, the most intelligent man I have ever seen and met in my entire life, my gem, and above all he is God fearing. He is someone I can empty the loneliness of my womb upon and share the fantasy of my heart with and guide me into the sacred secret place of my most high God.
On the third month of my relationship with the love of my life; I started throwing up, feeling eyes dazing, smooth ride afternoon sleeps and general body weakness. Trust my mum she always the first to observe such not to ‘talk of me of all people’ who is the apple of her eyes. After finishing cooking in one good evening like that I just drop the pot of soup out of fire and immediately I rushed out to the backyard to ‘thrown up’, my mother followed me up to the backyard to see why I ran outside in that manner and just for her to see me vomiting. “Oreva, what is the problem with you, come, come inside”, she held my hands and dragged me inside house, she raised my head up and look into my eyes, grabbed my breast, my mum flared up, “Oreva, who did this to you, eh, Chineke -mo, eh, this girl had kill me o, my enemies had seen me to laugh”, she quaked with low tone voice. “ Oreva, you can’t kill me, I’m your mother, I need the truth from you now, now before your daddy comes back or else you and I will put our legs inside the same trouser in this house at this moment before your daddy will kill me for your foolishness, who put this thing inside your tummy? I said who put that thing inside your stomach?” She roared as if I did not hear the first one. She went and carry a big stick, fuming as if she want to strike down a big snake, “I gave birth to you, I’m your mother, you can’t kill me, Oreva, before you kill me, I will kill you myself,” she complained furiously and raised the stick as if she wants to hit me with it, “are you not still talking?” She quaked with her hands still raised up, I know my mother at that point I know she can never let her reputation down before me, she will do everything in her disposal to prove to me that ‘an Okra can never one day grow taller than its owner’ and that means she will definitely hit me with that her big stick. I started fidgeting and crying; “mummy don’t kill me, mummy don’t kill me I will talk”, I cried and I felt for my mother, she had never raised her hand to hit me since I have grown up now, at least let me say as from J SS III till this SSS III now, my mother do respect me a lot, best of friends and partners, she even do bring both her personal and confidential issues before me and we do take decisions and share responsibilities for the outcomes of the decision we both took together; and now she had been so disappointed in me beyond her wildest imagination, it was like she didn’t see it coming, after all I was so many parents’ model to their daughters; and that was why I was crying not just because of her big stick she wanted to use for killing her big snake.
“Uncle Fame”, I said in a low tone. ‘Who is uncle Fame? “My economics master that accompany me when I came back home late sometimes ago. The one that teaches me mathematics, whom you were thanking that day for accompanying me back home.” And so what! My mother exclaimed, this children will not kill me o; hey, how can you people be teaching and learning mathematics the same time fucking each other o, hey what is our schools turning into o, how can student be seducing her own class teacher and teacher too go so low to be sleeping and making love with his own student? What are the children of nowadays turning our society into, hey, what an immoral degenerated society and generation we have? And you Oreva, you of all people, you that every parent uses as an example for their children could go so low to the extent of seducing your own class teacher to have sex with you, opening your legs so wide without a single fear and shame on you. This shame will not be upon me nor your father but upon your own head, you will face this shame in this community and everywhere you go. By the way, has the young man been notified of the pregnancy yet?” “I don’t know”, “what do you mean you don’t know, eh, Oreva”, I don’t know mummy, I said, I don’t know I’m pregnant”. I started sobbing, My mother said to me “get inside and dress up, we are going to the hospital now to carry out some test. I dressed up and we went to the hospital for a pregnancy test.
Three days later the result came out and it was true that I was really pregnant just to confirm my mother’s initial manual test. My mother asked me to invite him to our house so that we can hear from him what is in his mind, which I did but before them I have met with him and both of us had discussed it beforehand after my mother’s discovery, only we have different viewpoints. He tried and explained himself that he is not ready for now, base on the fact that he wants to further his education and still get himself established first before family responsibility while on my own side I was objecting to the idea of aborting the pregnancy reason being that I am the only child of my parents and if anything by mistakes happened to me that means I have carelessly wiped out the only hope of our family existence out of this world, but in the same time being somebody I respect so much with his views on issues in life in general, I was very tactical being careful not to insert my own points on him so that it wont seem as if I am the one forcing him to settle down. with that I behaved as if I fully agree with him. He took me to his friend who is a closed by pharmacist, they gave me some drugs to take right away there while others I should take home and used at home. The they asked me to take in right away there I put under my tongue and drank ordinary water, and after some minutes I asked his friend to show me his restroom that I am press and his friend quickly directed me to his restroom, there I spit out the chunks of those pills out of my mouth into the toilet and flushed them away, and the other ones I throw away on my way home.
My mother later invited him to our house to seek his opinion over the whole issue and he did not deny that he wasn’t the one that was responsible and the truth is that he really love me Eloho very much but it is just that the timing of the incident is coming when he wants to travel out to further his ambitions in the City. It was at that point of the discussion that my father came into the house and heard us that it is the pregnancy issue we were deliberating on and I don’t know what he overheard from his mouth and all of the sudden he just bashed into the parlor and started insulting him “ so you are the young man who is bold enough in this community to tie down my only child not to go to school and become a medical doctor, eh, ok, wait for me there let me go inside and come back for you, if you are still there in this house you will see what I will do to you, my dad went inside and carried his revolver, threatening, blistering lightening and marching thunders from the top of his upstairs’, and my mum rushed to my dad holding him and pacifying my dad, and I was kind of fidgeting for him and holding his hands and dragging him to run, but he was that a brave handsomely looking young man who was so full of himself to run; he looked at me, then at my dad and he went a away with an impression which I feel must be at a social disgust for the rich class whom he always complain of that ‘they always make a point to oppress those who they think are poor at every little opportunity that comes their way in our everyday human society’. And that happened to be the last time I will see him for a very longtime.
On the next day which was on Sunday, after the normal church service I went to his place to see him to know he is faring and to beg him over my dad's reaction on the previous night just to see a letter hung on the mosquitoes’ door net. I picked it up; on the envelope, my name was boldly inscribed on it; ‘Exclusive for My Dearest Eloho’, I curiously opened it immediately and ran through the content.
CHAPTER 3
A Letter to My Love, Oreva
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My dearest love, Eloho,
It is with heart full of burden and plenty of hard decisions to take that I leave this letter for you believing that you will need it when the time comes, though it might not necessarily relevant to you now, but tomorrow.
Decisions are hard to take but we must take them in order to progress forward in life; indecisions are far easier in order for one to sit on the fence but the world we are living is never created to be stagnated but in the highest speed of spherical movement. And lives that are created in it are designed to move onward in that same speed of spherical movement and never to be stagnated in one particular spot; but grow onward by times such as seconds by seconds, hours by hours, days by days, weeks by weeks, months by months and years by years till old age, start behaving and reacting like children again and go back to the same invisibilities we all came from. It is the same principles of independent decisions our God decided to create us independent sovereigns imbedded in us the universal principle of freedom to make choices, freedom to make decisions, freedom to move about, freedom to associate, freedom to speak, freedom to laugh, freedom to worship, freedom to eat and freedom to live life and so on and so forth…
I’m going away, to where I’m going to, I do not know, so do not bother to ask me to where and why did I not take you and the baby along, and my reasons of going away is the system. The system I mean is not the people, I know that my people need me, even more than ever before but I do not have what it takes to stand for them for now but tomorrow I will though not that so soon but a little longer and when I come back for them they will understand why I left them so impromptly and they will appreciate me. Oh! Do not get me twisted; the system I mean is neither you nor the baby but the poverty and the social injustice that surround our people…
Although I do not know anything in the world neither the covenant my mother had with God during my labor pains, but I do know that fighting for the good of my fellow human is like a curse upon my head, and if I intentionally mean no evil against you by going away, but unintentionally I do and as a sacrifice for the economic freedom, liberation and the general good of our people, then be rest assure that I leave you in the safe hands of the caring and protective almighty power of ‘LOVE’.
Yours forever love,
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Jerald.
Immediately I read through the letter, I felt a sharp headache on my head, with eyes dizzying and my tummy turned once, I curved downwards with one of my hands holding my tummy and the other one holding the step case rail to support myself while I sat slowly on the step case. I sat down to gather myself up as I was sweating, and after a while my body temperature calm down and the eyes dizziness stopped but my body was still so weak to go home immediately so I remained seated and I did not know when I slept of on the step case. It was his neighbor Joshua who was passing by to his own room that noticed my awkward positioning of my ill postured and walked towards me to wake me up. He asked me whether I’m ok and he should assist me home, I thanked him for his concerned but I told him I will be ok that he shouldn’t bothered that I will managed myself home. I rose while he assisted me up and I gathered myself up while I walked home slowly, it was like that brief sleep helped me to recovered easily because as I was walking home my body was freer unlike when I got the shock when my legs were seizing me. When I got home I just stretched the to my mum’s hand and as she collected it from my hand I just went straight to my room and lied straightaway on my bed and slept off. It was mum after reading through the letter and entered my room and saw me that I had already slept off who later gathered my legs and arranged my head well on pillow and as well kept the letter under my pillow. I woke up around 5:00pm, the sleep I started around 12:00noon. I walked up to the sitting room and I met my mum reading her bible, I just squat by her sides and relaxed my head on her laps while she was still reading her bible. “Mum, did you not read the letter?” I asked eagerly, “I did”; she answered while she marked the bible portion with the bible rope and closed it to address me. “My daughter, from what I have observed so far on this issue is, the hand of fate is crunching on you and there is nothing we can do about it right now than to accept it and move forward. All I can advise you as my daughter and as your mother as well as a more experienced than you is you have to grow strong to take care of your baby and face your school. Although combining school together with the upbringing of a baby is not that going to be funny as a single parent but we have no other choice it is your destiny; it is a crux we must carry in full earnest for your future to be straightened. “Will he come back to me?” I asked in a curious and innocent tone. “Yes he will; but as a changed man to a changed woman. He has gone to upgrade his life to his dreamed class and taste just as every other young men that are full of fantasy of life on the detriments of you and the baby and when he comes back if you too failed to upgrade yourself he will not remember that the condition that he puts you that degenerated into the slump he will later been seeing like. And that is the mistakes so many women make when they always think that they can sit down and wait for love to come to them without building themselves to be appreciated as crown of love. My dear, love needs to be grown into appreciative values, and in the other hand if one fails to grown love, it depreciates into irritabilities. What am trying to say is that, when he comes back he will not meet you in this community as an ordinary petty firewood seller or one old haggard looking peasant farmer but a determined African woman who refused to give in to life pressure and circumstances, rather chose to upgrade herself as a model to others by writing and passing your examinations and get admission into the university and come out good with a university degree and represent your family and this community at any capacity of life at that your value too must have been appreciated; an African woman who can rise to the task by challenging the men folk to setting moral standards and societal values for the sophisticated modern African child and the fast risen sophisticated computerized internet modern African society. I bet you my daughter; the proud and greedy African man who they are, you will be a pride to be every man’s daughter, daughter in-law and wife in this community, and his appreciation for your love will know no bound when he comes back; he will crawl on his kneel to have you back.” Thank you mum, you are really the best mum any child can think of having as mum in the world ma, you have made me to be strong mum, and I don’t know what I would have done without you, thank you mum.” I wrote my WAEC examinations and after 3 months the result came out and I got 5 CREDITS, 2 B and 2 D. And after nine moth’s pregnancy with all kinds of stress with a single pregnant student, I finally gave birth to a baby boy on Friday night at the community maternity health center, same day I lost my virginity to his father. I gave him FameJnr after his run away father while my father gave him Omonowoto, meaning ‘child of who owns land’. I enroll for Joint Admission and Matriculation Examination (JAMB), attending JAMB classes while caring for my son; I bathed him, knapping him, and breastfeed him in the morning before leaving him for my mummy to lectures. And when I come back from lectures immediately I finished taking lunch, I grabbed my already over waited love from my mum and I will start the usual lullabies and giggles; “come and suck my darling, my love, I know what your problem is, it is food, suck, suck, oya suck me the way your daddy used to suck me, like daddy like son, but don’t bite me o, and when you grow up you will be intelligent, popular, a graduate and be outspoken like your daddy. But you will not run away from your wife and your child like your daddy o; you will be a responsible son, I will go to university, work and trained you anywhere in the world”. Trust my dad with his usual man’s posing and pride; he will just walked into my room and will asked me, how you and the baby? I will say; “fine”, he will ask again and how are you coping with your lectures? I will repeat again, “fine”, he now finally remind me that his ultimate concern; “you know you must read very and pass all your exams and go to university and become a medical doctor, and don’t forget if you need anything always let me know”, “no problem dad and thank you sir”. His only problem in the whole world is me to go to university and become a medical doctor, wearing white and white in the community hospital here where he will always be seeing me so that he can be using me to proud for his fellow local urhoboh chiefs, and that is his greatest concerns not even his grandson who is his only male and second child. I wrote my JAMB examinations, pass my cut of marks and got admission into River’s State University, Port-Harcourt of Nigeria to read Biochemistry. After my graduations as a Biochemist and my National Youth Service Corpse at Ebonyi State, I went to stay with my uncle, uncle Ogbor in Lagos, Nigeria. There I got a job in Nigeria Breweries PLC as stocks clerk.
One day as I was in my office, my phone rang, I picked the call; “hello who is on the line?” I asked, “My name is Fame So-so, and are you Oreva?” “Yes I’m, how did you get my phone number?” “I have been following you up closely from a relative distant points, I have been back from the states for sometime now and I have been here and there, really busy with Hope Alive For The Poor; my pet non-profit organization (NGO) and I have been waiting for the best moment to reach out to you, so how are you and life in general? Only he explaining and asking questions as if I sent him message. “Fine we thank God, body dey where you left us”, “and what about the boy?” “Which boy,” “FameJnr my son”, “which son the one you wanted to kill through your abortion pills or the one abandoned with her mother to suffer, which one of them, in fact you don’t have any son with me, it is another man I born my son for” and you named him me, if I must confess I’m very proud of your courage to life, anyway that being by the side, we get to meet now that I’m finally back home”. “Meet who and which person son are talking about, are you the only one bearing Fame in the whole world in fact bye, bye”, I cut him off with pretest while I was so happy inside my mind like sugar. Meanwhile, then his son was with my parents in Warri, trust my dad with his pride; enroll him in one of the finest secondary school in Warri, ‘Delta Career College’. My dad doesn’t play with that man at all, in fact, he is my dad’s main man, he is my dad’s second child and only son, so long as my dad is concerned in this world, he is the son he never had before in his life.
I didn’t hear from him again for a while but meanwhile I’m big followers of his NGO’s seminars, summits and television reality show programmes across the states of the federation. He was so popular on TV with so much American swaggers, every woman’s killer, and sometimes I tell my fellow girlfriends that he is the father of my child because they would not allow me to talk before they will kill me that I’m a fool, his personality was just so much for the women and the average commoners who were seeing as a good person that can represent their interest at the government level some were even tipping him to contest for the post of the country’s presidency.
I came across a retrospect he wrote and published on the internet over the death of Pa Sir Noble Sylvester Obiuka Anayo (Ide Eze Afojulu) of Akwu-Kwu land.
Chapter 8
The Incorruptible Police Officer
I was on my way from Parkview estate, Ikoyi, I boarded a bus going to mile 2, inside the bus there was an argument between the bus driver and a guy who identified himself as a policeman, he was on mufti, the driver was arguing that the supposed policeman must pay him for his transport-fair while the policeman was insisting that he will not pay because he is holding his belt, he wore his trouser and besides the driver new who he was as a policeman. The argument drew the attention of both the garage taunts and passengers on board.
The garage taunts were trying to resolve the issue but the policeman insisted that there was no reason why he should come down from the motor neither pay money to anybody as long as he was the first officer who that got into the motor before any other officer that later entered.
The police man was saying that the bus driver knew who he was and the driver had just said that even at the front of their station at Onikan, he will not carry him, and if he knew him as a police officer why should him not wearing his uniform be the yardstick of not carry him even when the driver knew him as an officer.
The argument continued on till the other passengers in the bus urged the driver to kick on with the journey, but meanwhile the women in the bus continued the argument with the police officer that he is not a police officer that his appearance does not portray someone who is a force man, as it is in Nigeria pattern, everybody quotes the law, even when they do not know the tenet of the law they claim to be quoting. And their argument was that the officer, though, not just because he was on mufti but he looked rough, that he kept his biers and as force man he was not supposed to allow his biers and body appearance to look so un-kept if truly he was an officer, and in spite of the fact that he later waved his identity card to the older woman sitting closed to him who was the main person tackling him, they were not still convinced until they dragged the issue till where they committed themselves to the officer by further harassing him that if truly he is an officer then he is a disgraced to the Nigerian police force and the Nigerian nationhood.
It was like ever since we have been in the vehicle the man had not really seen a valid point to get back at those women and somehow being women it has been somehow difficult for him to use insulting words on them but immediately they used the words ‘disgrace to the Nigerian police force’, it was like something spanked on the officer’s brain to wake him up from slumber to reveal his real identity which he has been hiding ever since. “I’m not the one who is a disgraced to the Nigerian police force but it is your sons and daughters who take bribe along the road, in the street and in the offices that are disgrace, everybody knows me that I’m among a very few Nigerian police officer that don’t take bribe, I till the ground to plant cassava and yam with my bare hands to support my meager salary to take care of my family because I will not degrade my human integrity so low to the extent of collecting bribe from my fellow man to survive, whose sons and daughters among you here can allow himself or herself to pass through such an ordeal to make a living, I’m a graduate working as a police officer it is not as if I did not go to school but looking rough like this is the true reflection of a true Nigerian civil servant who does not take bribe outside his salary. “Your sons and daughters who live with fat bellies and fat (nyash) bottoms are criminals in uniform disguised claiming to be uniform officers in the street, they are the ones who are a disgrace to this country not myself who has sacrificed both my convenience and my family wellbeing in abject poverty in midst of many just for an exemplary life of integrity that aught to be ashamed. At least it is not all men are born to dignify the devil for a mere human success by being corrupt; some of us are born to vilify the devil by being anti-corruption crusader even if it takes enduring under a very dismal circumstances just like some of us are”. And the man kept on bemoaning the state of the Nigerian corrupt system from the leadership to the followership that is engrossed in corruption epidemic.
The man continued in lambasting everybody in general terms, the system and the Nigerian structure until that particular woman and some other women started pacifying the man; “e don do, weti self, you be woman self, talk not dey tire you?” And he retorted, “no, I don’t get tired, why should I get tire, that is what I’m trained for, we do argued in court under cross examinations from lawyers, when we are in defense of our investigation reports as an investigating officer of a case (I.P.O), I can talk throughout the day and I wouldn’t get tired”.
What caught my attention and even amazed me most was that all of the sudden, the woman changed her tone from that of the antagonist she stood at the initial time to that of pity and sympathy; “my son but how do you live, what about your family, how do they cope? I’m sorry my son, it is the bad country that we are living that caused it, no one trust his or her fellow person anymore if not I wouldn’t have attacked you like that at the first instance.” But the man kept on yelling at the political systems, the failing structures, the institutions and the ruin corruption had imploded on the integral part of our core values; “it has become a cancan-worm that had eaten deep into our human nucleus , I wish it does not become a part of our culture”, he asserted .
When we got to Liverpool, the woman got down and say the usual poor man’s prayer; my son, don’t get angry with me again, you hear, God will see us through and He will reward you for both your integrity and all your hard-working effort, you hear me my son”, she repeated as if the man was deaf.
Immediately the woman got down the man did not talk again, and the entire bus became extremely quiet except the voice of the bus conductor who was announcing bus-stops; Tincan-Island, Trinity, Wema, Sun-Rise, Under-bridge”, until we got to Mile-2, which was the final Bus-Stop.
At Mile-2, when everybody had come down and we were waiting for the driver to give us our change, then, I took a critical look at the police officer again as he was adjusting the police trousers he wore, the police belt he carried on his shoulder maybe for self identity, he wore ordinary black long-sleeves shirt, he carried Sacco-bag and a 5 liter gallon maybe for fuel. I then saw what made that woman changed her tone to that of pity and sympathy for the man immediately he said that he doesn’t take bribe from people, so he does not have anything to be ashamed for, for looking rough unlike how a policeman supposed to look like. At that point, answers to those statements were obvious to me. I shook my head and sigh with heart full of thoughts; how will hard-working men and men of integrity go on in this country with the way things are going right now as every fabric and structure of our country’s system are based on corruption? My questions remained unanswered in my heart as I collected my change from the driver and went away.
The Marriage From God
One day without even calling me to inform me ahead of time he just paid me a surprise visit with his large security entourage accompanying him wherever place he goes. I was surprised with his shocking visit because I did not know how he got my address. Then I was living in my official apartment in my company’s staff’s estate in Victoria Island, Lagos. “How did you get to know here?” I started with my usual bragging, “can I get inside baby mama?” At least just to give him some curtsy and not to betray myself as a rude girl, I asked him to coming inside. Meanwhile he left both his securities and protocols officers at the cars. “He was always so charming and charismatic, I can’t even stand to resist him, and his personality always overwhelmed me. At the end we talked things over after several American swaggers, explanations and apologies. He told me had bought a house for me to move in at ‘Vitoria Garden City’ so that I can move out of the company’s quarter as we begin arrangement for our marriage immediately.
We finally did our marriage at Agbarho, my hometown at my father’s compound in Ughele north local government area of Delta State. It was a weeklong marriage ceremony that attracted people from all works of life; his friends from the political arena that I have not even dreamt of meeting one on one in real life, his business associates and NGO partners abroad and my Nigeria Breweries’ family all jam-packed in a weeklong societal marriage.
The joy of my family that day knew known bound, trust my father as he and his fellow Urhobo chiefs were parading themselves before their visiting in-laws and guest as the lords of the cabal and my mother with her women wings were dancing and jubilating with their uniform rapper around the whole town as if they were celebrating an arrival of a king to is throne. It was really a thing of joy and pride to the entire community due to the level dignitaries; some are even government functionaries that used that singular occasion to have visited our ancient community of Agbarho kingdom.
My ordeal in the journey of love is a true life reflection of one of my favorite quote from Fame Ufuoma Agidife, my idol; “On the stretched hold of evil we pass through the abyss of terrorism, vampires and human carcasses; but suddenly our HOPE comes ALIVE as we saw a ray of God’s light radiating upon our faces in the utter darkness of the night.” At last I have gotten marriage to the love of my life. ‘Baba God I thank you o.’
Child-hood Love:
The first time I met with OVO.
It was night time around 7:30 to 8:00 pm, sometime around October 2007. The meeting was brief, timid, Childish but lifetime memorable.
It was on Sunday, immediately after our local Jehovah’s Witnesses congregation meetings, I went straight to our house and drop my bag and I went straight to my friend’s place, Mrs Ajiri Akpebe, popularly called ‘Mama Oreva’ whom they both lived together in the same one Ayero Drive, in Enerhen Community, Warri, Delta-State. And I waited there till exactly 7:30 pm and I left there for her house.
I smashed the padlock on the burglary-ion protector severally and her Dad answered, but her Mom came out to open the burglary-proof at the balcony for me, and I greeted her; “miguo Mommy”, ‘Miguo, Eguo or Diguo’ is our traditional way of greeting an older person in both our local Urhobo and Isoko dialect. I enter the parlor where her Dad and Mom were relaxing before she came out to open the door for me. I greeted her Dad, ‘Miguo Dady’, and he answered, “vredo, Famous, mavor”, in a cool warmed elderly Man voice in his usual receptive smiles towards me, and I said; “fine Daddy”, smilingly, while I sat at his opposite direction on the round arranged quenching chairs in the sitting room. He asked me about my elder brother, Izrel and his family, and I said; “they are all fine Daddy”. His wife later joined us after locking both the burglary proof and the door.
My visit at that night was significantly different from my usual visits; firstly, though, the old man opened his house for me to enter freely at anytime, I hardly visited that late hours of the day. Secondly, my objective of visiting, was never in anyway related to co-operative issues with the old man, neither was it on my usual family’s friendship visit but it was purely on love proposal to the last-born of the old man’s children, Ogheneovo.
He asked me about the previous co-operative meeting, which himself was unavoidably absent, and I shortly briefed him issues discussed on the agenda and the number of people that turned up for the meeting. “But, that is not why I come daddy”, I diverted. “Ok, is there something we are to discuss”? He seek in his usual calmly manner. “Not really, daddy, it is just that I want to see Ovo”. “Ovo, she just passed to her room now immediately before you enter the parlor, she may even be hearing us in the room, wait let her mother her call her out”. He then used Urhobo to ask his wife to go inside and call her. The old woman went inside, Ovo, behaved as if she had slept; “Ovo, Ovo”, she called her twice, “when did you come to bed when you are behaving as if you have slept, are you not hearing brother Famous voice in the parlor, get up, get up ‘jare’ Famous said; he want to see you”, she shouted on her. Ovo, responded; “tell him I have slept”. “Which can yeye sleep you don sleep, nobe na you come inside room, get up jor”. She bullied her up from the bed, and Ovo got out of the room and passed through the parlor to the washing hand basing at the dinning section to wash her face, and as was passing by,
She greeted me; “good evening”, and I responded, good evening, Ovo, how na”, “fine”, she answered as she walked strait. After washing her face, she came back to the parlor and walked to the balcony through the exit door, as if to wait for me outside there. I excused her dad; “thank you very much daddy, let me see her up, sir. “It’s all right, my dear, no problem”, and I followed her, we walked outside the gate, I urged her we should take a step further, she complained her father will talk, that it is late already. And I said it’s ok.
On that night, I can still remember clearly in my head and eyes still visualizing the picture of what she wore that night; a short kaki pants with a purple color polo, she did not wear brazier, her breasts were waving towards my eyes, ‘it was a knight full of a romantic swaggers for me’.
“Ovo, I have come to say thank you. You remember that day I took you to commissioner’s wife to teach her children at home lesson, you said something that day that got me inspired. If you can still remember when I asked you why you decided to choose Port-Harcourt University as your first choice of institute in spite of the discrimination admission policy against non-indigenes of Rivers by the school authority. You said; “but that does not stop others from attending the school after all for the fact that people do die in water does not stop others from drinking water”. And that singular statement though that was not first time of hearing it, but considering it from your own angle, the level of your determination to achieving success against all odds at your age was something change my perception towards my own life personal struggle for good, and today if they are to mention people who have made a positive change and influence on their fellow humans in their environment am to be counted as one. And I own a lot to you because that singular conversation actually bolsters my courage to confront my closest fears unknowingly to you. So, Ovo, I have come to say a big thank you to you for a statement well made to me at the right time, so, I say thank you, thank you very much…
Ovo: No problem, you are welcome. But is that all the reason why you came to wake me up from bed at this time of the night? She asked why she clapped her hands…
I responded: No, not t just that, let’s get a straight line; Ovo, will you be my fiancée?
Ovo: She paused for a while, while I waited, “Let me say that am not ready for such right now, I have just gotten admission and I will soon be going to school and that is what is on the top of my agenda right now…” She said while she joined her hands together on her chest.
I responded: What if I should wait for you, after all I still have my project on my hand that am still working on, and that means we are on even path…
Ovo: Till then. But don’t bring up this issue again. She stated. Agreed, but as the bible said; out of the abundant of the heart the mouth speaketh, and if my heart got filled up and I decided to speak, I hope you will not get me crucified, I responded back.
Ovo: Why should I get you crucified, after all if you have something in your heart bothering you and you allow it remain there, then it died in you and it will have no effect.
Ovo, I’m really sorry for whatever inconvenience I might have caused you for waking you up from your bed at time and I also thank you very much for given me your time to express myself.
No problem you are welcome, she said. Thank Daddy and Mummy for me and have a nice night, bye, and bye. I concluded and left.
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A LETTER TO MY DEAR OVO
House 3, Ekpiwhre Drive,
Enerhen, Warri,
Delta-State,
01-03-2007.
My Dear Ovo,
It is my utmost pleasure to write you matters concerning the state of the heart once more again. I beg for your indulgence for my primitive and awkward manner of expression in this more advance technological civilized World of ours. The choice of my pen to romance feelings in your heart is motivated by your undiluted natural beauty as a true African queen.
The World sees your shinning beauty as a centre of attraction and lure, but I see an essence of nature in a full exemplified monument.
The World sees your cranking nature as a snub but I see it as a full confidence of nature resisting unlikable elements from its natural surface.
The day I lost my argument to over the examination focus text book in literature which Eguono sent you to collect from me , that day I did not only lost my heart beat to you without your notice.
The day I saw you taking your mum to the hospital, I did not only admire your leadership quality but I admire you as a phenomenon.
My greatest happiness on earth right now is that I did not only admire a phenomenon like you but I was brave enough to have expressed and proposed my heart desire to angel.
You are more righteous than I do; a poor unrighteous man I am. I do not feel any regret for loving you as the love of my life; even if I die today and come back to this World I Will continue to love you, even in the World beyond my love you will never get cold.
Ovo, I love you and I will continue to be connected to you like the mental physical law of compass.
Yours ever undying love,
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Rex.
On his sub-consciousness he found out that his penis had risen out of his trousers and it had already been inserted inside the vagina of the female antelope that was already making love to him; sat on his top, grabbed his hands on the ground fucking him serious hot banging. As the story was related the hot sex lashing gained him his consciousness but as he tried to raise his eyes and find out what was really happening to him, he saw a very fair beautiful young woman with a long hair wearing the skin of an antelope with bouncing breasts uncovered, crying and violently fucking him in sub consciousness and immediately as she sighted his eyes opened she slapped him on the face and spat on him, raised him up him angrily. She went and picked the gun from where it fell off from the man’s hand and gave it to the man to shoot her dead. The man was like saying in his mind that “if you want me to shoot you dead why did you have to fuck me the way I have never been fucked before in my entire life, you little witch!”
At the time she got up from the man to pick up the gun for the man, the man had noticed something like a tinning black thread amulet tied round her waist through his flashed light; there were stories of black charms in form of black threads capable of turning people into lions and other types of wild forest animal once they walked across them in thresh road for whatever nefarious activities they intended, and once they were through they usually crossed it back and turn to normal human beings. And I believe it must be one of those charms the woman used into an antelope. And as she got closer to give the man his gun the man grabbed hold on her hand and drew her on his body and cut off the thread and folded it in his pocket and took his gun away from her and attempted to walk away from her but she broke down grabbed the man on his kneel and started crying and begging the man to give him back the black thread that she will bless the hunter with whatever thing he asked for from her that without it she can never turned back to an antelope.
The man winked his left eye and smiled, “yes I have gotten your weakness” said in his mind “Who told you will ever turn back to an antelope, from this moment you must follow me home and become my wife or I will kill you myself, you witch.” You are a human being and you can never be an animal, in fact as from this moment you are my wife and you will never, never turned an antelope again and that is final”. And she broke down and started crying and sobbing. The hunter felt weak towards her, he used his left hand to arrange her fallen hair from her face back on her head and wiped off her tears and helped her arranged her skinned antelope leather wear for her. She frowned and raised up her head, looked into the hunter’s eyes determinedly unshaken towards his resolutions and she rested her beaten chest and head on the hunter’s lap and she remained silent for a while, tears dripped from her eyes, She wiped off tears from her eyes with her center finger, she sneezed, “and you must not revealed my identity to no one till death do us apart” she said faintly. “It is alright my little witch”, said the hunter.
CHAPTER 10
The Instinct
The man started calling the female antelope Angela; my God’s sent. She used to give the man advised how to carry his daily activities, how to relate with both leaders and others in the community and most importantly, he stopped the man completely from hunting. Among the things the man should not do at no circumstances are; he should not kill neither eat an antelope. She asked the man to go to the companies around the community and look for a supply jobs. Two companies gave the man go ahead to bring food items for offshore crews and a third company asked him to bring sharp sands and granites. She sent the man to meet one particular chief called Okpobrise, who after drinking his usual Ogogoro (native whisky) he sit on top of his story building and he will be laughing at poor people; “see, see these lazy he goats, their father was lazy, their grand, grand fathers were lazy and the whole of their genealogies are all lazy monkeys. They are not mongo parks and they can never be mongo parks, the greatest adventurer of all time; who discovered the great river Niger, he died at busa; the mouth of the River Niger”. He will always cursing people, talking, talking as if he knew when people’s grand, grand fathers were born and he does not used to help anybody he enjoyed his money with his children and plenty wives alone. But surprisingly, on meeting the high chief, he received him with warm hands. The chief started heaping commendations and praises on him that since he married that his foreign wife he had started behaving normal and that he had stopped killing all the remaining antelopes his grand, grand fathers and his father killed remain. The man cuts in, “high chief, that is not exactly why am here”, “that is my son, so, speak on am hearing”, said the chief. “On the advise of my wife I have stopped hunting for antelopes like my fathers just as you have said it all; but nevertheless, there are some of these supplies I have already secured down with the help of the recommended letter I got from Okpako-Orede 1, ( paramount chief) with one or two of these companies around you can see the ‘Local Purchasing Order’ yourself” he presented the LPO to the chief and so surprisingly without much words and hesitations, the chief called his senior wife to bring his check book and he gave the man a check of one million naira and told him not to bother about the time to return the money that whenever time he is done with his business he can return the money without interest. “Chief I do not know how to thank you enough; you have done a great uplift for me and my family, God only will be your compensator chief, thank you chief, I must go now and start the arrangement for the shipments chief, “no problem my son, we thank God for his mercy just say my regards to your wife”. And the man left.
Such kind gesture was something rare to have come from the chief because the chief was somebody known to be notorious for his oppression of the poor people in the community; the best he can is to flaunt his affluence around, spat on people’s face and mock at people.
The man having done some successful trips he returned the money in company of his wife with a bottle of a Paris wine and a big he goat for the chief in appreciation of the favor had done for him and his family as custom requires; one must always show appreciations for favors no matter how small it is so that the spirit of favor may not slam curse on the favor so that it may not turned bad for the beneficiary.
The man later became a successful business man, having interest in shipping and Real Estate home and abroad. Every piece of advice given to the man by the female antelope always turned successful .The man later became a prominent chief in the elder’s council. The man always called his wife Angela; ‘my God’s sent’.
The man had a wayward Son from his late wife as only child; the female antelope did not bear him any child. At one particular time the man called his wayward son who had refused to settle down and tell him about the wisdom of a certain female antelope but he refused to tell him who was the person in question, and he should go to that forest to get a piece of wisdom the female antelope in that forest before he could will him his inheritance.
The wayward son went and start shooting every antelope he saw at the wildest forest of the town and bringing them to his father. The man was mad at his son; “let me warn you for the last time young man, when next time you bring any antelope to this my building you will not only seized to be my son but I shall kill you myself just as the way you killed these antelopes, take these things out of my house before I change my mind on you, you fool!”
The young man tried subsequently but failed to deliver on his father’s instruction. After a while the man fell sick and he requested to be taken out of hospital and returned back to his house. While relaxing his head on the lap of his wife in his inner bedroom, he sent for his Son. ”You must not in any reason dispute anything concerning my assets or anything whatever with your stepmother; Angela, do you understand?”
Son: Dad but why, are you dying?
Father: you can take your leave now son.
The man turned and fixed his hand inside the vagina of his wife, it was feeling warm and he demand once; “ promised me you take care of my Son and protect him just as you had done to me my goddess”, he turned his hand inside and as the woman turned her bottom to feel the orgasm he breath off. He could not wait for the woman’s answer to his demands before he died as that seemed to be his final strength when he was on earth here.
The man was embalmed into a mortuary for a period of three months while his burial arrangement was being put in place to be buried as a great man by the entire community.
The bereaved woman usually slept in the man’s bedroom. Every night when the woman is asleep she will be feeling the warmness of the dead man’s hand inside her cunt (genital part), at one point she started turning into a female antelope and be making love with the wayward son in dreams. And at a point the wayward Son said to himself, no, I can no longer take this; he sneaked in gently into his father’s room which the woman was sleeping and fixed hand direct inside the woman’s private part in exact manner his late father did; like father like son of a though his was in a typical manner of a wayward child. The woman that had already wetted before felt the hand just as his father did it. The woman rose and grabbed hold of the boy’s pajamas; “how dare you come into my room and make attempt to rape me Brozie?” She fumed! Brozie fidgeted; “please let me explain, please, please, I’m very sorry, Step mother;” explain what, that you did not sneak into my room, nor lay your hand on my body or you did not attempt to rape me? That means it had been in your mind even before your father died to be sleeping with me, what an abomination, wonder shall never end! First thing tomorrow morning I’m going to report you to the council of chiefs because I cannot be here and there preparing for a funeral while all you will be scheming day and night is how to sneak into my room and rape me; she blackmailed.
Brozie; “no, no please aunty, please, am sorry it is not the way you think”; he broke into tears.”Am not as bad as the way you and Daddy take me to be”; he sobbed. “I know father told me not to have any dispute with you and I cannot understand why immediately after he had died I started seeing a female antelope always coming to make love with me every night in my dreams and it is this same female antelope my father sent me to look for in the forest for a piece of wisdom that caused both of us almost irreconcilable differences and why is it that when he had died that I started seeing it and just to caused dispute between you and I again, he queried and bust into tears and started sobbing again helplessly. The woman felt weak for him base on his remorsefulness or maybe it was just a sham by the woman just to test the young man’s true love for her; women you cannot really trust them, they might be the architect behind the whole T.V Reality Shows we used to see in our homes just to get at what they want, and we cannot really tell what they want maybe confirmation of true love, faithfulness, trust and what have you, who knows. She extended her hands towards Brozie and rested his face upon her breasts, he felt mother’s love and protection again in life as he continued wetting the woman’s breast with tears dripping from his eyes.
“It is ok, it is enough, I have forgiven you my husband, and she raised his head from her breast and sucked his wetted leaps with tears tasting like salty water. By mere mentioning Brozie as “my husband” and kissing his leaps, that long thing that did not need an ear to hear and ayes to see before answering had already responded from its initial shrunk and the woman grabbed hold of the warm long strong thing and slot it inside her warm cunt; Brozie did not need any sorcerer or any female antelope in any wild forest for any piece of wisdom to be told of what his long thing is screwing inside the deep forest inside his late father’s wife; they make a warm and soft love and slept curled round each other like husband and wife on his late father’s bed.
Within the intervals of the three months preparation for the funeral ceremony the woman had conceived a pregnancy for Brozie; at least Brozie had been able to score a crucial goal his late father could not score for so many years. The woman started advising Brozie how to go about things the exact manner she used to advise his father. Things started flowing well for Brozie. Even the funeral commence, Brozie had already taken over his father’s companies, and had started looking into all the inventories and balancing the account books of his father’s companies, working side by side with the woman as they ran here and there for the funeral preparations.
The great man was finally buried in the deepest sheol for all mankind along his ancestors. The long week’s funeral had come and gone and life goes on for Angela and Brozie; the livings.
CHAPTER 11
The Will:
The man’s will was read; “On this day of ******** I Chief Peter Igbunu Igbogri 1of Eniwotor land hereby willed my darling wife Angela Igbunu Igbogri as the rightful executioner of both my company; Igbogri Goup Ltd, Igbogiri Real Estate Investment Ltd home and abroad; and all other personal properties belonging to me shall be shared between my only son, Oghenebrozie Igbunu Igbogri and my wife Angela Igbunu Igbogri 50% each. Cash money in my private accounts and proceeds from my companies should be used to set up wild animal reserves and a foundation for the protection of the right for wild life in my name and jointly managed by my wife, Angela Igbunu Ikpogiri and my son Oghenebrozie Igbunu Ikpogiri .This will was written and signed by me, I Chief Peter Igbunu Igbogri 1of Eniwotor land, under a sound and healthy mind; so, Every segment of this will must be respected and be executed as stated by me.”
Among the things shared for both of them by the family elders as part of the funeral rites was the dead man’s wife for his only son; unknowingly to the elders the woman and her step son had secretly done theirs with a child inclusive. What the elders only did was just a formal proclamation as African tradition required.
The woman gave birth to a bouncing baby boy and both live together lovely as a married couple.
The piece of wisdom Son could not found in the wildest forest that was later found in the deepest forest inside the body of his late father’s wife had finally brought double blessings of both child and wealth for Brozie.
CHAPTER ONE
A Chant To You Oh My Beautiful African Woman !!!
A Chant to you oh my beautiful African woman; you are so beautiful oh you my beautiful African treasure adara !!!
You come to this world under the tropical Africa shinning sun!
You can always flourish no matter how the sun shines!!
It is not a mistake that you are from the black race of tropical Africa; it is a unique privileged that you come black and remained the wonders of the world !!!
You are my African woman, my beautiful African treasure, you are so beautiful, and so beautiful !!!
Viva, viva African woman Adara! Adara!! Adara!!!
Erin ayo mi (my joyful laughter)
Ara mi oh (my wanders)
The dinosaur; Ejanla ninu okun (the great creature of the sea)
(Okin Obaeiye) the most beautiful bird in the heavens
Irawon, irawon mi oh! (my stars, my stars)
Iya ilu mi oh! (mother of my community)
Ifokan bale mi oh! (my rest of mind)
Oshumare wa oh! (our rainbow)
Okuta nla! (the big rock)
Moremi, Obirin Ogun (the woman of war)
Obirin takun, takun
Ijile ife
Omi aye mi oh (my water)
Iya ayo mi oh! (mother of my joy)
Iyawo mi oh!! Iyawo mi o!!! (My wife, my wife)
I am the Africa hunter; the king of the African forest.
I am the one who can walk in the dead hours of the night in the thickest African forest without challenge from any forest beast.
My brevity lies in the cartridge in my gun.
My survival lies in my shooting skills.
My gun lies in my hands.
My vision lies in my hunter’s torch-light.
Three gun salute for the Africa hunter; gboza, gboza, gboza …
What else is braver than the African hunter?
The African hunter hunts antelopes in the Africa forest with gun pounders and local cartridges; but you my African woman hunts the African hunter who holds a gun with a bare hands and defeats him with the power of your love…
Oh! What an African woman !!
Your beauty is an African woman lies in your morals and your energy!!!
Energy, energy, energy, energy, energy, energy, energy, energy, energy, energy, energy …
Oh! What an energetic African woman you are!!
I adore you forevermore just as an African priest adores his African shrine !!!
A seven gun salute to you my African woman; gboza, gboza, gboza, gboza, gboza, gboza, gboza …
Viva Africa ! viva Africa !! viva African woman !!!
Viva Africa, Africa majovo…
Africa, Africa, African people let’s unite…
Viva Africa, Africa majovo and let’s speak in one voice…
Viva Africa majovo and let’s live in peace.
Africa, Africa, Africa you are my wonderlamd and you my African woman you are my treasure and you are so beautiful…
Culled from the book 'My Beautiful Africa' By Fame Agidife.
CHAPTER 3
A Tribute To My Mother Rososalina !
My dearest Rososalina,
It has become so inevitable on me upon the oath of my birth to make this day which I feel it is a bit modest as a tribute on your name Rososalina which is the only way you would have given your approval to honour you and Mother Africa across all shores of the Pacific and the Atlantic Ocean around the World.
Oh my dearest mother Rososalina, less I forget, I find it imperative to let you know that I have make a requested for the assistance of two my great friends centripetal and centrifugal Coast Wind And West to join me on course of spreading your legacy mother Rososalina and Mother Africa and I know you still remember them.
O black woman of Africa, o woman of Africa, o my mother, I have been thinking of you o my mother!!!
Dear Rosalina, Rosalina, Rosalina, Rosalina, a a a …
I felt you when I was just still an embryo in thy womb but I miss you when I was caught up in the middle of the wave…
Dear Rosalina, Rosalina, Rosalina, Rosalina, a a a …
I felt your warmth love when my lips were still suckling thy breast milk but I miss you when I was on the bedrock of the sea…
O my dearest Rosalina, Rosalina, Rosalina, Rosalina, ahh ha ha ha …
O Rosalina, O my mother, you who bore me upon your back…
You who gave me my first suckle, you who watched over my first faltering steps, you who were the first to open my eyes to the wanders of the earth…
My dearest Rosalina, Rosalina, Rosalina, Rososalina, ah ah ah haha …
I have been thinking of you, thinking of you oh my mother, my dearest Rososalina, oh Rososalina, oh you woman of the Creeks of Africa, oh you mother Africa my wonder land…
Yeah, my great mother, great woman of the fields, woman of the great rivers of Africa, woman of the great river banks of Africa, oh you my mother…
I have been thinking of you, oh you my mother, my dearest Rososalina, oh Rososalina, Rosalina, ahh ha ha ha…
I miss you when I was in the enemy’s camp…
Oh my mother, my dearest Rosalina, o Rosalina, Rosalina, ahh ha ha ha…
Oh my mother, oh you woman of great simplicity, oh you woman of great resignation, oh you woman of great faith, oh you woman of great virtue, oh you woman of great sacred secret treasure…
Oh you my mother, I have been thinking of you, thinking of you oh you my mother, my dearest Rososalina!!!
Oh ye my mother, oh ye my mother Rososalina, ye who dried my tears, ye who filled my heart with laughter, ye who patiently bore with all my many moods, how I love to be beside ye once again to be a little child beside ye, oh ye my mother…
I have been thinking of you oh mother…
My dearest Rososalina, Rososalina, Rososalina, ahh ha ha ha …
O ye black mother of Africa, great woman of Africa, o ye woman of the great river banks of Africa, I saw ye fetching waters at the river banks of the great river Niger of Africa in the wee hours of the morning under the coastal dews of the river Niger; the Largest river of AFRICA oh MOTHER AFRICA…
Oh mother of great attributes, Hardworking woman from the of Africa, virtuoso’s woman of great faith, oh ye woman of great fortitude, oh ye woman of great virtue, oh ye woman of great sacred secret treasure…
Oh mother, let me thank ye; thank ye mother for all that you have done for me,
Yours son,
Whom though so far away but still close to you, thank you mother…
CHAPTER 5
The AFRICAN WIDOW
I am the African old widow full of wisdom and craftiness.
The un-mannered African child called me ‘the old witch’ while the wise African child called me ‘the old African widow.
The only language I understand is ‘doh’.
The only messages I understand are; love, hate, blessing and curse.
My livelihood lies in the small portion of my yam farm at the back of my hut …
I expect my African salute such as ‘doh’ or ‘noh’ or eku- she or sondai aki ma to soothe my nerves from the stress of the day work after the stressful day work under the hotfultropical African sun with fire wood on my head coming back from my farmyard,.
The young boy or woman that salute me ‘doh’ ma; I bless with good-luck.
The one that hisses at me and call me old witch; I curse with evil-luck.
I am the African Widow; I am the African old witch; I am an old woman, I am from this very land of Africa, I am an African and I have been here before you were born.
Doh !!!
CHAPTER 5
THE AFRICAN MAIDEN
I like uncle Jerald; he is a cool, calm and intelligent teacher and he is popular maybe because he is a Mathematics teacher.
I like to see him every day.
I like his voice and the way he used to pet my name ‘Eloho as Elosco’, he is the only one that called me Elosco’, even my daddy and my mummy don’t even called my name that way they shout my name ‘Eloho oh!’
Whenever I am coming back from school, I always like to greet uncle Jerald; “uncle Fame migwo” and immediately he hears my voice he doesn’t need to be told who the Miss is before answering and he answers straight away from inside his room ‘ vredo oh Eloho’ how are you and school today? He will then come out from his room and ask me about my activity for the day like how many subjects we were taught that day and so on……
Whenever I want to go and fetch water from the tap; I always like to pass his place. As usual, I do tie a short wrapper around my waist with my tummy and legs exposed and another piece of clothe on top of my breast round my chest as a true African maid who is aware and proud of her natural body and display them through her seductive walk. When passing by I will still greet him and still try as much as possible to make sure he comes out either through his door or he looks at me through his window at least just to pass a few comments on my vivacious body. I adore him so much that I can even greet him up to hundred times in a day without even getting bored.
He sometimes does volunteer to teach me mathematics which was my most difficult subject. Even though he was not our mathematics’ teacher he was still good at it. I always like to spend time with him to keep me company and I got so used to him so much that I can even spend the entire day with him without being bothered, anytime spent outside his company is like a hundred years spent outside my home.
The Fantasy Of An African Maiden
On one Good Friday, as usual I close from school earlier than any other person. Once he finishes his subjects he goes home to do his writing works, prepares his lesson note for the next classes and also to have his rest because he likes sleeping a lot. That day as I was coming back from school I knocked on his door as usual and I entered the house, I greeted him; “uncle Jerald migwo”, he answered; “vredo, how is school?” I said; “fine”, that day he was not writing as he usually do, I asked him why is he is not writing today, or is it because he was not feeling fine; he said he is ok, he’s just taking a rest. I felt his temperature and realized it was normal then I asked him to help me solve the formula for the mathematics’ assignment we were given by our math’s teacher in class and he said let him see the math first whether he knew the formula which I quickly did and we solve the formula together and he did two for me and ask me to do the rest three by myself at home. And he further taught me the philosophy on the principles of ‘the error in the human mind’.
It is not laziness but Greed which is the greatest evil of all; the excessive immaterialism of the fleshly desire of the human mind?
Evil, then what next, is it not death?
Righteousness, then what next, you see God.
I sinned against man and I ran away and I was freed; but I sinned against myself and I could not run away from my own conscience and I was not freed.
Man and conscience which is thy greater judge is it not thy conscience?
At the dying point, is it not the evil ones that cogitate of where next could be their possible journey either to the world of the wise, the world of the fools, to God or the so much talk about religious hell fire where ghosts are being burnt with sulfur and fire while the righteous died at peace in their God?
When a man dies he goes to the un-imaginary oblivion of the human mind but the livings remain within the estate of the human realm.
The ancient Greek philosophers believe that there are five classes of people in human existence:
(1) He who knows and he know he knows and he who does not want to know they said he is an arrogant fellow.
(2) He who does not know and truly he does not really know and he is willing to know they said teach him he will know.
(3)He who knows but does not know he knows they said wakes him up he is asleep.
(4) He who believes he knows but he does not know anything and he is not willing to know they said leaves him and let him go he is a fool.
(5) He who knows and he knows he knows but he behaves as if he knows nothing and always willing to know they said he is a wise person.
After that evening special philosophical lecture I was dumbfounded with his wealth of his knowledge but I got to go because it was already going dusk on the evening hours and I tried to get up and arrange my books inside my bag, I felt his hands suddenly grabbed my ribs and pulled me down on his laps, he laid his upon my breast, I tried to remove his hands, his hands were already warmly griped on my breast and mine were just loosely on top of his on hands as if that is what I have been dying to get from my beloved gem as a first timer. I looked at him in the eyes his eyes had already looked so sexually weakened and he looked at mine back at least to feel my reactions but I was so weak to resist him, I have long over waited for this moment to come to feel the body of the man I love most in the world but my problem with him all this while is that he was too slow to seize his opportunities on me, I have no other choice but to squeeze my body as I was already chilled up. He tucked his hands under my school uniform and slipped his hands inside my bra and packed out my breast, I can still see my dark nipples and my yellowish breast in his mouth and his hands still grabbing and twisting my breast.
The mood and the ecstasy of woman orgasm had finally erupted in my body chemistries as a woman and that first time was significant to my entire life. At least that being the first time to shamelessly display the pride of my woman-hood before a grown up man with a lot of experience that followed. He tried to slot in his man-hood inside my vulva but being the first time it wasn’t penetrating so easilly, but he was a bit more experienced and he got up to bring Vaseline lubricant and rub it on his cap and slot it in gently, finally the seal had been broken and I felt a pain. He raised the cap up a bit and he returned it slowly up and down, feeling the shape of the cap inside my vagina, my heart wanted more of the action but base on his reputation as a very decent man my lips pretended not to say the obvious and I did not have the guts to tell him to stop because I did not Know whether if I should quietly shout stop, stop, stop or yes, yes and yes as that might as well discouraged him, so, my mix-feelings got me more confused just like every other woman who has a mountainous task of always trying not to displeased a highly esteemed hubby but the sweet feelings and the orgasm that had erupted in my brain from his banana size shaped dick erupting inside my vulva was something that took me out of this world. I was just breathing ceaselessly, asssh, asssh, asssh and stretching my body like a helpless mad woman. At the end of the action packed movie; he picked up a tissue paper and he was helping me to cleaned up the mess from my body while I was laying on top of the bed tiredly looking tattered, he found out that there was a stain of blood on my vaginal, and after cleaning it up, he neatly arranged tissue paper inside to dried it up and possibly to avoid its visibility on both my skirt and my legs… He told me that I should count myself lucky for the fact that I gave my virginity which is the pride of my woman hood to a man I truly love; “Eloho, today you have proven a major test of your love to me that it knows known bound, today is a big day in your life, just as it is always a time for a every woman to experience what it takes to be a woman for the first time in every woman’s life; but Some women were not lucky enough to have shared that turning point with the man they truly feel as the ‘joy of their heart’. Some lost it all violently to ‘men of rape’, some were forced to loose it to men they have no iota feeling of love for due to financial reasons, some, ‘the true love’ they genuinely desire to share that love fantasy with does not come their way and they were left with no other options of life but to settle for anyone that comes their way which is always ‘the case of sometimes in life’; when reality falls upon a man he accept his fate the way it comes. Today is a day you will always remember, bad or good.”
After that he took some money and he went and bought novegine and some drugs which he gave me to take to relieve me of pains from the tear of the hymen, that when I got home I should try and sleep off. He saw me off that day for the very first time and he handed me over to my mum and personally explained to my mum that he was assisting me to solve some mathematical formulas and that was why I delayed and my mom then thank him; "thank you very much teacher, God bless you oh ehn"…
On Monday the following week, I went to school a fully vivacious woman with lots of fantasies known only to my heart. At least God had been so faithful to me that he had finally gave me the love of my life; the man I love so much with all my life, gentle and kind, humorous, his tantalizing smile, popular, a teacher, a graduate, most intriguing that is always bursting my head about him is that he is so intelligent, the most intelligent man I have ever seen and met in my entire life, my gem, and above all he is God fearing. He is someone I can empty the loneliness of my womb upon and share the fantasy of my heart with and guide me into the sacred secret place of my most high God.
On the third month of my relationship with the love of my life; I started throwing up, feeling eyes dazing, smooth ride afternoon sleeps and general body weakness. Trust my mum she always the first to observe such not to ‘talk of me of all people’ who is the apple of her eyes. After finishing cooking in one good evening like that I just drop the pot of soup out of fire and immediately I rushed out to the backyard to ‘thrown up’, my mother followed me up to the backyard to see why I ran outside in that manner and just for her to see me vomiting. “Oreva, what is the problem with you, come, come inside”, she held my hands and dragged me inside house, she raised my head up and look into my eyes, grabbed my breast, my mum flared up, “Oreva, who did this to you, eh, Chineke -mo, eh, this girl had kill me o, my enemies had seen me to laugh”, she quaked with low tone voice. “ Oreva, you can’t kill me, I’m your mother, I need the truth from you now, now before your daddy comes back or else you and I will put our legs inside the same trouser in this house at this moment before your daddy will kill me for your foolishness, who put this thing inside your tummy? I said who put that thing inside your stomach?” She roared as if I did not hear the first one. She went and carry a big stick, fuming as if she want to strike down a big snake, “I gave birth to you, I’m your mother, you can’t kill me, Oreva, before you kill me, I will kill you myself,” she complained furiously and raised the stick as if she wants to hit me with it, “are you not still talking?” She quaked with her hands still raised up, I know my mother at that point I know she can never let her reputation down before me, she will do everything in her disposal to prove to me that ‘an Okra can never one day grow taller than its owner’ and that means she will definitely hit me with that her big stick. I started fidgeting and crying; “mummy don’t kill me, mummy don’t kill me I will talk”, I cried and I felt for my mother, she had never raised her hand to hit me since I have grown up now, at least let me say as from J SS III till this SSS III now, my mother do respect me a lot, best of friends and partners, she even do bring both her personal and confidential issues before me and we do take decisions and share responsibilities for the outcomes of the decision we both took together; and now she had been so disappointed in me beyond her wildest imagination, it was like she didn’t see it coming, after all I was so many parents’ model to their daughters; and that was why I was crying not just because of her big stick she wanted to use for killing her big snake.
“Uncle Fame”, I said in a low tone. ‘Who is uncle Fame? “My economics master that accompany me when I came back home late sometimes ago. The one that teaches me mathematics, whom you were thanking that day for accompanying me back home.” And so what! My mother exclaimed, this children will not kill me o; hey, how can you people be teaching and learning mathematics the same time fucking each other o, hey what is our schools turning into o, how can student be seducing her own class teacher and teacher too go so low to be sleeping and making love with his own student? What are the children of nowadays turning our society into, hey, what an immoral degenerated society and generation we have? And you Oreva, you of all people, you that every parent uses as an example for their children could go so low to the extent of seducing your own class teacher to have sex with you, opening your legs so wide without a single fear and shame on you. This shame will not be upon me nor your father but upon your own head, you will face this shame in this community and everywhere you go. By the way, has the young man been notified of the pregnancy yet?” “I don’t know”, “what do you mean you don’t know, eh, Oreva”, I don’t know mummy, I said, I don’t know I’m pregnant”. I started sobbing, My mother said to me “get inside and dress up, we are going to the hospital now to carry out some test. I dressed up and we went to the hospital for a pregnancy test.
Three days later the result came out and it was true that I was really pregnant just to confirm my mother’s initial manual test. My mother asked me to invite him to our house so that we can hear from him what is in his mind, which I did but before them I have met with him and both of us had discussed it beforehand after my mother’s discovery, only we have different viewpoints. He tried and explained himself that he is not ready for now, base on the fact that he wants to further his education and still get himself established first before family responsibility while on my own side I was objecting to the idea of aborting the pregnancy reason being that I am the only child of my parents and if anything by mistakes happened to me that means I have carelessly wiped out the only hope of our family existence out of this world, but in the same time being somebody I respect so much with his views on issues in life in general, I was very tactical being careful not to insert my own points on him so that it wont seem as if I am the one forcing him to settle down. with that I behaved as if I fully agree with him. He took me to his friend who is a closed by pharmacist, they gave me some drugs to take right away there while others I should take home and used at home. The they asked me to take in right away there I put under my tongue and drank ordinary water, and after some minutes I asked his friend to show me his restroom that I am press and his friend quickly directed me to his restroom, there I spit out the chunks of those pills out of my mouth into the toilet and flushed them away, and the other ones I throw away on my way home.
My mother later invited him to our house to seek his opinion over the whole issue and he did not deny that he wasn’t the one that was responsible and the truth is that he really love me Eloho very much but it is just that the timing of the incident is coming when he wants to travel out to further his ambitions in the City. It was at that point of the discussion that my father came into the house and heard us that it is the pregnancy issue we were deliberating on and I don’t know what he overheard from his mouth and all of the sudden he just bashed into the parlor and started insulting him “ so you are the young man who is bold enough in this community to tie down my only child not to go to school and become a medical doctor, eh, ok, wait for me there let me go inside and come back for you, if you are still there in this house you will see what I will do to you, my dad went inside and carried his revolver, threatening, blistering lightening and marching thunders from the top of his upstairs’, and my mum rushed to my dad holding him and pacifying my dad, and I was kind of fidgeting for him and holding his hands and dragging him to run, but he was that a brave handsomely looking young man who was so full of himself to run; he looked at me, then at my dad and he went a away with an impression which I feel must be at a social disgust for the rich class whom he always complain of that ‘they always make a point to oppress those who they think are poor at every little opportunity that comes their way in our everyday human society’. And that happened to be the last time I will see him for a very longtime.
On the next day which was on Sunday, after the normal church service I went to his place to see him to know he is faring and to beg him over my dad's reaction on the previous night just to see a letter hung on the mosquitoes’ door net. I picked it up; on the envelope, my name was boldly inscribed on it; ‘Exclusive for My Dearest Eloho’, I curiously opened it immediately and ran through the content.
CHAPTER 3
A Letter to My Love, Oreva
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My dearest love, Eloho,
It is with heart full of burden and plenty of hard decisions to take that I leave this letter for you believing that you will need it when the time comes, though it might not necessarily relevant to you now, but tomorrow.
Decisions are hard to take but we must take them in order to progress forward in life; indecisions are far easier in order for one to sit on the fence but the world we are living is never created to be stagnated but in the highest speed of spherical movement. And lives that are created in it are designed to move onward in that same speed of spherical movement and never to be stagnated in one particular spot; but grow onward by times such as seconds by seconds, hours by hours, days by days, weeks by weeks, months by months and years by years till old age, start behaving and reacting like children again and go back to the same invisibilities we all came from. It is the same principles of independent decisions our God decided to create us independent sovereigns imbedded in us the universal principle of freedom to make choices, freedom to make decisions, freedom to move about, freedom to associate, freedom to speak, freedom to laugh, freedom to worship, freedom to eat and freedom to live life and so on and so forth…
I’m going away, to where I’m going to, I do not know, so do not bother to ask me to where and why did I not take you and the baby along, and my reasons of going away is the system. The system I mean is not the people, I know that my people need me, even more than ever before but I do not have what it takes to stand for them for now but tomorrow I will though not that so soon but a little longer and when I come back for them they will understand why I left them so impromptly and they will appreciate me. Oh! Do not get me twisted; the system I mean is neither you nor the baby but the poverty and the social injustice that surround our people…
Although I do not know anything in the world neither the covenant my mother had with God during my labor pains, but I do know that fighting for the good of my fellow human is like a curse upon my head, and if I intentionally mean no evil against you by going away, but unintentionally I do and as a sacrifice for the economic freedom, liberation and the general good of our people, then be rest assure that I leave you in the safe hands of the caring and protective almighty power of ‘LOVE’.
Yours forever love,
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Jerald.
Immediately I read through the letter, I felt a sharp headache on my head, with eyes dizzying and my tummy turned once, I curved downwards with one of my hands holding my tummy and the other one holding the step case rail to support myself while I sat slowly on the step case. I sat down to gather myself up as I was sweating, and after a while my body temperature calm down and the eyes dizziness stopped but my body was still so weak to go home immediately so I remained seated and I did not know when I slept of on the step case. It was his neighbor Joshua who was passing by to his own room that noticed my awkward positioning of my ill postured and walked towards me to wake me up. He asked me whether I’m ok and he should assist me home, I thanked him for his concerned but I told him I will be ok that he shouldn’t bothered that I will managed myself home. I rose while he assisted me up and I gathered myself up while I walked home slowly, it was like that brief sleep helped me to recovered easily because as I was walking home my body was freer unlike when I got the shock when my legs were seizing me. When I got home I just stretched the to my mum’s hand and as she collected it from my hand I just went straight to my room and lied straightaway on my bed and slept off. It was mum after reading through the letter and entered my room and saw me that I had already slept off who later gathered my legs and arranged my head well on pillow and as well kept the letter under my pillow. I woke up around 5:00pm, the sleep I started around 12:00noon. I walked up to the sitting room and I met my mum reading her bible, I just squat by her sides and relaxed my head on her laps while she was still reading her bible. “Mum, did you not read the letter?” I asked eagerly, “I did”; she answered while she marked the bible portion with the bible rope and closed it to address me. “My daughter, from what I have observed so far on this issue is, the hand of fate is crunching on you and there is nothing we can do about it right now than to accept it and move forward. All I can advise you as my daughter and as your mother as well as a more experienced than you is you have to grow strong to take care of your baby and face your school. Although combining school together with the upbringing of a baby is not that going to be funny as a single parent but we have no other choice it is your destiny; it is a crux we must carry in full earnest for your future to be straightened. “Will he come back to me?” I asked in a curious and innocent tone. “Yes he will; but as a changed man to a changed woman. He has gone to upgrade his life to his dreamed class and taste just as every other young men that are full of fantasy of life on the detriments of you and the baby and when he comes back if you too failed to upgrade yourself he will not remember that the condition that he puts you that degenerated into the slump he will later been seeing like. And that is the mistakes so many women make when they always think that they can sit down and wait for love to come to them without building themselves to be appreciated as crown of love. My dear, love needs to be grown into appreciative values, and in the other hand if one fails to grown love, it depreciates into irritabilities. What am trying to say is that, when he comes back he will not meet you in this community as an ordinary petty firewood seller or one old haggard looking peasant farmer but a determined African woman who refused to give in to life pressure and circumstances, rather chose to upgrade herself as a model to others by writing and passing your examinations and get admission into the university and come out good with a university degree and represent your family and this community at any capacity of life at that your value too must have been appreciated; an African woman who can rise to the task by challenging the men folk to setting moral standards and societal values for the sophisticated modern African child and the fast risen sophisticated computerized internet modern African society. I bet you my daughter; the proud and greedy African man who they are, you will be a pride to be every man’s daughter, daughter in-law and wife in this community, and his appreciation for your love will know no bound when he comes back; he will crawl on his kneel to have you back.” Thank you mum, you are really the best mum any child can think of having as mum in the world ma, you have made me to be strong mum, and I don’t know what I would have done without you, thank you mum.” I wrote my WAEC examinations and after 3 months the result came out and I got 5 CREDITS, 2 B and 2 D. And after nine moth’s pregnancy with all kinds of stress with a single pregnant student, I finally gave birth to a baby boy on Friday night at the community maternity health center, same day I lost my virginity to his father. I gave him FameJnr after his run away father while my father gave him Omonowoto, meaning ‘child of who owns land’. I enroll for Joint Admission and Matriculation Examination (JAMB), attending JAMB classes while caring for my son; I bathed him, knapping him, and breastfeed him in the morning before leaving him for my mummy to lectures. And when I come back from lectures immediately I finished taking lunch, I grabbed my already over waited love from my mum and I will start the usual lullabies and giggles; “come and suck my darling, my love, I know what your problem is, it is food, suck, suck, oya suck me the way your daddy used to suck me, like daddy like son, but don’t bite me o, and when you grow up you will be intelligent, popular, a graduate and be outspoken like your daddy. But you will not run away from your wife and your child like your daddy o; you will be a responsible son, I will go to university, work and trained you anywhere in the world”. Trust my dad with his usual man’s posing and pride; he will just walked into my room and will asked me, how you and the baby? I will say; “fine”, he will ask again and how are you coping with your lectures? I will repeat again, “fine”, he now finally remind me that his ultimate concern; “you know you must read very and pass all your exams and go to university and become a medical doctor, and don’t forget if you need anything always let me know”, “no problem dad and thank you sir”. His only problem in the whole world is me to go to university and become a medical doctor, wearing white and white in the community hospital here where he will always be seeing me so that he can be using me to proud for his fellow local urhoboh chiefs, and that is his greatest concerns not even his grandson who is his only male and second child. I wrote my JAMB examinations, pass my cut of marks and got admission into River’s State University, Port-Harcourt of Nigeria to read Biochemistry. After my graduations as a Biochemist and my National Youth Service Corpse at Ebonyi State, I went to stay with my uncle, uncle Ogbor in Lagos, Nigeria. There I got a job in Nigeria Breweries PLC as stocks clerk.
One day as I was in my office, my phone rang, I picked the call; “hello who is on the line?” I asked, “My name is Fame So-so, and are you Oreva?” “Yes I’m, how did you get my phone number?” “I have been following you up closely from a relative distant points, I have been back from the states for sometime now and I have been here and there, really busy with Hope Alive For The Poor; my pet non-profit organization (NGO) and I have been waiting for the best moment to reach out to you, so how are you and life in general? Only he explaining and asking questions as if I sent him message. “Fine we thank God, body dey where you left us”, “and what about the boy?” “Which boy,” “FameJnr my son”, “which son the one you wanted to kill through your abortion pills or the one abandoned with her mother to suffer, which one of them, in fact you don’t have any son with me, it is another man I born my son for” and you named him me, if I must confess I’m very proud of your courage to life, anyway that being by the side, we get to meet now that I’m finally back home”. “Meet who and which person son are talking about, are you the only one bearing Fame in the whole world in fact bye, bye”, I cut him off with pretest while I was so happy inside my mind like sugar. Meanwhile, then his son was with my parents in Warri, trust my dad with his pride; enroll him in one of the finest secondary school in Warri, ‘Delta Career College’. My dad doesn’t play with that man at all, in fact, he is my dad’s main man, he is my dad’s second child and only son, so long as my dad is concerned in this world, he is the son he never had before in his life.
I didn’t hear from him again for a while but meanwhile I’m big followers of his NGO’s seminars, summits and television reality show programmes across the states of the federation. He was so popular on TV with so much American swaggers, every woman’s killer, and sometimes I tell my fellow girlfriends that he is the father of my child because they would not allow me to talk before they will kill me that I’m a fool, his personality was just so much for the women and the average commoners who were seeing as a good person that can represent their interest at the government level some were even tipping him to contest for the post of the country’s presidency.
I came across a retrospect he wrote and published on the internet over the death of Pa Sir Noble Sylvester Obiuka Anayo (Ide Eze Afojulu) of Akwu-Kwu land.
Chapter 8
The Incorruptible Police Officer
I was on my way from Parkview estate, Ikoyi, I boarded a bus going to mile 2, inside the bus there was an argument between the bus driver and a guy who identified himself as a policeman, he was on mufti, the driver was arguing that the supposed policeman must pay him for his transport-fair while the policeman was insisting that he will not pay because he is holding his belt, he wore his trouser and besides the driver new who he was as a policeman. The argument drew the attention of both the garage taunts and passengers on board.
The garage taunts were trying to resolve the issue but the policeman insisted that there was no reason why he should come down from the motor neither pay money to anybody as long as he was the first officer who that got into the motor before any other officer that later entered.
The police man was saying that the bus driver knew who he was and the driver had just said that even at the front of their station at Onikan, he will not carry him, and if he knew him as a police officer why should him not wearing his uniform be the yardstick of not carry him even when the driver knew him as an officer.
The argument continued on till the other passengers in the bus urged the driver to kick on with the journey, but meanwhile the women in the bus continued the argument with the police officer that he is not a police officer that his appearance does not portray someone who is a force man, as it is in Nigeria pattern, everybody quotes the law, even when they do not know the tenet of the law they claim to be quoting. And their argument was that the officer, though, not just because he was on mufti but he looked rough, that he kept his biers and as force man he was not supposed to allow his biers and body appearance to look so un-kept if truly he was an officer, and in spite of the fact that he later waved his identity card to the older woman sitting closed to him who was the main person tackling him, they were not still convinced until they dragged the issue till where they committed themselves to the officer by further harassing him that if truly he is an officer then he is a disgraced to the Nigerian police force and the Nigerian nationhood.
It was like ever since we have been in the vehicle the man had not really seen a valid point to get back at those women and somehow being women it has been somehow difficult for him to use insulting words on them but immediately they used the words ‘disgrace to the Nigerian police force’, it was like something spanked on the officer’s brain to wake him up from slumber to reveal his real identity which he has been hiding ever since. “I’m not the one who is a disgraced to the Nigerian police force but it is your sons and daughters who take bribe along the road, in the street and in the offices that are disgrace, everybody knows me that I’m among a very few Nigerian police officer that don’t take bribe, I till the ground to plant cassava and yam with my bare hands to support my meager salary to take care of my family because I will not degrade my human integrity so low to the extent of collecting bribe from my fellow man to survive, whose sons and daughters among you here can allow himself or herself to pass through such an ordeal to make a living, I’m a graduate working as a police officer it is not as if I did not go to school but looking rough like this is the true reflection of a true Nigerian civil servant who does not take bribe outside his salary. “Your sons and daughters who live with fat bellies and fat (nyash) bottoms are criminals in uniform disguised claiming to be uniform officers in the street, they are the ones who are a disgrace to this country not myself who has sacrificed both my convenience and my family wellbeing in abject poverty in midst of many just for an exemplary life of integrity that aught to be ashamed. At least it is not all men are born to dignify the devil for a mere human success by being corrupt; some of us are born to vilify the devil by being anti-corruption crusader even if it takes enduring under a very dismal circumstances just like some of us are”. And the man kept on bemoaning the state of the Nigerian corrupt system from the leadership to the followership that is engrossed in corruption epidemic.
The man continued in lambasting everybody in general terms, the system and the Nigerian structure until that particular woman and some other women started pacifying the man; “e don do, weti self, you be woman self, talk not dey tire you?” And he retorted, “no, I don’t get tired, why should I get tire, that is what I’m trained for, we do argued in court under cross examinations from lawyers, when we are in defense of our investigation reports as an investigating officer of a case (I.P.O), I can talk throughout the day and I wouldn’t get tired”.
What caught my attention and even amazed me most was that all of the sudden, the woman changed her tone from that of the antagonist she stood at the initial time to that of pity and sympathy; “my son but how do you live, what about your family, how do they cope? I’m sorry my son, it is the bad country that we are living that caused it, no one trust his or her fellow person anymore if not I wouldn’t have attacked you like that at the first instance.” But the man kept on yelling at the political systems, the failing structures, the institutions and the ruin corruption had imploded on the integral part of our core values; “it has become a cancan-worm that had eaten deep into our human nucleus , I wish it does not become a part of our culture”, he asserted .
When we got to Liverpool, the woman got down and say the usual poor man’s prayer; my son, don’t get angry with me again, you hear, God will see us through and He will reward you for both your integrity and all your hard-working effort, you hear me my son”, she repeated as if the man was deaf.
Immediately the woman got down the man did not talk again, and the entire bus became extremely quiet except the voice of the bus conductor who was announcing bus-stops; Tincan-Island, Trinity, Wema, Sun-Rise, Under-bridge”, until we got to Mile-2, which was the final Bus-Stop.
At Mile-2, when everybody had come down and we were waiting for the driver to give us our change, then, I took a critical look at the police officer again as he was adjusting the police trousers he wore, the police belt he carried on his shoulder maybe for self identity, he wore ordinary black long-sleeves shirt, he carried Sacco-bag and a 5 liter gallon maybe for fuel. I then saw what made that woman changed her tone to that of pity and sympathy for the man immediately he said that he doesn’t take bribe from people, so he does not have anything to be ashamed for, for looking rough unlike how a policeman supposed to look like. At that point, answers to those statements were obvious to me. I shook my head and sigh with heart full of thoughts; how will hard-working men and men of integrity go on in this country with the way things are going right now as every fabric and structure of our country’s system are based on corruption? My questions remained unanswered in my heart as I collected my change from the driver and went away.
The Marriage From God
One day without even calling me to inform me ahead of time he just paid me a surprise visit with his large security entourage accompanying him wherever place he goes. I was surprised with his shocking visit because I did not know how he got my address. Then I was living in my official apartment in my company’s staff’s estate in Victoria Island, Lagos. “How did you get to know here?” I started with my usual bragging, “can I get inside baby mama?” At least just to give him some curtsy and not to betray myself as a rude girl, I asked him to coming inside. Meanwhile he left both his securities and protocols officers at the cars. “He was always so charming and charismatic, I can’t even stand to resist him, and his personality always overwhelmed me. At the end we talked things over after several American swaggers, explanations and apologies. He told me had bought a house for me to move in at ‘Vitoria Garden City’ so that I can move out of the company’s quarter as we begin arrangement for our marriage immediately.
We finally did our marriage at Agbarho, my hometown at my father’s compound in Ughele north local government area of Delta State. It was a weeklong marriage ceremony that attracted people from all works of life; his friends from the political arena that I have not even dreamt of meeting one on one in real life, his business associates and NGO partners abroad and my Nigeria Breweries’ family all jam-packed in a weeklong societal marriage.
The joy of my family that day knew known bound, trust my father as he and his fellow Urhobo chiefs were parading themselves before their visiting in-laws and guest as the lords of the cabal and my mother with her women wings were dancing and jubilating with their uniform rapper around the whole town as if they were celebrating an arrival of a king to is throne. It was really a thing of joy and pride to the entire community due to the level dignitaries; some are even government functionaries that used that singular occasion to have visited our ancient community of Agbarho kingdom.
My ordeal in the journey of love is a true life reflection of one of my favorite quote from Fame Ufuoma Agidife, my idol; “On the stretched hold of evil we pass through the abyss of terrorism, vampires and human carcasses; but suddenly our HOPE comes ALIVE as we saw a ray of God’s light radiating upon our faces in the utter darkness of the night.” At last I have gotten marriage to the love of my life. ‘Baba God I thank you o.’
Child-hood Love:
The first time I met with OVO.
It was night time around 7:30 to 8:00 pm, sometime around October 2007. The meeting was brief, timid, Childish but lifetime memorable.
It was on Sunday, immediately after our local Jehovah’s Witnesses congregation meetings, I went straight to our house and drop my bag and I went straight to my friend’s place, Mrs Ajiri Akpebe, popularly called ‘Mama Oreva’ whom they both lived together in the same one Ayero Drive, in Enerhen Community, Warri, Delta-State. And I waited there till exactly 7:30 pm and I left there for her house.
I smashed the padlock on the burglary-ion protector severally and her Dad answered, but her Mom came out to open the burglary-proof at the balcony for me, and I greeted her; “miguo Mommy”, ‘Miguo, Eguo or Diguo’ is our traditional way of greeting an older person in both our local Urhobo and Isoko dialect. I enter the parlor where her Dad and Mom were relaxing before she came out to open the door for me. I greeted her Dad, ‘Miguo Dady’, and he answered, “vredo, Famous, mavor”, in a cool warmed elderly Man voice in his usual receptive smiles towards me, and I said; “fine Daddy”, smilingly, while I sat at his opposite direction on the round arranged quenching chairs in the sitting room. He asked me about my elder brother, Izrel and his family, and I said; “they are all fine Daddy”. His wife later joined us after locking both the burglary proof and the door.
My visit at that night was significantly different from my usual visits; firstly, though, the old man opened his house for me to enter freely at anytime, I hardly visited that late hours of the day. Secondly, my objective of visiting, was never in anyway related to co-operative issues with the old man, neither was it on my usual family’s friendship visit but it was purely on love proposal to the last-born of the old man’s children, Ogheneovo.
He asked me about the previous co-operative meeting, which himself was unavoidably absent, and I shortly briefed him issues discussed on the agenda and the number of people that turned up for the meeting. “But, that is not why I come daddy”, I diverted. “Ok, is there something we are to discuss”? He seek in his usual calmly manner. “Not really, daddy, it is just that I want to see Ovo”. “Ovo, she just passed to her room now immediately before you enter the parlor, she may even be hearing us in the room, wait let her mother her call her out”. He then used Urhobo to ask his wife to go inside and call her. The old woman went inside, Ovo, behaved as if she had slept; “Ovo, Ovo”, she called her twice, “when did you come to bed when you are behaving as if you have slept, are you not hearing brother Famous voice in the parlor, get up, get up ‘jare’ Famous said; he want to see you”, she shouted on her. Ovo, responded; “tell him I have slept”. “Which can yeye sleep you don sleep, nobe na you come inside room, get up jor”. She bullied her up from the bed, and Ovo got out of the room and passed through the parlor to the washing hand basing at the dinning section to wash her face, and as was passing by,
She greeted me; “good evening”, and I responded, good evening, Ovo, how na”, “fine”, she answered as she walked strait. After washing her face, she came back to the parlor and walked to the balcony through the exit door, as if to wait for me outside there. I excused her dad; “thank you very much daddy, let me see her up, sir. “It’s all right, my dear, no problem”, and I followed her, we walked outside the gate, I urged her we should take a step further, she complained her father will talk, that it is late already. And I said it’s ok.
On that night, I can still remember clearly in my head and eyes still visualizing the picture of what she wore that night; a short kaki pants with a purple color polo, she did not wear brazier, her breasts were waving towards my eyes, ‘it was a knight full of a romantic swaggers for me’.
“Ovo, I have come to say thank you. You remember that day I took you to commissioner’s wife to teach her children at home lesson, you said something that day that got me inspired. If you can still remember when I asked you why you decided to choose Port-Harcourt University as your first choice of institute in spite of the discrimination admission policy against non-indigenes of Rivers by the school authority. You said; “but that does not stop others from attending the school after all for the fact that people do die in water does not stop others from drinking water”. And that singular statement though that was not first time of hearing it, but considering it from your own angle, the level of your determination to achieving success against all odds at your age was something change my perception towards my own life personal struggle for good, and today if they are to mention people who have made a positive change and influence on their fellow humans in their environment am to be counted as one. And I own a lot to you because that singular conversation actually bolsters my courage to confront my closest fears unknowingly to you. So, Ovo, I have come to say a big thank you to you for a statement well made to me at the right time, so, I say thank you, thank you very much…
Ovo: No problem, you are welcome. But is that all the reason why you came to wake me up from bed at this time of the night? She asked why she clapped her hands…
I responded: No, not t just that, let’s get a straight line; Ovo, will you be my fiancée?
Ovo: She paused for a while, while I waited, “Let me say that am not ready for such right now, I have just gotten admission and I will soon be going to school and that is what is on the top of my agenda right now…” She said while she joined her hands together on her chest.
I responded: What if I should wait for you, after all I still have my project on my hand that am still working on, and that means we are on even path…
Ovo: Till then. But don’t bring up this issue again. She stated. Agreed, but as the bible said; out of the abundant of the heart the mouth speaketh, and if my heart got filled up and I decided to speak, I hope you will not get me crucified, I responded back.
Ovo: Why should I get you crucified, after all if you have something in your heart bothering you and you allow it remain there, then it died in you and it will have no effect.
Ovo, I’m really sorry for whatever inconvenience I might have caused you for waking you up from your bed at time and I also thank you very much for given me your time to express myself.
No problem you are welcome, she said. Thank Daddy and Mummy for me and have a nice night, bye, and bye. I concluded and left.
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A LETTER TO MY DEAR OVO
House 3, Ekpiwhre Drive,
Enerhen, Warri,
Delta-State,
01-03-2007.
My Dear Ovo,
It is my utmost pleasure to write you matters concerning the state of the heart once more again. I beg for your indulgence for my primitive and awkward manner of expression in this more advance technological civilized World of ours. The choice of my pen to romance feelings in your heart is motivated by your undiluted natural beauty as a true African queen.
The World sees your shinning beauty as a centre of attraction and lure, but I see an essence of nature in a full exemplified monument.
The World sees your cranking nature as a snub but I see it as a full confidence of nature resisting unlikable elements from its natural surface.
The day I lost my argument to over the examination focus text book in literature which Eguono sent you to collect from me , that day I did not only lost my heart beat to you without your notice.
The day I saw you taking your mum to the hospital, I did not only admire your leadership quality but I admire you as a phenomenon.
My greatest happiness on earth right now is that I did not only admire a phenomenon like you but I was brave enough to have expressed and proposed my heart desire to angel.
You are more righteous than I do; a poor unrighteous man I am. I do not feel any regret for loving you as the love of my life; even if I die today and come back to this World I Will continue to love you, even in the World beyond my love you will never get cold.
Ovo, I love you and I will continue to be connected to you like the mental physical law of compass.
Yours ever undying love,
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Rex.
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