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 Romance › Dinner For Two (18+) by Akukom(op): 10:05am On Oct 18, 2018*. Modified: 12:44pm On Oct 18, 2018 |
She looked lovely in her red dress. It contrasted nicely with her dark skin and alluring eyes. Her hair, spilled down her back in tight juicy curls. “I swear, she’ll be mine”, I vowed to myself. Dinner was a lovely affair. She laughed at my stupid jokes and told stories in a captivating way. In fact, everything that came out her mouth sounded like music to my ears. We walked out of the restaurant like a couple, holding hands and giggling like teenagers. “Would you like to come back home with me?” I asked. I saw hesitation in her eyes but it quickly passed. “Sure, why not?” She replied. I escorted her to my car, held open the door for her, and once she had settled in, closed it lightly after her. I went to the driver’s side and started the car, grinning at her. I drove slowly. Wanting to savour every moment with her and thinking of ways I would seduce her once we arrived at my house. We made easy conversation, about her cat, the night’s amiable weather and other mundane things. My neighborhood was quiet, which was not unsual. My apartment was the last house on the street. The building had two flats but my neighbor downstairs had gone on vacation with his wife. “You have a lovely house”, I heard her sing-song voice say behind me. “Thank you”, I said. “Make yourself at home.” I intoned charmingly. “Would you like a glass of water?”. “Sure”, she said. I brought in one glass of water for her from the kitchen and turned on the television. A romantic movie was airing, which was perfect for my plans. I took off my tie and shoes, rolled my sleeves and sat on the couch. Taking a cue from me, she took off her shoes and jacket and sat next to me, tucking her feet under her. By the time the credits for the movie was rolling on the screen, we were kissing passionately. My shirt was.. Full Story: https://akukom.com/dinner-for-two/ Source: www.akukom.com cc: lalasticlala, Rocktation, farano |
| Literature › A Walk In Lagos by Akukom(op): 9:04pm On Oct 17, 2018 |
I try to be in tune with my ancestors-who were in tune with nature, by looking at the sky, like they would have, to predict the weather. The sky, blue, scudding with light clouds, seem to hold promise of a hot day. I later learned that a clear blue sky in Lagos can betray you, and your ancestors. Of all the times to start raining, it was when I was almost at my bus stop the rain started. If I didn’t know any better I would have said it was stalking me, waiting for me to come out since I had been indoors for about two weeks. The rain started pelting the bus, its windshield, sliding down its window, hitting the ground and coming up in splashes, people were running for shelter, feet splashing water; I saw a girl with a tray of groundnut on her head holding it with her two hands, running, I wondered if the groundnut would taste different after the rained soaked it. I looked at them in their rush to avoid getting wet; the blue sky had fooled everyone. I alighted at my bus stop, and ran into a filling station I saw close by. Under the forecourt were others taking shelter from the rain. There were four fuel attendants standing by each pump. One of the attendant looked at us like we were a nuisance; may be if she could help it she would have told us not to come under the forecourt and go somewhere else. May be she blamed us more and the rain less for not yet meeting her quota for the day. I imagined if she were in our shoes, it could have been her running under the rain looking for cover. Here I was, disappointed by the rain, I had actually stepped in a puddle of water and anytime I moved my feet, my sneakers squelched water; my body was dripping wet, and what struck me the most was the look on the attendant. A sport utility vehicle drove into the fuel station, and the attendant with the mean look waved and waved her hand to draw the attention of the driver but the car went towards another fuel pump. She looked at us again, eyeing us; eyes saying “make this rain do finish make una commot for here, una just de make person de lose customers. The rain subsided and I stepped out from under the forecourt. And I took a left turn unto Commercial Avenue. At the beginning of the street were yellow buses parked. A conductor, with unbuttoned shirt, ebony stomach was screaming the destinations of the buses.There were puddles on different parts of the street. Despite the wetness, the street was busy; It definitely was a Commercial Avenue: People were lined on either side of the road. There were people selling stuff in trays, wheelbarrows, kiosks and buckets; others buying the merchandise, others walking past me and other just sitting or standing outside enjoying watching people or the scene. The last group, immobile, stared at passersby like virtual people stepping out of a television screen, an invasive, almost daring look, as if to question your realness. One staring at me, got an equally rude look were I squeezed my nose looking at him like filth. I kept turning back to see if he would come and punch me. This clustered street, with plastic bags and container, littered Stagnant slimy green water in the gutter, which was filled and channeling unto the road. Foul stench. The brown roofs on old houses with paints peeling, and windows that had torn mosquito nets and missing louvers surrounded by fences with broken bottles in them. I looked around. This did not seem like a place a cinema would be located. I looked at my phone again. I knew it; wrong street. I made my way back, retracing my steps like someone who lost a key. I was back at the junction with the Filling Station to my right. I walked straight, crossing the intersection unto the other side, this time checking my phone constantly to be sure. Now, I didn’t need the map anymore I could see the billboard of the Ozone cinema. It was the street directly opposite the one I was just coming from. This street was well spaced and clean with tall corporate buildings behind well structured and painted fences and occasionally flowers, and trees. I had won the movie ticket which I had in my pockets, by answering some questions about history on the radio. I won a movie ticket to watch the Crazy Rich Asians. The movie was interesting. It was one of those romance movies, which after watching you wish you were a billionaire in love. I and Sheler had been fighting for a while now. Threw her phone at me.... Full Story: https://akukom.com/a-walk-in-lagos/ Source: www.akukom.com cc: lalasticlala , Mynd44, Tgirl4real, Divepen1, Obinnau |
| Literature › Sister Nene by Akukom(op): 5:36pm On Oct 16, 2018 |
Ma swore the day sister set foot outside the gates and into her new home in such an odd part of the ghettos where we lived, that she should never be called her mother again, and that the gods should curse anyone who did so with leprosy and after 7 days of torture, or death by lightening. I knew that she was serious. But I also knew that none of that would happen. So whenever I go to visit my sister in Sungela, I try to persuade her that Ma, our mother, wouldn’t hurt her. I still try to tell her that Papi is doing fine. Last week I even smuggled his birthday picture at four from late last year, to assure her that he is alive and well. She just stared at the picture deeply. And for a second I hoped it would juggle her memory. Then she burst into laughter and continued dancing. My heart grew heavy, but I tried not to cry in her presence. ******** “Ma! Ma! the Nkashi is look at me when I was come back home” Papi hurries to our mother, having barely removed his shoes. “Eeh…is that my little sunshine?” Only the sound of Papi make her glow with so much joy. “Yes ma. Ma! The nkashi is look at me today” His tries to manage his fast drying breathe. “But I run away. I run fast from nkashi” “Eh! You did!”, she cuddles him in her thick frame. “Nkashi…?” I whisper loud enough for only Ma to hear. She quietly turns from Papi and looks at me, her eyes squinting with a slight suggestion of anger. “Ma, I want food. I want moi-moi.” Then she quickly turns back to answer her son. “Ah! my Papi want’s mummy to make him moi-moi. And mummy will do that. Go take off your clothes eh?” she continues in a jolly voice without glancing back at me. Dinner was anything but quiet. Papi had a lot of stories to tell, as usual. Today, his teacher brought him out and presented him as the pupil of the week for the 3rd time this term. “Ah! My Papi is a very brilliant boy”, ma said as she leaned over and blessed him with a peck on the forehead. She smiles so much so that it is as though her lips would tear through the sides and reach up to her ear lobes. At least Papi always has a way of making her feel a sense of achievement on the subject of motherhood, and of restoring youth and joy to her pseudo-morphed self. At only 39, she looks way past the years of a grand-parent. I often pity her. But I pity myself the most because I am often led to think I am the only normal person from this family. Pa is a run-away father, nomadic in matters of marital fidelity. Ma has faded in beauty and character due to a dead marriage and its consequences. Papi is under-aged and ignorant. And sister Nene is now an outcast. It is one thing to undergo a terrible fate, and another to be a spectator, unable to salvage anyone or anything from the mess. The latter being more terrible, was my portion in the sharing of roles. I feel I am normal because I have managed to suffer this incapacity and still remain psychologically sound. While I try to focus on doing my assignment, I subconsciously recall my visit to Sungela today. I brighten up as the images of my cheerful sister flood my mind. How excited she was when she saw the wraps of ogi and bread that I bought for her. I knew she would like them, so I used my transport fare to get her the food. I couldn’t have been more satisfied, irrespective of the fact that I had to walk the whole way home. Sister looked happier today compared to most other days. I tried talking her into coming back home, but she only stared back with a twist in her face, like I was spitting jargons. Then she jumped up and started to sing. She sings a lot. And she does it with fervor that is sourced from the depths of her heart, jumping suddenly and making gestures. I try not to be rude so I smile back and rock along to the chaotic melody, sometimes clapping just to encourage her. Whenever she notices my enthusiasm, on other days like this, she usually gathers more gusto into her performance. And since it is her only means of entertaining guests- of which I remain the only physical, and human one at the same time -she does it with such a rush of passion and excitement. Unlike most other nkashis, she doesn’t assault or scare people. She just minds her own business, singing and dancing and frisking around. I still don’t know how she sources for food. But I try to dismiss the idea of it being from the most ridiculous places. The only thing I re-echoed back to myself as I walked back home were the words, “Papi is not dead. He didn’t die that day, He didn’t. Papi is not dead sister Nene, Papi is not dead….” It was 4 years ago, on one cool Sunday evening when Pa came home late, drunk as usual.... Full story: https://akukom.com/sister-nene/ Source: www.akukom.com cc: lalasticlala, Obinnau, Divepen1 |
| TV/Movies › Sister Nene by Akukom(op): 5:17pm On Oct 16, 2018 |
Ma swore the day sister set foot outside the gates and into her new home in such an odd part of the ghettos where we lived, that she should never be called her mother again, and that the gods should curse anyone who did so with leprosy and after 7 days of torture, or death by lightening. I knew that she was serious. But I also knew that none of that would happen. So whenever I go to visit my sister in Sungela, I try to persuade her that Ma, our mother, wouldn’t hurt her. I still try to tell her that Papi is doing fine. Last week I even smuggled his birthday picture at four from late last year, to assure her that he is alive and well. She just stared at the picture deeply. And for a second I hoped it would juggle her memory. Then she burst into laughter and continued dancing. My heart grew heavy, but I tried not to cry in her presence. ******** “Ma! Ma! the Nkashi is look at me when I was come back home” Papi hurries to our mother, having barely removed his shoes. “Eeh…is that my little sunshine?” Only the sound of Papi make her glow with so much joy. “Yes ma. Ma! The nkashi is look at me today” His tries to manage his fast drying breathe. “But I run away. I run fast from nkashi” “Eh! You did!”, she cuddles him in her thick frame. “Nkashi…?” I whisper loud enough for only Ma to hear. She quietly turns from Papi and looks at me, her eyes squinting with a slight suggestion of anger. “Ma, I want food. I want moi-moi.” Then she quickly turns back to answer her son. “Ah! my Papi want’s mummy to make him moi-moi. And mummy will do that. Go take off your clothes eh?” she continues in a jolly voice without glancing back at me. Dinner was anything but quiet. Papi had a lot of stories to tell, as usual. Today, his teacher brought him out and presented him as the pupil of the week for the 3rd time this term. “Ah! My Papi is a very brilliant boy”, ma said as she leaned over and blessed him with a peck on the forehead. She smiles so much so that it is as though her lips would tear through the sides and reach up to her ear lobes. At least Papi always has a way of making her feel a sense of achievement on the subject of motherhood, and of restoring youth and joy to her pseudo-morphed self. At only 39, she looks way past the years of a grand-parent. I often pity her. But I pity myself the most because I am often led to think I am the only normal person from this family. Pa is a run-away father, nomadic in matters of marital fidelity. Ma has faded in beauty and character due to a dead marriage and its consequences. Papi is under-aged and ignorant. And sister Nene is now an outcast. It is one thing to undergo a terrible fate, and another to be a spectator, unable to salvage anyone or anything from the mess. The latter being more terrible, was my portion in the sharing of roles. I feel I am normal because I have managed to suffer this incapacity and still remain psychologically sound. While I try to focus on doing my assignment, I subconsciously recall my visit to Sungela today. I brighten up as the images of my cheerful sister flood my mind. How excited she was when she saw the wraps of ogi and bread that I bought for her. I knew she would like them, so I used my transport fare to get her the food. I couldn’t have been more satisfied, irrespective of the fact that I had to walk the whole way home. Sister looked happier today compared to most other days. I tried talking her into coming back home, but she only stared back with a twist in her face, like I was spitting jargons. Then she jumped up and started to sing. She sings a lot. And she does it with fervor that is sourced from the depths of her heart, jumping suddenly and making gestures. I try not to be rude so I smile back and rock along to the chaotic melody, sometimes clapping just to encourage her. Whenever she notices my enthusiasm, on other days like this, she usually gathers more gusto into her performance. And since it is her only means of entertaining guests- of which I remain the only physical, and human one at the same time -she does it with such a rush of passion and excitement. Unlike most other nkashis, she doesn’t assault or scare people. She just minds her own business, singing and dancing and frisking around. I still don’t know how she sources for food. But I try to dismiss the idea of it being from the most ridiculous places. The only thing I re-echoed back to myself as I walked back home were the words, “Papi is not dead. He didn’t die that day, He didn’t. Papi is not dead sister Nene, Papi is not dead….” It was 4 years ago, on one cool Sunday evening when Pa came home late, drunk as usual.... Full story: https://akukom.com/sister-nene/ Source: www.akukom.com cc: lalasticlala, Obinnau, Divepen1 |
| TV/Movies › How Do I Know He Loves Me? (true Story) by Akukom(op): 8:20pm On Oct 15, 2018 |
First of all, I’m tired. I’m tired of being insecure. I’m tired of second guessing myself and everyone around me. I’m tired of overthinking and over analyzing every scenario and situation. I’m tired of pretending that everything is fine. I’m tired. Now that I’ve established how tiresome my life is, let me go straight to the point. My boyfriend is really a great guy. He cares for me, he takes care of me financially and otherwise. He’s smart and handsome and generous and every girls’ dream. Herein lies the dilemma. He seems too good to be true. I’m a naturally distrustful and cynical person. And before you think it, no. I’ve never been hurt by a guy or cheated on or lied to. I guess it’s just something I was born with. I always feel like I’m being lied to. I never take words at face value (always looking for underlying meaning) and I don’t expect much from anybody. But when I met this man, I wanted to change. I wanted to believe in someone. To rely on another person. I WANTED to. But it’s harder than I thought it would be. Opening my self up. To be used and casted away. Being vulnerable. I’m shuddering just thinking about giving soneone that much power over me. So when he said he loved me, I did what any sane girl would do. I said I loved him too but I didn’t trust him. Lol. And then I found out that I actually wanted him to love me. It’ll be nice. Being with someone because you can’t forget about them. Your every waking thoughts involve them. Their smile lightens up your day. Their mood affects yours. So what is the problem you might ask? Well…when do I know for sure? O keep thinking about that Whitney Houston’s song, “How will I know”. Humans are so deceptive and manipulative. Infact, asides from Snakes and Foxes...... Full Story: https://akukom.com/how-will-i-know-he-loves-me/ Source: www.akukom.com |
| Literature › How Do I Know He Loves Me? (true Story) by Akukom(op): 8:15pm On Oct 15, 2018 |
First of all, I’m tired. I’m tired of being insecure. I’m tired of second guessing myself and everyone around me. I’m tired of overthinking and over analyzing every scenario and situation. I’m tired of pretending that everything is fine. I’m tired. Now that I’ve established how tiresome my life is, let me go straight to the point. My boyfriend is really a great guy. He cares for me, he takes care of me financially and otherwise. He’s smart and handsome and generous and every girls’ dream. Herein lies the dilemma. He seems too good to be true. I’m a naturally distrustful and cynical person. And before you think it, no. I’ve never been hurt by a guy or cheated on or lied to. I guess it’s just something I was born with. I always feel like I’m being lied to. I never take words at face value (always looking for underlying meaning) and I don’t expect much from anybody. But when I met this man, I wanted to change. I wanted to believe in someone. To rely on another person. I WANTED to. But it’s harder than I thought it would be. Opening my self up. To be used and casted away. Being vulnerable. I’m shuddering just thinking about giving soneone that much power over me. So when he said he loved me, I did what any sane girl would do. I said I loved him too but I didn’t trust him. Lol. And then I found out that I actually wanted him to love me. It’ll be nice. Being with someone because you can’t forget about them. Your every waking thoughts involve them. Their smile lightens up your day. Their mood affects yours. So what is the problem you might ask? Well…when do I know for sure? O keep thinking about that Whitney Houston’s song, “How will I know”. Humans are so deceptive and manipulative. Infact, asides from Snakes and Foxes...... Full Story: https://akukom.com/how-will-i-know-he-loves-me/ Source: www.akukom.com |
| TV/Movies › Before 25 (true Story) by Akukom(op): 4:11pm On Oct 14, 2018 |
Welcome to my corner of the Blog. I’ll be starting my piece here by reposting my piece on depression and my possible healing method. It can work for you too. I have been away for a while, avoiding people and cutting ties with most people except those I feel are in the inner circle and silently engrossed in social media. During these times, I’ve fallen into depression, fought a lot of negative thoughts, feeling sorry for myself, comparing myself with others and thought about what I should have done differently. During these period, I found out somethings. I am not alone. A lot of people fall in these category, everybody wants to do better, even those we thought are where we want to be still wish to be us. I learnt the more we are thankful of where we find ourselves at a particular time, the more we enjoy our time. Presently, I looked back and review my life in this past year, and realized I should be happier. What is the reason behind my healing? Well, I feel better now, not because I’ve gotten richer or attain more progress. But because I’ve seen reasons to be happier. I never felt it is a privilege to be alive, I mean it’s nothing special. A lot of people are alive. But then again, a lot of people are dead. I had a short conversation with a friend some days ago. A friend I admire so much, I felt he was doing better. So when he said he’s depressed, I was like, what possibly could be the cause, you are getting it right. Then he asked me a simple question. “ Shey your Marle never call you in the past 5 days ni, lol. Who call me?” It was a big wake up call. His mum passed on some months ago, mine just... Continue: https://akukom.com/before-25/ Source: www.akukom.com cc: lalasticlala, Obinnau, Divepen1,prof800, Briareos, UjSizzle |
| Literature › Before 25 (true Story) by Akukom(op): 3:21pm On Oct 14, 2018 |
Welcome to my corner of the Blog. I’ll be starting my piece here by reposting my piece on depression and my possible healing method. It can work for you too. I have been away for a while, avoiding people and cutting ties with most people except those I feel are in the inner circle and silently engrossed in social media. During these times, I’ve fallen into depression, fought a lot of negative thoughts, feeling sorry for myself, comparing myself with others and thought about what I should have done differently. During these period, I found out somethings. I am not alone. A lot of people fall in these category, everybody wants to do better, even those we thought are where we want to be still wish to be us. I learnt the more we are thankful of where we find ourselves at a particular time, the more we enjoy our time. Presently, I looked back and review my life in this past year, and realized I should be happier. What is the reason behind my healing? Well, I feel better now, not because I’ve gotten richer or attain more progress. But because I’ve seen reasons to be happier. I never felt it is a privilege to be alive, I mean it’s nothing special. A lot of people are alive. But then again, a lot of people are dead. I had a short conversation with a friend some days ago. A friend I admire so much, I felt he was doing better. So when he said he’s depressed, I was like, what possibly could be the cause, you are getting it right. Then he asked me a simple question. “ Shey your Marle never call you in the past 5 days ni, lol. Who call me?” It was a big wake up call. His mum passed on some months ago, mine just... Continue: https://akukom.com/before-25/ Source: www.akukom.com cc: lalasticlala, Obinnau, Divepen1 |
| Literature › The Embarrassment (TRUE STORY) by Akukom(op): 10:56pm On Oct 11, 2018 |
This story is one that always makes me cringe whenever I remember it. Omg!!!!!! I can never forget that day in my life. The only reason I share this story is because it makes people laugh. This happened in the year 2012. I was on industrial training at Mopson Pharmaceutical Company, Lagos, Nigeria. It was an interesting experience and apparently, that was my first year in Lagos. On this faithful day, work went fine and smooth. Nothing at all went wrong. My body system was perfect. Work for that day ended by 5pm. I parked my notepad, my laptop and everything I came to work with then left the office. i was taking a walk to the bus stop with two other female friends. Few minutes to the stop, I felt this irregular rumble in my stomach. I ignored and kept walking and talking. The rumble came again and this time it went from my stomach down to my bowel. My Lord!!! I was going to have diarrhoea!! Noooooooooo!!!! WHAT!!! I began sweating like I was being chased by the police. I quickly dismissed my friends without telling them what was happening to me at that moment. The first bus I saw, I quickly joined without thinking of the price the “conductor” was asking for. It was higher than the usual price but I didn’t care because to me, it was a life/death experience. While I was in the bus, I was sweating profusely. The lady sitting beside me was so concerned about the young man who was vibrating and sweating beside her she had to ask “is everything okay, are you alright?” I replied “Yes Ma, I’m fine. Thank you”. She said “Okay’ and turned to.. Full Story: https://akukom.com/the-embarrassment/ Source: www.akukom.com cc dani1luv, Ben13 , lalasticlala |
| Jokes Etc › The Embarrassment (FUNNY TRUE STORY) by Akukom(op): 12:47pm On Oct 11, 2018 |
This story is one that always makes me cringe whenever I remember it. Omg!!!!!! I can never forget that day in my life. The only reason I share this story is because it makes people laugh. This happened in the year 2012. I was on industrial training at Mopson Pharmaceutical Company, Lagos, Nigeria. It was an interesting experience and apparently, that was my first year in Lagos. On this faithful day, work went fine and smooth. Nothing at all went wrong. My body system was perfect. Work for that day ended by 5pm. I parked my notepad, my laptop and everything I came to work with then left the office. i was taking a walk to the bus stop with two other female friends. Few minutes to the stop, I felt this irregular rumble in my stomach. I ignored and kept walking and talking. The rumble came again and this time it went from my stomach down to my bowel. My Lord!!! I was going to have diarrhoea!! Noooooooooo!!!! WHAT!!! I began sweating like I was being chased by the police. I quickly dismissed my friends without telling them what was happening to me at that moment. The first bus I saw, I quickly joined without thinking of the price the “conductor” was asking for. It was higher than the usual price but I didn’t care because to me, it was a life/death experience. While I was in the bus, I was sweating profusely. The lady sitting beside me was so concerned about the young man who was vibrating and sweating beside her she had to ask “is everything okay, are you alright?” I replied “Yes Ma, I’m fine. Thank you”. She said “Okay’ and turned to.. Full Story: https://akukom.com/the-embarrassment/ Source: www.akukom.com cc dani1luv, Ben13 , lalasticlala |
| TV/Movies › Lump In My Breasts?(true Story) by Akukom(op): 4:13pm On Oct 10, 2018 |
October is breast cancer awareness month and I will like to tell a story about when I found a lump in my breast. I’ve never been a sickly child. Never hospitalized or been ill for more than a week (except when I had chicken pox, ewwww), so imagine my horror and disbelief when my breast examination revealed a lump. You see, I was just 18 years old but two years before then, my grandma passed away from breast cancer. She was the sweetest human and I couldn’t believe someone so close to me could have cancer. I’m from Nigeria, so not only is the health sector in shambles, most citizens can’t afford healthcare so we all just wish all our diseases away or take herbal concoctions. She was in constant pain but she absolutely refused to see a doctor. “We can’t afford it. I’ll be fine in a few day, I just need to take my ‘medicine’. My pastor said…” till it got worse. She eventually acquiesced but it was too late. She died the night before her mastectomy. So I knew all about cancer. At least I thought I did. So one night, I was absentmindedly performing a breast examination when I felt a bump/lump. I was shocked. I waited a few days then told my mum. With mechanical efficiency, she scheduled an appointment with the family doctor. It was harder explaining to my dad because he doesn’t know how to deal with ermmmm crisis. Lol. He was hysterical and my mum had to calm him down. I didn’t even know how to act. I guess I was numb at first. My mum and I went to the hospital together and she just held me. We didn’t talk while we were waiting for the doctor. We just held each other. Numb. The doctor called us in then asked me what was wrong. That was when I broke down because it suddenly seemed more real. I was here. This was happening. To me. I tearily told him everything. I climbed onto his examination bed, undressed .. Full Story: https://akukom.com/lump-in-my-breasts/ Source: www.akukom.com cc: lalasticlala, Divepen1, Obinnau, prof800, Briareos, UjSizzle |
| Literature › Lump In My Breasts?(true Story) by Akukom(op): 4:03pm On Oct 10, 2018 |
October is breast cancer awareness month and I will like to tell a story about when I found a lump in my breast. I’ve never been a sickly child. Never hospitalized or been ill for more than a week (except when I had chicken pox, ewwww), so imagine my horror and disbelief when my breast examination revealed a lump. You see, I was just 18 years old but two years before then, my grandma passed away from breast cancer. She was the sweetest human and I couldn’t believe someone so close to me could have cancer. I’m from Nigeria, so not only is the health sector in shambles, most citizens can’t afford healthcare so we all just wish all our diseases away or take herbal concoctions. She was in constant pain but she absolutely refused to see a doctor. “We can’t afford it. I’ll be fine in a few day, I just need to take my ‘medicine’. My pastor said…” till it got worse. She eventually acquiesced but it was too late. She died the night before her mastectomy. So I knew all about cancer. At least I thought I did. So one night, I was absentmindedly performing a breast examination when I felt a bump/lump. I was shocked. I waited a few days then told my mum. With mechanical efficiency, she scheduled an appointment with the family doctor. It was harder explaining to my dad because he doesn’t know how to deal with ermmmm crisis. Lol. He was hysterical and my mum had to calm him down. I didn’t even know how to act. I guess I was numb at first. My mum and I went to the hospital together and she just held me. We didn’t talk while we were waiting for the doctor. We just held each other. Numb. The doctor called us in then asked me what was wrong. That was when I broke down because it suddenly seemed more real. I was here. This was happening. To me. I tearily told him everything. I climbed onto his examination bed, undressed .. Full Story: https://akukom.com/lump-in-my-breasts/ Source: www.akukom.com cc: lalasticlala, Divepen1, Obinnau |
| Literature › Depression Almost Got Me(true STORY) by Akukom(op): 6:04pm On Oct 09, 2018 |
This might be my first attempt at writing though. I will love for you to ignore my writing mistakes and enjoy the story. � I never really used to understand the term “To be a man is not a day’s job” until I became an adult. For me, I have always been faced with tough decisions since I was little cos I’m the first born child of the family. I thought I had faced the possible struggles of adulthood. I was wrong. Depression is one thing that I couldn’t really understand. I didn’t think I was going to let that spirit get to me but it did. It broke me. In fact, after that experience, I took people in this terrible condition more seriously. I had made a lot of plans for myself; where I was going to, when I’d love to marry, the kind of house I’d love to live in, people I’d love to help, projects I’d want to carry out, how I’d love to influence a lot of people worldwide, this this, that that. At the beginning, it seemed to be working just a bit, I found the lady of my dreams, I had the best male and female friends, I was earning reasonably well from different sources, I was drafting out plans on projects. I was even happy telling friends and family about my achievements. Then booooom!!!! something happened � I braided my hair... Full Story at https://akukom.com/depression-almost-got-me/ Source: www.akukom.com cc: lalasticlala , Divepen1, Obinnau |
| Literature › Reach More Audience With Your Write Ups by Akukom(op): 5:22pm On Oct 09, 2018 |
Will You like for You and Your Stories(True or Fictional), Poems, Diary, articles etc. To be seen by a larger audience worldwide? Then Check out www.akukom.com https://akukom.com/jax_u/2018/10/Akukom_com.jpg Akukom is a platform that allows for millions of people to interact with writers and their stories. This platform helps advertise these artists and their art to people worldwide. Akukom was created to help Writers especially those in Nigeria and Africa as a whole get a wider audience. There are a lot of good writer, interesting stories, awesome poems and poets, interesting lives(diaries) that need to be seen by the rest of the world. Writers from this part of the world need to be seen more and appreciated. Akukom was launched On Monday 8th of October and a lot of writers are already using this platform. Check out the cool write ups on the site already. To join this platform, 1. visit www.akukom.com 2. Register (you will have an email sent to you confirming your registration as well as giving you a link to change your password. If the email is not in your inbox, it will be in your spam messages) 3. log in and start publishing your story. 4. You can change your profile info including your display picture, if you want. Also, If you need a Book cover for your write up, you can request for one via Akukom and get it free in a Short time. Kindly share to help build awareness. Thank you www.akukom.com cc; lalasticlala , Divepen1, Obinnau |
