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 Literature / The Ocean's Hour by Bigbako(m): 1:22am On May 15, 2021 |
She always makes her grand entry into my room when the clock ticks 3:00 Am. The Witching hour, they called it! With an owl hoot. Chilly winds. Leaves rustling outside. Ominous nature's opening of my windows. Curtains flay. And a more frightening sapping of electrical energy and every form of lumination in my room. When she's around, my room gets transformed into a modern-day aquarium with a tunnel in between, and a proofed glass shielding its passageway from the ocean's fury, while also allowing a clear view of ocean's lives as they swirl rhythmically with the glory of the marine world. My bed sat in the middle of this tunnel. Where I get to see Dolphins. Mollusks. Jellyfish. Colourful corals. And the many wonders of the triumphant blue ocean. All Beautiful. But scary. And gave jitters. For the Priestess told me Yemọja hates men who are not brave enough to face her after asking for her blessings, I've been borrowing myself some courage from (only God knows where). Yemọja's beauty can't be compared to a thousand earthly women. Her body, curvy, with the mammary glands and derriere in perfection. This goddess from the Marine world is whom I have a covenant with. To pleasure her. While she pleasures me with every riches I desire. Every thrust into her makes me feel redefined. Her warmth sends radiation of heightened orgasm all through my body. Never felt this way with a woman. It's marveling how every ejaculation with her beneath me feels like I just dealt a heavy blow to poverty. She'll be coming tonight again. Same time. Same sceneries. I am happy. For this is the seventh night that marks the end of the ritual. The ritual that puts an end to all my life's financial troubles. But signals my journey of wealth and affluence. This is the journey I chose. To make a better life for my Mother. To revenge on Tunde for calling me a "lowlife" just because his client paid him one small 1000 US Dollars. After tonight, my wealth will shake Lagos!!! . . . . . . ✍ Bako Abdullahi |
| Literature / Re: Cold World by Bigbako(m): 2:29am On Apr 25, 2021 |
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| Literature / Cold World by Bigbako(m): 5:49am On Apr 24, 2021 |
He lost his first wife. After she had a skirmish with Malaria. They were just newlyweds. But the grinning fangs of death sank its venom into their union. Such is life anyway; for life and death are one, just like the sea and river are one. He moved on. Though it was hard. But he had to. For he was still young and had no offspring to carry his name unto the next generation. The second wife came in . Ifeoluwa was her name and she brought in joy and made him whole again. His joy knew no bound when he heard his baby first cry at the hospital. Hurriedly, he picked up his phone and called the woman who gave him life. "Mammi, Iyawo mi ti bimo ooo! Ife has given birth to a bouncing baby boy" He roared over the phone. Mama let out a scream of joy and prayers; "Iyin ni fun yin Eleda aye. iwọ ti doju tì awọn ọta mi! Thank you Jesus! Dayo, don't worry, I'm coming to Lagos first thing tomorrow morning." She sounded triumphant. But the bottle housing their elixir of joy was to be broken like the slender back of an old woman. As Ife didn't make it home. She gave up the ghost while giving the baby its first suckling. She closed her eyes and they, the Doctor, nurses and her husband, all thought she was in some sort of meditation to relish on the joy of motherhood. But that was her own willed way of departure from this earthly realm. She faded. Leaving an infant in this cruel world. To grow up without the supreme love of a mother. Dayo always knew the mystery behind his travails. But he was sceptical at first. Apparently, the reality is right in his face now. Just like the Ifa Priest prophesied. Marrying a third wife will definitely break the curse that made his world a theatre of condolences. But she will die too. To join his harem of dead wives. But as he picked up his Son from the hospital, he made a vow never to marry a third. Nobody is dying again!!! Even if it means staying single forever. Let the curse do its worse. Let the heavens come down. Let hell break loose. "No woman deserves to die any longer for my Mother's mistake. No woman deserves to be the sacrificial lamb to atone for my own curse. Two are gone already. They will be no third! It is not their fault I fell from Maami's back as an infant. It is not their fault Maami ignored warnings to dance naked in the market square to avert the curse!" He said to himself. Amidst his own sobs. His baby's shrill cry. As the darkness expands like black angels wings, absorbing Father and newborn, as they walk into the world of uncertainties. . . . Bako Abdullahi � Lagos, 2021. 1 Like
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| Health / Re: Nuchal Cord Births And Its Interpretation In The Igala And Yoruba Culture by Bigbako(m): 2:00am On Apr 18, 2021 |
adejoh: It is said that misfortunes will befall the parents and the child. A friend of mine told me a story of how his parents didn't keep his too, and his mum starts experiencing low sales in her business. She consulted the elders. And they asked her to go prepare the Ugba Egbunu of her son. Even though the umbilical cord can't be found again, the Ugba Egbunu was prepared with the Mother's breast milk and some other materials. Some other stories I've heard of Egbunu spirit fighting parents are through loss of jobs, penury, bad dreams, etc |
| Literature / Oblivion by Bigbako(m): 1:53am On Apr 18, 2021 |
She is Mama Twins. Our Landlady. The true definition of an altruistic person. Even though I and other neighbors call her "Mama Twins", we've never seen any of her children or relatives. Nobody ever visits her. She visits nobody. Always sitted at the balcony overlooking the dusty city of Abomey, as if in some sort of divine meditation to find inner peace, Mama Twins silence commanded a thousand thoughts in my mind. Thoughts a garrulous person would have failed in sharing. Thoughts of loneliness, sadness, and other downtrodden emotions associated with a person walking alone on an isolated alley of life. "Her Family dey abroad for London" Igor, an Egun man selling provision beside our Compound had revealed to me when I inquired as a new tenant who was curious on why she stays alone on the last floor of the three storey building. "Dem get plenty plenty money" He added. I've lived with this knowledge ever since. Mama Twins rarely speaks. Her gaze, deep and sober as if peering to read one's mind, and eventually ravage on the knowledge of some dark secrets. Every festive period, she cooks and distributes to all tenants. And when Mr John had difficulties in paying up owed rents of two years, Mama Twins waved it off. Her benevolence commands peace and hope amidst the trying year of 2001 when I left Nigeria for Benin Republic after losing my wife and kids to the Ikeja Bomb Blast. I always say to myself; "If the world was populated with more people like Mama Twins, evil will definitely be thrown into a never ending pit of depression." The last floor where her room was located was out of bound to everybody. This she made known on the induction of every new tenant in her house. Her privacy was premium and we had to respect it anyway. After all, she is the owner of the house. One mid afternoon, two boys whom I guessed to be in their early 20s ran inside the compound asking to see the owner of the building. "Where is your Landlady?" They asked almost at the same time as if presenting a rehearsed speech. I felt the tremble in their voice. And before i could articulate a response for their question, an aged Man walked in, aided by a young lady whose right arm was thrown around his waist for support. By this time, other neighbors have gathered outside on seeing strange faces and earshot of unknown voices which were in discordant with our serene Compound. The aged Man struggling to stand firm, dipped his hands into the blue lace Agbada he had on and brought out a picture featuring a younger Mama Twins flanked by two identical boys. "This is my wife and these two boys are her children" His teeth gnashed "we are here to see her" He blurted "Eh! Naa Mama twins husband be dis ooo.... See her children" Koffi, a Ghanaian, said in excitement. "You are welcome sa" Another voice greeted from my back. "I also nodded in respect. "Can you please lead us to her door" asked one of the boys. I led the way. Other neighbors followed on the good news that Mama twins Husband and Children are finally back from London. The atmosphere was joy filled. But this joy wasn't extended to the faces of these strangers. There was indifference. As if concealing their happiness or sadness, or whatever feeling they had in there. First time in history, many, including me, visited the last floor. We reached Mama Twins door. The air was different. Cold and eerie. Cob webs hung on every corner as if no human presence has graced this place since ages. Rodents scampered to safety on our presence. But there the door was. With life almost snuffed out by termites that a heavy knock might send it down into ruins. "Kon Kon Kon" the aged Man knocked gently. No response. He knocked again. No response. "Make I shout her name, maybe she dey sleep!"... Adaobi, my next door neighbor suggested. We all nodded in agreement. "Mama Landlady.... Mama! Mama Twins" She called out repeatedly. But there was no response. Obviously tired of waiting for the response that seems not to be coming anytime soon, the door was forced open by one of the boys. A shoulder push that sent fine wood grains rolling on the floor and the door in fragments. A blustery wind enveloped us. The room was empty. And the echoes of the fallen door could still be heard reverberating across the walls. No furnitures. No clothings. A nothingness that reeks of mystification. Just crumbs of newspaper pages that must have fallen from the mouth of vermins. We were terrified. This was supposed to be our Landlady's room. Why is it isolated? No traces of Mama Twins or her belongings? The aged Man turn to us spiritlessly. His teeth clanked against each other as he made efforts to speak. He stared deeply over our heads, as if reading some invincible writings on the wall. "My wife, whom you said to be your Landlady has been dead since 1991. She died of food poisoning in Ojo Alaba, Lagos. We traced her here after this young lady, who happens to be a family friend claimed she had seen her twice at the balcony of this building.." A deafening silence followed. We were mortified and stared at each other in disbelief. Adaobi fainted. . . . Abomey, Benin Republic © 2003 Bako Abdullahi ✍️ 2 Likes |
| Travel / Greener Pastures Is Nowhere But Here In Nigeria by Bigbako(m): 2:01am On Sep 14, 2020 |
Poverty is one of the biting factors driving people to extremity in today's world. Citizens of underdeveloped Nations would stop at nothing to make sure they escape the deadly claws of living hand-to-mouth virus. Because of extreme economic conditions like this, people are always on the search for El Dorado'; a land that flows with milk and honey. A land of fabulous wealth. In the daring adventure of reaching Europe by road and sea, instead of the more expensive and safer air flights, many have met their death. The search for greener pastures has opened widely the door of early departures from life. Economic migration is a phenomenon that has dampen the development of many third world countries, including Nigeria, as it's citizens top the list of stranded immigrants in the Sahara. Economic migration is the moving from one region to another, including crossing international borders, to seek for an improved standard of living, because the conditions or job opportunities in the migrant's own region are insufficient. Economic migrants leave their regions primarily due to harsh economic conditions, rather than other factors responsible for migration like studies, political opinion or prosecution. The massive influx of young skilled Nigerians into countries like Canada, United States, Italy, and the United Kingdom are on the rise by the day. But the big question is, since all our able bodied men are all running away from the dried and withered grass of Nigeria, who will water and make our grasslands greener ? According to a 2016 census, there are about sixty nine thousand Nigerians living in Canada. While in the United Kingdom, estimates by the Office for National Statistics put the figure at 196,000 in 2016. A Council of Europe report gives a figure of 100,000 Nigerians in the UK but suggests that this is likely to be an underestimate since it does not include irregular migrants or children born outside of Nigeria. As Nigeria continue to witness it's citizens leaving the country, whether legally or illegally, one is forced to ask; why are they all leaving ? The Doctors, Teachers, Engineers, Youths and a host of others. So many factors are responsible for migration of skilled Nigerians to foreign countries. Generally, all these factors can be categorized under the "push and pull factors". The push factors are the conditions pushing migrants to leave their home country. Some of the factors influencing migration of Nigerians include, rising unemployment, poverty, lack of economic opportunities, dearth of basic socio-economic infrastructures, and insecurity. While the pull factors are the factors pulling the migrant to a particular country. For example; high wages, work conditions, security, e.t.c In the wake of 2016, the slump in global oil prices hit Nigeria hard and the country fell into the pit of recession. The naira lost its value as oil price fell from $112 per barrel to $50. This case was worsen due to the fact that the government depends on oil sales for about 70% of it's revenue.The economic recession had serious negative impacts on government revenue, employment, income vulnerability, inflation, human health, infrastructural supply, poverty and natural resource management in Nigeria. According to research carried out by the Manufacturers Association of Nigeria (MAN), they explained that about 196 manufacturing companies shut down their operations due to the biting recession. This situation led to an increase in the level of unemployment, prompting workers to seek for jobs elsewhere__ in foreign countries ! Also worthy to be mentioned is the dilapidated state of Nigeria's educational system forcing the "Almighty Professionals" to leave the borders of the country. Decades of under-funding have impacted the quality of teachers and lecturers as well as the learning infrastructure in Nigeria’s educational system. Dramatically, this has led to Incessant Strikes by Nigerian university lecturers protesting low wages and inadequate benefits are now an almost annual occurrence. The lack of investment in public educational institutions has also fueled a rise in expensive private schools and universities for middle and high-income families seeking higher standards. But even those schools pale in comparison with quality of job packages obtainable outside Nigeria for teachers. The health sector is also not left out of all this, as the rate of doctors leaving over the years is alarming. Econonic migration can both be caused by a richer nation doings and the undoings of the poorer nation. In 2015, Canada implemented a new system for taking in skilled immigrants, using a points-based calculation in which applicants are scored on the basis of their age, work experience, education level, and language skills. It aims to prioritize those who are most skilled and ease their entry into the country. Ever since, the sparsely populated North American country has long been a favored destination of skilled Nigerians because it offers better economic opportunities for teachers, engineers, doctors, e.t.c. To the skilled migrants they are moving to their 'El Dorado', where their efforts is crowned with better pay package and welfare. The phenomenon of Economic migration is a double edged sword, it has both advantages and disadvantages to the migrant's home country and the host country. To the migrant's home country, it's citizens migrating can lead to what is known as the 'Brain drain effect'. Brain drain effect is the emigration of highly trained or qualified people from a particular country to another. What the Brain drain effect does is that it reduces the size of the country's potential workforce as people of working age or professionals move out of the country, not bathing an eyelid. On the other hand, one of the major advantage of economic migration is that it boost the economy of the home country. This is due to the fact that money sent home by migrants to their relatives is used to start up one business or the other. According to World Bank, they estimated that remittances generated in the United States in 2009 totalled 420 billion dollars. Out of this huge sum, 317 billion dollars went to developing countries. Also, people migrating out of the country decreases pressure on jobs and resources of the home country. Most importantly, migrants may return with new skill and help build the economy. The host country receiving the emigrants are not left out in the slayings of the double edged sword of economic migration. While influx of migrants in the country helps to reduce labour shortages, it could also lead to overpopulation. More often than not, it has been discovered that conflicts arises due to the presence of diverse cultural and religious group. For example, the 2019 Xenophobic attacks against Nigerians in South Africa started when the natives felt like 'Nigerians are taking over their economy, with little or no businesses for them the south africans__ the real owners of the country'. Nigeria, which is described as Africa’s largest economy is no stranger to the departure of its best talents. In the 1970s and ’80s, skilled and semi-skilled Nigerians left the country, mostly for the United States, Britain, and elsewhere in Europe, fleeing the rule of successive military juntas and economic mismanagement. A 2010 report by the Migration Policy Institute, a Washington, D.C.–based think tank, found that by the late 1970s, about 30,000 Nigerian professionals had graduated from universities and colleges in the United Kingdom but never returned to Africa; by the mid-’80s, 10,000 Nigerians were in the United States, many of them highly skilled. That brain drain had a rotating effect, opening a route for these immigrants’ relatives to leave Nigeria as well. In a world where migration has become a phenomenon of our time and is due to increase, the government of Nigeria biggest concern is how to save the lives of migrants taking dangerous routes – by sea and land – to flee the long arms of poverty. Many have died in the Mediterranean and Sahara. Others fell to the bullets of bandits and many still stranded in Libya in their quest to reach Europe. This phenomenon is not seeing it's end soon unless we put in certain measures to develope our own country. One of these measures is that the Nigerian Government Should Increase her expenditure on Skills. This is one point that most African countries had always neglected. It is only skills that lead to production. People are looking for problem solver. So government should invest in skills acquisition in IT, telecommunication, agro allied, sports among others. The training should be 80% free practical. There is need for multiple competence, particularly among youths as a measure to curb increase global joblessness. This way, Nigeria will soon see herself on top of the fastest growing economy in Africa. In the 1960s, agriculture was the main base of Nigeria, in terms of GDP, foreign exchange earnings, and employment. Today, Nigeria spends about 10 billion US dollars a year on the importation of agricultural products. Nigerian government led by President Muhammadu Buhari, should stop talking and start working. Enough of talk, people want to see actions. The youths as earlier stated, should be encouraged to go into farming. They should be trained free on various agricultural sector. It is time to revisit our past glories and ignite it once again. It is time to revive Nigeria's agricultural industry. Most importantly, the wages and welfares of professionals like Doctors, Teachers, Engineers and many others should be put into consideration. Efforts should be made to pay their salaries as at when due not owing them series of unpaid monthly salaries. For example, the 'Unpaid Salaries' case of Kogi State Government workers in 2018/2019 caused many Doctors and teachers to resign their jobs and seek for better ones outside the country. Lastly, the government should embark on a Nationwide orientation programme to sensitize the youths on the need to help build the country's economy, not flee from it. As the grass is greener when you water it, so our economy will be better if we help develop it. This is the Nigerian Dream, to build a nation where we can proudly call home. A nation where every individual will find their pot of gold in it's fertile and very green pastures. The success of this great nation is our collective responsibility, let's join hands together and bring to fulfillment the Nigerian dream. Writer: Bako Abdullahi 300 Level Mass Communication (Kogi State Uni) 08104381222 1 Like |
| Literature / Re: The 'broda' Who Was My Friend. by Bigbako(m): 12:16am On Jul 19, 2020 |
| Romance / Re: As Anyone Tried The Sperm Retention by Bigbako(m): 11:38am On Jul 18, 2020 |
Everytime I try to retain, it's that time Ochuko Wii naa be twerking her big bumbum on my WhatsApp status. 2 Likes |
| Education / Re: My Visitation To Kogi State University, Anyigba (photos & Video) by Bigbako(m): 11:28am On Jul 18, 2020 |
stanliwise: Yen yen yen �..... We've had a tremendous growth since your two colleagues left KSU! |
| Education / Re: My Visitation To Kogi State University, Anyigba (photos & Video) by Bigbako(m): 11:26am On Jul 18, 2020 |
But seriously, the poster didn't capture anything relevant. His focus was not defined at all... I was expecting him to talk about all the projects currently going on and he's just showing us buildings. What's so special about the buildings abeg? . Next time, if you're coming to our school, plss tell me to take you on a tour! . P.S: we are now known as Prince Audu Abubakar University.... No longer Kogi state uni |
| Education / Re: My Visitation To Kogi State University, Anyigba (photos & Video) by Bigbako(m): 11:21am On Jul 18, 2020 |
Sultty: Yes.... We dey go � Better than you ever thought sef |
| Literature / The 'broda' Who Was My Friend. by Bigbako(m): 11:17am On Jul 18, 2020 |
. . ‘Bako, if you follow me enter that Keke make you help me feel my thing’ He paused, shivering with a shaky hand placed on his protruding crotch ‘I go dey give you 200naira every morning when you dey go school’ Silence overwhelmed us both after he dropped those words, words which I understood but will be very glad if I didn’t. As if the raindrops were mad at our stolidity, they slightly increased their own pitter-patter by dropping heavily, threatening to turn my cheap umbrella into shreds. I stared at him with disbelief, same waves of absolute incredulity I once felt the day I read a Newspaper’s headline that says; “Sodomy; 40years Old Man rape 14 years old Boy” those kind of stories that makes one wonder if such madness do really happen or it was just fabricated by a desperate Cub Reporter disoriented by a dry day when nothing worth reporting seems to be happening. Because going back to the newsroom empty handed was an abomination, he cooks, adds maggi, and puts salt just to be tagged ‘Worthy’. But here I am, right before me, same wrap of incredibility was unfurling itself gracefully to me. A light skinned fine Man whom I believed should be in his mid 2os, with an athletic body and curly hair which most of these “Hanty’ could easily fall for was telling me to ‘Help him feel his thing’… Inside a keke.. past 8pm! Me? An 11 years old Boy who just did his registration as a JSS1 students two days ago. But, who was he?..... A complete stranger whose kindness in his smile and greetings of ‘Fine Boy, how are you?’ made him transcended to the level of someone I call ‘Broda’, same title every known older males are entitled to in the neighbourhood. I don’t know where he stays except for the fact the he ply my street everyday when going to somewhere I believed should be his workplace. Our first point of interaction started when he called me one afternoon while playing Table Tennis with peers, after exchanging a brief pleasantries, he complimented my haircut and my corpulent body saying I look like an ‘Ajebutter’. I laughed, because I think I must probably be the only ‘Ajebutter’ in the world that stays in a ghetto. He said he wanted to be my friend, and I nodded perfunctorily in a bid to let him free me and join my friends who were obviously waiting for me to come and play the final which I just qualified for, a final that I know I was going to lose, and I eventually lost to that webbed fingered Uche. The next time we met, I had become freer with him; there was kindness in his words, actions, appearance…. Everything! Our next topic of discussion was on how to toast one of my sisters for him. He said he liked our first born, and I could feel his desire, fore I knew that my Sister was the hottest thing on the planet that year. Every guy wanted her, but I always pour ‘San San’ in their Garri by reporting their tryst to my overprotective Dad. Till today, one of her Boyfriends doesn’t respond to my greetings. But for this my new Friend, I don’t mind selling her out! I gave him her phone number…. I don’t know if he ever called or not. All these flashback happened in swift seconds of me trying to establish a connection between the happening of that night and previous encounters. Bits by bits, the pieces now all converged in creating a clear picture I was too blind to see earlier. It saddened me when I realized that I was being ‘toasted’ amorously the day he said he wanted to be my friend. It scattered my head to discover that I was really the target of this Broda, and not my Sister. Me? In this my young age? God forbid bad thing! I yanked my umbrella from him and ran as fast my legs could carry me. Luckily I met my Dad outside and seeing how frightened I was, he queried. I watched his fury grew as I narrated everything that transpired to him. “Take me to the place!” He roared! On getting to the Mechanic Workshop behind our house, beside the evil Keke Broda asked me to enter with him, we met him still there, with a burning cigarette in hand and twirls of smokes flowing gracefully from the side of his lips, what an effrontery? My Dad launched immediately like a Lion that he is, grabbed Broda’s trouser by the waist and landed him a slap that sent the Cigarette down to the puddle already gathered. ‘Are you mad?....... ehn! Are you mad?’ ‘Sorrrii sah…. Soorrr”…. Broda pleaded ‘U no know where to get Ashawo if you wan do?’ ‘Soorrryy saahh… no saaahh’ ‘Him resemble girl for your eye? I must carry you go Station this night’.. My Dad made a sudden progressive movement towards the path that leads to the police. ‘Forgive me sahhh… Abeg Oga!’ Broda cried out with both palms rubbing against each other. ‘If I ever see you for this street again, just know say you don die’ ‘Yes sah…I no go come again’…. Broda nodded like an Agama lizard Dad let him go, and I watched as he walked theatrically under the rain to the scorns of a crowd of 5 that just gathered to see the face of an adult male who just tried to engage a small Boy in a sexual act. I heard them say; ‘What a waste to Manhood!’ ‘Chai! Na God save dis Boy ooo’ I believed he heard every word said about him, the way he bowed his heads said it all and his steps were so heavy like moulden balls of cement were tied to his calves. In an act of slow motion, he turned his heads, took a deep stare at me and shook his head sorrowfully like someone who just lost everything worth living for. I watched his manly figure gradually became another member of the shadowy night until he disappeared completely into the darkness. I cried inside my heart for the friend I just lost, he was such a nice fellow before this night came, and I wished I could just turn back the hands of time and make everything normal again. And that was the last time I saw the Broda who was my friend. A sad goodbye, but good riddance to bad rubbish! 2 Likes
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| Literature / The Grand Walk by Bigbako(m): 4:57pm On Jun 26, 2020 |
This is the third time Emeka will be going late to work in just 3 consecutive days of his fresh employment at the Coca-Cola Bottling Company. As he lathers his body in the bath, the words of his ever nagging Supervisor, who has never been contented with Emeka’s skill in driving the Forklift echoed in his mind __ like a room with no single material to buffer sounds, thereby making it shrilling and lasting. “If you come late to this Company tomorrow again,” He paused, Shook his head with a frightening scowl, in the same rhythm he tilted his index finger pointed at Emeka “I’ll make sure I sign your Sack later with Joy!” Now, Yesterday’s ‘Tomorrow’ is today, and Emeka’s ‘sickness of late coming’ is about to ruin his chance of survival in this hard Lagos. Same sickness that earned him suspension from Secondary school 5 times. Same Chronic sickness that made him missed writing his Maths, English and Government Exams in WAEC. Hence, the reason why his Father stopped his schooling and enrolled him in a Forklift Driving School. His ever supportive Mother always blamed Witches in the village for infecting her beloved Son with this endemic lateness, but his monochronic Father, a Superintendent in the Nigerian Police Force, attributed it as one of the offshoots of laziness and over pampering Emeka enjoyed from his Mother. It hurts Emeka seeing how time and nature always cheated him. He once cried as a teenager when he was made to stand in front and full glare of the class to do what is called the “Latecomer dance”, a raucous session filled with humiliating boisterous laughs of mates who obviously enjoyed his forced body swings to a song not dedicated to love, happiness or success, but to Members of the Late Comers Association all around the world. A Rubbish Song sung by rubbish people___ he called it! “Latey Latey Comer! Wetyn you dey do for House? You dey chop Amala. You chop Ewedu. Our Teacher go flog you, Shame!” The blend of Tenor, Soprano and the Jagajaga hoarse voice of those Yoruba boys from (only God knows where) all converged in making this music more humiliating to Emeka ears, and he always wished he could turn back the hands of time, and probably call Mr. Daniel, his class teacher__ a stupid goat with no single brain in his head, not even the smallest amount of Choco Milo’s size! Emeka suddenly jerked up into reality after Mama Ifeoma yelled angrily from outside the bath, “Broda Emeka, you wan born for Baffroom!’ he suddenly realized that he had spent more than required time in the bath thinking on what could have been. Hastily, he threw the remaining water left in his bucket over his head, unbolted the algae infested green door and rushed out of the bath. As he stepped out, he was muttering ‘Sorri Sorri’ to Mammi Ifeoma for wasting her time, but she stood there with surprised lines etched in her forehead and mouth slightly opened, scanning Emeka with her eyes, from the head to a prolonged stare at the middle, and continuous advancement to the toe as if he had bathed with the watery poo of a Baby rather than water. Emeka noticed this weird gaze but was unbothered about it, he said to himself “Wetyn dey my front pass dis one!”, and hurriedly walk towards his room. A few steps from Mama Ifeoma, he met another shocking gaze of Faith, his beloved crush, he smiled seductively at her, but Faith’s eyes were fixed on something else. Unlike Mama Ifeoma who was speechless, Faith at the sight of Emeka screamed ‘Jesus!’ and covered her eyes with both palms. Emeka recoiled with two steps back, spread both arms downwards and shrugged his shoulders in a manner that says ‘What!’ Like someone who just saw a friendly ghost, frightened but with a smile on her face, Faith lifted one palm off her face while spreading the other vertically in a way that covers both eyes, and pointed the index finger of her freed hand towards the middle of Emeka’s legs, as answer to the big ‘what!’ reaction. Emeka dropped his stare towards the pointed direction, what he saw increased the tempo of his heartbeat to the drum beating of an Atilogwu drummer, his eyes widened with a million megawatts of shock on realization that he had walked out of the bath naked without his towel. He joined his thighs together in a way that created the ‘X’ meeting point at his knees, and covered his ‘PowerHorse’ with both hands. He swiftly conducted a scan around to see how many people must’ve seen him in this condition, apart from Mama Ifeoma and Faith. His eyes counted Teenage Bisi, Pa Adebayo, Mama Akara, and the feminine Daniel, who was rumoured to prefer doing it with guys rather than ladies__ winking at him with a somewhat seductive smile. A smile Emeka would rather term malevolent. The thought of all the eyes on his unclothedness made him rotate his eyes in search for any available cover, clothes, bowls, or anything that could just shield his noble ‘Knight’ from his neighbours who were enjoying a free show without buying tickets. Seeing none in arms reach, he ran back to the bath to grab his towel, and his enthusiastic neighbours all cheered as he ran with his manly buttocks reddish with blush from all the attention it has garnered in just few minutes__ a real star! The cheers all died down as soon as Emeka hid himself the closed doors of the bath, he took a deep breath to make up for the already lost ones, and straightened himself in preparation for another grand walk out of the bath, not as a celebrated nude Emeka, but the same Emeka whose stylish demeanour commands respect amongst the neighbours. He raised his hands up to reach for his towel which he hung on the wall separating his present abode from the other washing rooms, but it was nowhere to be found. At this point, Emeka need to choose between remaining in the bath until help comes, or give his neighbours another grand walk to save himself the repercussion of going late to work. After weighing the two potions, a considerable large amount of value rested on his job rather than his neighbour’s perception. He said to himself; “If I perish, let me perish” And he unbolted the door, held it for seconds enough to last for the complete recitation of Psalm 23, and he let go to the boisterous cackles, cheers and boos of neighbours who seemed to have called on more people to come and enjoy Emeka’s grand walk. . . Written by: Bako Abdullahi 2020 |
| Literature / Re: The Big Night! by Bigbako(m): 7:55am On Jun 23, 2020 |
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| Literature / 23B Ogunlade Street by Bigbako(m): 1:31pm On Jun 22, 2020 |
I grew up in a face-me-I-face-you Compound where reporting your neighbour to the police at the slightest provocation was seen as a means of ‘cashing out’. This monetary gain was made possible due to payments of “Compensation or Damages” done unto the accusers. Facilitated by the malicious relationships between neighbours and dubious Police officers, 23b Ogunlade Street became a hotbed of preposterous accusations, enough to make one pity the helpless bodies carrying the weighty senseless heads housing venomous mouths of supposed neighbours. Ridiculous Claims like… “My gold chain of 200k was stolen when he punched my face” “The new Phone I bought for 75k disappeared when she was quarrelling with me” “After we fought finish, I didn’t see the 100k I left in my pocket few mins ago” “bla bla bla”…… Incredible claims upon incredible claims. Lies in different shades, colour and weight just to make that enemy pay for having the guts to fight with whosoever the accuser thinks they are. So this “Go report give police” became a trend at 23B Ogunlade Street. If you mistakenly step on someone’s toe, they’ll rub Vaseline on it until it shines as if distended and ripened with pus, and before you’ll say “Do you aff cold meat pie?”, they are off to the police station to report you for striking them with whitlow. And God bless some bad eggs in the Nigerian Police! “Who first report na him dey win case”. After being arrested. After the scribbling of statement, you’ll just be presented with a medical bill purportedly to be for the treatment of the mysterious whitlow. Payment of this bill will earn you your freedom. If you don’t pay, then you’ll face the more expensive and extra hassle of getting a lawyer to prove your innocence in Court. It was a mad craze, and as a teenager, I watched all this happened with absolute incredulity on how people could do all sorts for enmity and money. Rumours had it that…. “Baba Aliu was able to pay his children school fees after Mr. Okey paid 40k as compensation for a ‘torchlite phone’ that disappeared when they fought” “Mama Ifeanyi bought two hollandis fabric rolls after Mama David paid 30k as compensation for a slap that made her collected 3pints of blood at the hospital” They even said…… “Little Funmilola’s birthday party was sponsored with funds her Father got as compensation for his Blackberry screen that got smashed when Broda Wasiu threw him on the ground on his back, like a bag of garri.” So, to avoid a story that touches the heart. To avoid dropping your hard earned money as payment for one kind yeye compensation, everybody cautiously minded their business and trod carefully on the conflicts inflammatory grounds of 23b Ogunlade Street. But still. Trouble came looking for Baba Sikira. One sunny afternoon perfect for uninterrupted siester, Police came and arrested him after Iya Ayo, his next door neighbour, reported him with accusation that he beat up her daughter, Ayo, to a state of unconsciousness. When did something serious like this happen? Nobody in 23b Ogunlade Street was aware! They went to the station; Baba Sikira said he only scolded Ayo for pouring the innards of a fish she just washed at the front of his door. He didn’t lay his hands on her. Just words of mouth, no beating, nothing nothing! He pleaded. Iya Ayo vehemently objected to his claim! She said her daughter was revived from the coma caused by Baba Sikira’s beating after she rushed her to the hospital. She presented medical reports and bill amassing up to 25k as evidence of the assault. That Baba Sikira must pay for the expenses. Police asked Baba Sikira who witnessed the events between him and Ayo? He said nobody was outside then as most of the tenants at 23b Ogunlade Street were at work and others, probably, sleeping. His only witness was the “Almighty Allah”. Iya Ayo was fuming that Baba Sikira had always conceive ill feelings towards her family. But this time around, she won’t let this slide. So as providence would have it, while all these drama was going on, the said Medical Doctor of the Hospital where Ayo was revived came to the police station with a tape recorder. He met the officer in charge of the case between Baba Sikira and Iya Ayo and handed him this tape with incriminating evidence against Mama Ayo. This tape was played to the hearing of concerned Amebo neighbours like Mama Akara and others, who all trooped to the station to get the whole gist of the matter And then Iya Ayo’s voice was clearly heard….. Pleading…. Or should I say… negotiating with the Doctor that if he gives her a fake Medical report and bill to present to the police, he’ll be paid 10k out of the 25k to be earned maliciously. Every words of this conversation were captured on the tape and everybody who listened to it got their jaws dropped. Chants of ‘Awuzunbilai’ ‘Jesus’ ‘ahn ahn” and all other kinds of remark people uttered when faced with shock filled the air. Even the police too were not exempted! Iya Ayo buried her face in shame with a grimace of someone whose brain was stolen. On realizing the gravity of what she has done, tears rolled down her cheeks, but she didn’t beg for forgiveness. In her eyes, it was said that you could really tell she was sincerely sorry! The Police released Baba Sikira and remanded Mama Ayo instead….. Baba Sikira returned to 23b Ogunlade Str to a royal welcome of chants, cheers and praises on his victory against the enemy. After two days, Iya Ayo was eventually released from the police station. She became an object of scorn to neighbours who were obviously not without sins too. This weakened her sense of belonging, even her daughter, Ayo, was rejected by peers. After two months of hell, she relocated with her family in the middle of the night, without anybody being aware until we woke up to an empty room with doors wide open. That was the last 23b Ogunlade Street heard of Iya Ayo, Until a neighbour bumped into her relative sometimes in 2019, And he said; “Iya Ayo died a year after she left 23B Ogunlade Street” . . . Written By: Bako Abdullahi #MemoirsFromAjegunle
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| Literature / The Big Night! by Bigbako(m): 6:25pm On Jun 08, 2020 |
The night before I packed my bags to leave Lagos for Kogi, as a fresher in the University, turned out to be one that still erupt laughter on my face up to this day. You see my Mother ehn! She is a very interesting human being. She is the kind whose actions & words will always leave your mouth wide agape on the incredibility of whatsoever she just said or did. Humour was her gift, and she always ferret for it in the most unlikely situations. . So it started like this. As I was arranging my clothes with the hyper- enthusiasm of a fresher, Mama Akara and her husband naa called me to the parlour, to stuff me with those kind of homily that are supposed to make you stay on track in school and not join bad gang. It was 11:20PM and the room was extremely hot. Rumours had it that our haughty Landlady who thinks she’s the most educated person in the world insulted a top NEPA official 2 days ago. They said she called him a “Fool at forty”. . So that’s how NEPA decided to clap back on her by disconnecting our Compound’s cable. Of what use is the venom of a snake on the shells of a tortoise? What is the effect of a spear thrown at the Ocean? Landlady is a proud owner of a standby generator and very good solar system! She had everything to sustain her, even if NEPA decides to withhold the light till Jesus comes. With no consideration for we the humble masses, vengeful NEPA plunged us into darkness and extreme heat. Thereby, declaring the environment a free sucking zone for Mosquitoes that had beef with us for killing their kinsmen in the last communal clash. After a stretched silence of gazing at each other faces, which we could barely see, My Dad cleared his throat as every traditional Man would, to signify his authority. “hhhnmmmgh hhhmmmgh!…. Iko-Ojo My Boy, you are leaving for the University tomorrow and it’s a thing of joy for me because you are going somewhere I couldn’t go. I tried… and tried…. But still, naa only SSCE certificate I achieve”……..he narrated solemnly…… “Plsss, always remember where you came from” Mama Akara cuts in with her hyperactive nature……. “Yes my Daddy, remember say na you be my everything… No join bad gang oo... If anybody say make you come make ona do cultist, tell them say You no dey do.. Dem dey kill person for Anyigba ooo!” “Yes…. Iko, na true your mummy dey tell you. Anyigba na very dangerous place..Last year, Dem shoot Baba Ugbede’s first Son…. You know Micheal naa? Yes! Naa God save that boy oo…na small thing remain!” “Daddy abeg ooo, face the book wey you find go oooo”….. Mama Akara dropped on her knees pleading As all these drama unfolds, me I was just looking in amusement. I wanted to laugh, but the seriousness they attached to this conversation won’t make me dare to. Before I’ll pissed the Queen who just venerated me by going down on her knees to plead. Before she’ll transform into my worse nightmare by bringing “Oliwo” to disentangle my bones in few seconds. “Mummy… Daddy… I don hear wetyn ona talk… I go behave well”.... I replied with a feigned sincerity so they’ll just end the convo and let me catch some sleep before its Bus time. “Ehn ehn! Iko e remain one thing”… Daddy said, with his index finger raised. “Wetyn sah?”… I asked “If you reach Campus, no pursue woman.. No follow girls at all.. dem fit make you lose focus” “Okay sah” “No be just okay sah, I know say you like Woman well well!.. No follow girls ooo” Mama Akara cuts in again……This time with a pout of mockery targeted at her beloved husband’ “No be you him resemble?” “You say wetyn?” “I say Lion no dey born goat na” “Ehn! olakorlor… na me him resemble.. thank you!” he shifted his attention away from Mama Akara immediately to avoid any further whistleblowing. “Iko my Boy, remember wetyn I talk, no pursue woman!” Mama Akara cuts in again…… “See Daddy, I no talk say make you pursue Woman ooooo… But if you see big Man pikin follow am oooo” “See you… see you… see advise wey you dey give your pikin!... wetyn you mean by big man pikin?” “Big Man pikin na dem Shenator, Politichan, and govunor pikin naa” “Ehn ehn what do you mean, My son sef no be big man pikin?” “I no talk like that na!” “See Woman make I tell you everybody naa big Man for him house oo” “hahahahah…Big man pass big man ooo… You no know say if him jam one big man daughter wey like am now, he don hammer!” “No talk like that abeg… Big Man pikin na God?” “God fit send am na” “blab bla bla bla” “bla bla bla bla” . I watched them argue over whether a “big Man’s daughter is good for their Son or Not”. And it was obvious that these folks were no longer aware of my presence in the couch directly opposite to them. If I stay up and continue watching this drama, I might miss my bus by the time I finally get to sleep. What was supposed to be my moment was hijacked by these two lovebirds. So in pretense, I decided to announce my noble presence with a loud snore! “zzzzzrrrggggghhh….. zzzzzzrrrgggghhhh….. zzzzhhhrrrggghhh!” “Eh ya…. Oma mii mo lodu mee… Sleep don carry am”….Said Mama Akara pitifully “No be you cause am with your long long talk” “Say na me dey talk story since, abi na you?...ehn?” “Fine, I don hear, make we go sleep” “Leave me I no sleep!” “dat one na your wahala!”…. . In my fake “One eyed sleep”, I was laughing inside my mind as I watched them with keen interest on how they argued like a Couple that just got married recently. I nearly gave myself out when a laugh that was supposed to be supposed to be soundless came out under my breath. Thank God they didn’t notice. If not ehn! Advice session go resume immediately. Mama Akara walked towards the couch where I lay, placed her palm on my heads and whispered; “Ojo kii du gbo eh” Translated… “May God be with you!”. As she walked into the room to join her husband; I heard her scream out’ “Mr Danjuma Bako, hope say you arrange dat bed before you lie down?” He replied….. “That’s what I signed you for naa!” . . And the rest is history! |
| Health / Re: Nuchal Cord Births And Its Interpretation In The Igala And Yoruba Culture by Bigbako(m): 12:17am On May 29, 2020 |
Mrkcee: pls do! I'll be very glad to know more about this birth complication from the perspective of other cultures. |
| Health / Re: En Caul Births And Its Trado-cultural Interpretation by Bigbako(m): 7:49pm On May 28, 2020 |
Mrkcee: absolutely correct.... African cultures automatically extend supernatural beliefs to happenings they can't explain. |
| Education / Positive Thinking by Bigbako(m): 2:51pm On May 28, 2020 |
The mind is a powerful tool which can make heaven or hell out of an individual existence. This psychological place, as ignorantly abused by humans, holds the key to living a life of fulfillment. Harboring negative thoughts in it, one way or the other affects the outcome of our daily activities. If you see yourself as a failure, the possibility is high that you’ll turn out to be one. Same applies when you see yourself as a success; you might turn out to be the biggest thing that ever happened to the universe. By thought Man either blesses or curses himself. Vagaries of life, no doubt, are the greatest injector of negative thoughts in our minds but it’s completely normal and most of us would have experienced them at some point in time in our lives. If properly used, negative thoughts could help us prepare for the worse while hoping for the best. But in the hands of an emotional volatile person, it is like a potent volcano ready to destroy everything worked for with its eruption of fear, anxiety, anger, and other kind of feelings that drain the positivity in our lives. While it is only normal our mind strolls down the stair of negativity, it is important to note that what you say to yourself conquers all. As written in the Book of Proverb 4:23 of the Christian Bible, it is said that; “Be careful how you think, your life is patterned according to your thoughts”. POWER OF POSITIVE THINKING Ever wonder what is the drive of some of the World’s most successful people? Search no further, it is Positive thinking! Arnold Schwarzenegger, when asked how he went from being an immigrant who knows very little English to being famous athlete, movie star and politician? He replied; “When I was young I visualized myself being and having what it was I wanted.” Now that brings us to the big question, what is Positive Thinking? Positive thinking is a state of mind that envisions and expects favorable results. Positive thinking means positive attitude. It is a mental attitude that sees the good and the accomplishments in your life, rather than the negative and the failures. It is a psychological programming that focuses on the bright side of life. It is a mindset that uses the words, “I can”, and “it is possible. Positive thinkers are good users of introspection in identifying their flaws. After identification, they don’t relent to their weakness; they face their fears like a wounded lion and create a better version of themselves. Positive thinkers are the champs of the world, the Wiz kids, Barrack Obama, Serena Williams, and every other great personality that held the universe spellbound with their unique talents. The good news about human nature is that, we are subject to change. Like a Computer programmer, we can reprogramme deficiencies in our lives into efficacies. If you are scared of speaking in public, the only solution is to grab the bull by the horn and start speaking. Your writing skill is poor?, I have good news for you, the only solution to being a punchy & catchy Writer like Achebe is to put that pen on a paper now. The difference between the dreamer and the realist is “Who actually wrote”. However, it is important to note that no one ever became successful by being an unrealistic optimist; who says “he can” and “he will” while he lazes around all day. Those who achieved greatness are those who demanded for it with their mindset, & hardwork. Below are some useful tips in building a positive mindset: • Use Positive Affirmations • Always Accept Reality • Practice Visualization • Work towards your Dreams • It is advised you take on your fears now or you freeze to death like the caveman who died because he was afraid to start a fire. The first step in facing your fears and achieving greatness is to master the art and science of “Positive thinking”. It is the key to living a life of fulfillment. Stay Positive and watch the Universe rotate in your favour! 1 Like
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| Literature / Conquering The World With Your Mind Power by Bigbako(m): 2:37pm On May 28, 2020 |
The mind is a powerful tool which can make heaven or hell out of an individual existence. This psychological place, as ignorantly abused by humans, holds the key to living a life of fulfillment. Harboring negative thoughts in it, one way or the other affects the outcome of our daily activities. If you see yourself as a failure, the possibility is high that you’ll turn out to be one. Same applies when you see yourself as a success; you might turn out to be the biggest thing that ever happened to the universe. By thought Man either blesses or curses himself. Vagaries of life, no doubt, are the greatest injector of negative thoughts in our minds but it’s completely normal and most of us would have experienced them at some point in time in our lives. If properly used, negative thoughts could help us prepare for the worse while hoping for the best. But in the hands of an emotional volatile person, it is like a potent volcano ready to destroy everything worked for with its eruption of fear, anxiety, anger, and other kind of feelings that drain the positivity in our lives. While it is only normal our mind strolls down the stair of negativity, it is important to note that what you say to yourself conquers all. As written in the Book of Proverb 4:23 of the Christian Bible, it is said that; “Be careful how you think, your life is patterned according to your thoughts”. POWER OF POSITIVE THINKING Ever wonder what is the drive of some of the World’s most successful people? Search no further, it is Positive thinking! Arnold Schwarzenegger, when asked how he went from being an immigrant who knows very little English to being famous athlete, movie star and politician? He replied; “When I was young I visualized myself being and having what it was I wanted.” Now that brings us to the big question, what is Positive Thinking? Positive thinking is a state of mind that envisions and expects favorable results. Positive thinking means positive attitude. It is a mental attitude that sees the good and the accomplishments in your life, rather than the negative and the failures. It is a psychological programming that focuses on the bright side of life. It is a mindset that uses the words, “I can”, and “it is possible. Positive thinkers are good users of introspection in identifying their flaws. After identification, they don’t relent to their weakness; they face their fears like a wounded lion and create a better version of themselves. Positive thinkers are the champs of the world, the Wiz kids, Barrack Obama, Serena Williams, and every other great personality that held the universe spellbound with their unique talents. The good news about human nature is that, we are subject to change. Like a Computer programmer, we can reprogramme deficiencies in our lives into efficacies. If you are scared of speaking in public, the only solution is to grab the bull by the horn and start speaking. Your writing skill is poor?, I have good news for you, the only solution to being a punchy & catchy Writer like Achebe is to put that pen on a paper now. The difference between the dreamer and the realist is “Who actually wrote”. However, it is important to note that no one ever became successful by being an unrealistic optimist; who says “he can” and “he will” while he lazes around all day. Those who achieved greatness are those who demanded for it with their mindset, & hardwork. Below are some useful tips in building a positive mindset: • Use Positive Affirmations • Always Accept Reality • Practice Visualization • Work towards your Dreams • It is advised you take on your fears now or you freeze to death like the caveman who died because he was afraid to start a fire. The first step in facing your fears and achieving greatness is to master the art and science of “Positive thinking”. It is the key to living a life of fulfillment. Stay Positive and watch the Universe rotate in your favour!
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| Health / En Caul Births And Its Trado-cultural Interpretation by Bigbako(m): 3:23pm On May 27, 2020 |
The Yoruba race call them "Oke" . Igala call them "Oma Tabotabo" . They are the babies who were forced out of the coziness of the amniotic sac. They came with the bag of water completely unbroken or partially broken. . The medical practitioners call this kind of complication "The En-Caul Birth". It is also called the “veiled birth.” This rare thing of beauty happens in 1 out of 80,000 births. . But In the Yoruba & Igala Culture, these kids are a mystery and failure to attach any reverence to their nature would spell doom & misfortunes to the Parents. . But if worshipped and praised for the mystery that they are believed to be, it is said that their presence in a household ushers in prosperity & affluence. . Oke or Tabotabo Babies are traditionally believed to be Supernatural children. Hence, the yoruba saying: .....Translated . "Oke are tied by the deities and no human on earth should dare untie it" . Some people call "Births" a wonderful experience. yes! fine! If Births are a wonderful experience then the "En Caul Birth" is a Miracle! . #TradoCulturalBirths with Huncle Bako 1 Like
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| Romance / Re: Please Help Me Locate This Girl Pic And Number Attached by Bigbako(m): 7:33pm On May 26, 2020 |
sheggsliveth: OP don't mind me oo but its like you are lovesruck! 1 Like |
| Romance / Re: Why I Hate Public "Will You Marry Me" Proposal. by Bigbako(m): 5:46pm On May 26, 2020 |
Iykesonwhyte: i'm glad i did! |
| Romance / Re: Why I Hate Public "Will You Marry Me" Proposal. by Bigbako(m): 5:42pm On May 26, 2020 |
Ishilove: ahhhhh! . you want to kii person niyen o! |
| Health / Nuchal Cord Births And Its Interpretation In The Igala And Yoruba Culture by Bigbako(m): 5:04pm On May 26, 2020 |
It is a norm amongst Nigerian tribes and cultures for Babies to be named according to circumstances surrounding their birth. This practice has been existing for centuries, but the growing civilization, Abrahamic religions and Western cultures is fast driving it into extinct. However, there still remain some few folks with names linked to the events, mysteries, or circumstances surrounding their birth. Out of this elite group, I singled out Children who came to earth through a birth complication known as “Nuchal Cord Birth” to Medical Practitioners, and its interpretation to the Yoruba and Igala tribes of our great country. . A Nuchal cord is a complication that occurs when the umbilical cord wraps around the baby’s neck one or more times. This is common and occurs in about 15 to 35 percent of pregnancies. Often, nuchal cords do not impact pregnancy outcomes. However, certain types of nuchal cords can pose a significant risk to the baby. Nuchal cords can interrupt normal blood, nutrient, and oxygen exchange. But still, it happens so frequently that it has been seen to be a normal thing by the medical community. . To the Yoruba and Igala tradition, this kind of birth is devoid of the simplicity called “normal.” Children who were born like this are seen as extraordinary, supernatural and mystifying. They are worshipped as demi gods on earth through various traditional practices and panegyrics. The Yorubas call them (Ojo- for Male) and (Aina- for female), while the Igala tribe uses (Egbunu for both sexes). . In a traditional Igala setting, when a Child is born with the umbilical cord wrapped around his/her neck instead of the normal straight connection from the navel to the womb, they consult an experienced traditionalist to prepare what is known as “Ugba Egbunu” translated “Egbunu’s Calabash”. Inside this Calabash, the Umbilical Cord and some other materials will be buried to be kept in the house of the Parents. . From time to time, as the Child grows, sacrifices are made in form of spilling a young Cock’s blood, grains, water and decorating the Calabash with colourful feathers. Prayers are offered for protection of the baby against asphyxiating life struggles like the Umbilical cord that nearly strangled him/her at birth. . The notoriety for sacrificing and eating young Cocks (Oma Ayikor- in Igala) & (Omo Adiye-in Yoruba, earned Egbunu/Ojo/Aina Children a spot in a Yoruba saying, which goes like this; Translated……. “Ojo is not at Home, the baby Cock will grow into maturity. If Ojo is at home, he will kill and spiced it up with pepper” . Egbunu in Igala culture is just like an individual’s Personal god “Chi” you read in Chinua Achebe stories. It is the perceived Guardian Angel of Children born with the nuchal cord birth complication. It is said that they are not to be maltreated, or else, the parents or offending person will have to face the wrath of the Egbunu spirit. Dramatically, when this happens, even the Child is not aware that something somewhere is fighting for him/her. This is a kind of battle the Yorubas call “Ija Ori” translated “The head’s Fight”. . The traditional stereotyped behaviours of Egbunu/Ojo/Aina Children exist both on the negative and positive sides. On the negative path, they are seen as short tempered, aggressive, stubborn and impatient. While some of their positive behaviour range from perseverance, hardworking, caring and strong arms. They are also rumoured to be the “Ladies Man” as their cuteness turn heads wherever they go. . My name is Bako Abdullahi, and I’m a member of this elite group. Mama Akara even said I wore my own Umbilical Cord in double rolls like a Hip Hop star going for a rap battle. And Please if you know you are the type that wii comman shout it’s a demonic or pagan bla bla bla, don’t come here please. I have a big stone in my left hand, and I’m very good at targeting people! . But at the same time, I would really love to hear your thought on this, so feel free to come. Don’t fear, I won’t stone you again! *Drops Mic* 1 Like
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| Culture / Nuchal Cord Births And Its Interpretation In The Igala And Yoruba Tribe by Bigbako(m): 4:51pm On May 26, 2020 |
. It is a norm amongst Nigerian tribes and cultures for Babies to be named according to circumstances surrounding their birth. This practice has been existing for centuries, but the growing civilization, Abrahamic religions and Western cultures is fast driving it into extinct. However, there still remain some few folks with names linked to the events, mysteries, or circumstances surrounding their birth. Out of this elite group, I singled out Children who came to earth through a birth complication known as “Nuchal Cord Birth” to Medical Practitioners, and its interpretation to the Yoruba and Igala tribes of our great country. . A Nuchal cord is a complication that occurs when the umbilical cord wraps around the baby’s neck one or more times. This is common and occurs in about 15 to 35 percent of pregnancies. Often, nuchal cords do not impact pregnancy outcomes. However, certain types of nuchal cords can pose a significant risk to the baby. Nuchal cords can interrupt normal blood, nutrient, and oxygen exchange. But still, it happens so frequently that it has been seen to be a normal thing by the medical community. . To the Yoruba and Igala tradition, this kind of birth is devoid of the simplicity called “normal.” Children who were born like this are seen as extraordinary, supernatural and mystifying. They are worshipped as demi gods on earth through various traditional practices and panegyrics. The Yorubas call them (Ojo- for Male) and (Aina- for female), while the Igala tribe uses (Egbunu for both sexes). . In a traditional Igala setting, when a Child is born with the umbilical cord wrapped around his/her neck instead of the normal straight connection from the navel to the womb, they consult an experienced traditionalist to prepare what is known as “Ugba Egbunu” translated “Egbunu’s Calabash”. Inside this Calabash, the Umbilical Cord and some other materials will be buried to be kept in the house of the Parents. . From time to time, as the Child grows, sacrifices are made in form of spilling a young Cock’s blood, grains, water and decorating the Calabash with colourful feathers. Prayers are offered for protection of the baby against asphyxiating life struggles like the Umbilical cord that nearly strangled him/her at birth. . The notoriety for sacrificing and eating young Cocks (Oma Ayikor- in Igala) & (Omo Adiye-in Yoruba, earned Egbunu/Ojo/Aina Children a spot in a Yoruba saying, which goes like this; Translated……. “Ojo is not at Home, the baby Cock will grow into maturity. If Ojo is at home, he will kill and spiced it up with pepper” . Egbunu in Igala culture is just like an individual’s Personal god “Chi” you read in Chinua Achebe stories. It is the perceived Guardian Angel of Children born with the nuchal cord birth complication. It is said that they are not to be maltreated, or else, the parents or offending person will have to face the wrath of the Egbunu spirit. Dramatically, when this happens, even the Child is not aware that something somewhere is fighting for him/her. This is a kind of battle the Yorubas call “Ija Ori” translated “The head’s Fight”. . The traditional stereotyped behaviours of Egbunu/Ojo/Aina Children exist both on the negative and positive sides. On the negative path, they are seen as short tempered, aggressive, stubborn and impatient. While some of their positive behaviour range from perseverance, hardworking, caring and strong arms. They are also rumoured to be the “Ladies Man” as their cuteness turn heads wherever they go. . My name is Bako Abdullahi, and I’m a member of this elite group. Mama Akara even said I wore my own Umbilical Cord in double rolls like a Hip Hop star going for a rap battle. And Please if you know you are the type that wii comman shout it’s a demonic or pagan bla bla bla, don’t come here please. I have a big stone in my left hand, and I’m very good at targeting people! . But at the same time, I would really love to hear your thought on this, so feel free to come. Don’t fear, I won’t stone you again! *Drops Mic* ⛹️♂️⛹️♂️⛹️♂️
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| Romance / Re: Why I Hate Public "Will You Marry Me" Proposal. by Bigbako(m): 12:39pm On May 26, 2020 |
StrikeBack: . . "My privacy is non negotiable"....... word! |
| Romance / Re: Why I Hate Public "Will You Marry Me" Proposal. by Bigbako(m): 12:38pm On May 26, 2020 |
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| Romance / Re: Why I Hate Public "Will You Marry Me" Proposal. by Bigbako(m): 12:36pm On May 26, 2020 |
Deicide: highly Patriarchal
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| Celebrities / Re: Zion Balogun Is A Stunt Rider by Bigbako(m): 8:58pm On May 25, 2020 |
Who told you is the most "Adored"? Na so ona dey cause fight oo  2 Likes |
| Islam for Muslims / Re: Arewa Big Boys Pose With Exotic Cars To Celebrate Eid Mubarak(photos+videos) by Bigbako(m): 8:18pm On May 25, 2020 |
izz only Arewa you saw abii, what about we at Ajegunle? 3 Likes
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