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I became familiar with the striking and tragic story of Chernobyl when I saw the miniseries produced by HBO. From then, I went on a cruise to the sea of the internet. As I surfed through the waves of each discovery, I shook my head while imagining the scenes of the ghastly incident in my mind's eye.


Though almost a dot in history, April 26, 1986 was an eerie day to remember as the unexpected turn of events occurred at the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant in Ukraine. I don't want to ignore the unfortunate deaths or the useless secrecy by the officials or the neglect of management by assigning newbies to do the safety test which resulted in the power surge in the...

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The word, 'wait' sounds distasteful whenever we anticipate the process. When you've been asked to wait, you spend that time doing little or nothing. That's why the thought is very bewildering. We've all been in this situation at one point or the other but I'll paint a scenario, let me get my imaginary brush...

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Now and then, we hear news of sad stories where nannies or house helps left to take care of children cause harm to them. What an irony! Cases of this nature range from the children being sexually molested, kidnapped or even killed. Sometimes, the children are even a danger to themselves, they pick up habits; which if not watched, become hardcore addictions. What is the cause of these recurring incidents? The family is one important unit; it's a school on its own. We all start our learning from there as toddlers.

In singlehood, no one gives a thought to planning how family life would pan out. After the boisterous preparation of the wedding, entertainment of guests and all, the assumption is to take married life one day at a time. Do you think this is the best approach?

Sometime ago, I happened to be in the midst of three gentlemen whose topic for discussion was about having a child immediately after the wedding or two years after. Each of them aired their views quite alright. It is a known fact that everyone is entitled to their own opinion. You see, having a baby isn't the issue---It is entirely up to you whenever you want it. The question is what happens when the child comes? As a parent, what do you do to better shape the behavioral and attitudinal inclinations of your child?

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Helen is in the kitchen, trying to fix herself dinner when she hears the door slam shut. She jumped in fright and switched off the gas. Wiping her hands clean on the back of her shorts, she tiptoed back to the room. Maybe he won’t barge in today, but that’s a chance she’s not willing to take.

Wincing as the pain shot through her upper arm like an arrow in Russian roulette, she pulled up a big sweatshirt with a hoodie from her bag; the goal was to hide the marks on her face—he doesn’t like to see the marks on her body.

Tears threatened to fall from her eyes as her mind screamed in pain trying to pull on the sweatshirt. What will happen if he heard her as she screamed? What if he hit her again like last night? Like a movie on screen, last night’s episode flashed through her mind; still fresh in her memory…how he beat her till she passed out just because Jason, her friend from college called her on her cellphone. God! Please save me!

Eyes darting to the door, she realised it was closed. Quickly, she scrambled for it and left it open. He doesn’t like her closing the door either. Her heart hammered in her chest like those drums she use to play in church when she was little. Only now they were beating out of rhythm. He didn’t want her playing drums anymore. He said it makes her proud. Oh God! I’m going crazy, would you help me?

“Helen!” She jerked in fright, “he’s calling me, God what do I do?” She hurriedly wiped her eyes clean as he appeared in the doorway with a lopsided grin on his face. In a nanosecond, a deep frown replaced the grin. “Are you crying?”

He hastened over, grabbing her face by the chin. pushing the hoodie off her head, he looked her over as his mood swayed to the one she knew like the back of her hand. “Am I not treating you well? Why are you sad?”She frantically tried to explain when the blow came out of nowhere and landed square under her nose.

He let her drop on the bed and continued haranguing her about how she should be grateful to him. These biting words were no longer new to her, she was immune.

All of a sudden, like light shines in a darkened room, the wheels of her mind in motion, she rose up from the bed. “This isn’t the end, I don’t deserve this. I can get out of this.”

She felt like a Phoenix, rising out of the ashes. Seeing the her chance, she landed a blow on his groin and dashed out of the house without looking back.

Are you in a relationship swimming in physical abuse? Do you feel like there’s no hope for you? Maybe you think you won’t survive on your own if you leave him/her; there are even scenarios where the lady is the violent one.

Unless you are like that lady who went on social media telling the world that she loves it when her man beats her and feels it’s his way of showing his love for her, you need to come out of that relationship.

It’s common for someone who is being abused to feel that they somehow deserve it. It’s important to know that you’re never to blame.

How To Know Your Relationship Is Abusive

They check on you all the time to see where you are, what you’re doing and who you’re with.

They try to control where you go and who you see, and get angry if you don’t do what they say.

They accuse you of being unfaithful or of flirting.

They isolate you from family and friends, often by behaving rudely to them.

They put you down, either publicly or privately, by attacking your intelligence, looks, mental health or capabilities.

They constantly compare you unfavourably to others.

They blame you for all the problems in your relationship, and for their violent outbursts.

They say things like, ‘No one else will want you.’

They yell or sulk, and deliberately break things that you value.

They threaten to use violence against you, your family, friends or a pet.

They push, shove, hit or grab you, or make you have sex or do things you don’t want to do.

They harm you, your pets or your family members.

You might even make excuses for them, defending them and taking the blame. You’re scared of what they’ll do when you leave them. Please reach out to someone if you’re in this category. Remember there are people who still care.

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My name is Stephen Umezurike and this is the story of how I went passed my fears, believing that I can be better. Today when i see how well I’ve grown as a singer and how good and different I sound, I believe that indeed growth is an achievable feat.

I had a rocky start as a singer, there were days where I felt like I didn’t have any talent and couldn’t sing. I was a great child singer and I remember getting a lot of candy and stick sweets singing Benita’s “Osemudiame”.

However as I grew older, it just seemed as though I didn’t know anything at all. I joined the choir and struggled with choristers who didn’t know how to hold a part and kept colliding with yours and making rehearsal unbearable; singers will understand me.

Anyway, I was a fast learner and grabbed parts very quickly unlike other people but I had a problem; my confidence!!

I remember being asked to shut up and keep quiet one rehearsal day and worst of all, my Pastor shouted when he heard an off key I sang backing up one Sunday.

That experience killed me and I remember it made me become a master at giving excuses almost anytime I was asked to sing a song, lead a solo or even backup.
I would go late for rehearsals, lie that I had a running stomach or that I was stooling.

But somehow, I never stopped getting solos or opportunities to lead a choir piece or even back up, it was as though they were seeing a potential in me that I wasn’t.

What exactly was my problem? Confidence? fear? what people will say? I was often afraid, I didn’t want to flop or murder the song, I didn’t want to disappoint anyone.

Unknowing to me that I was doing myself a great disservice. I was emptying my confidence tank, I was losing my essence and I was dependent on people’s praises.

Now, I’ve learnt to be willing to make mistakes, to be confident and yet be humble no matter what, to sing that off key because I can learn to be on key, that growth is possible and progressive and that just as people see your potentials, the first and most important person who needs to see it is you.

I’ve learnt today to appreciate everyone’s uniqueness, everyone’s capabilities but more especially I’ve learnt to appreciate my uniqueness and my capabilities; my gift is what distinguishes me from the next person and I don’t need anyone’s affirmation to know that I am valuable.

So please, don’t be held back by anything, keep growing, keep learning and don’t stop believing in what God has deposited in You.

I just pray my choir master and pastor don’t read this post, they’ll finish me for all those lies I told. I AM SORRY.

Hahahahaha ����

Have a blessed week.

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It’s a lazy slide down to archived messages. He’s online! It’s 9pm and this should be the 20th time you’ve checked his profile picture; who’s counting anyway. He didn’t call today, but does he ever?

A deep sigh and 10 seconds later, you’re on twitter reading his tweets from top to bottom. Just then, a new tweet from him enters. Your heart thumps and starts racing…then you send a message.

You’re awake the next morning with a deep frown on your forehead. After morning prayers, the first thing you check on social media is twitter. He read and ignored your message. Then, you’re thinking—maybe his phone went off, maybe it’s network; a whole lot of maybes. Of course, you’ll defend him; because you love him.

You’re thinking maybe you shouldn’t jump to conclusions; he’ll reply. Then, you close your mind’s eye to all the many times he has ignored your messages before. You’re not sure if it’s just you or everyone goes through this in their relationships.

You always want to ask yourself where you’ve gone wrong. You’ve steeled yourself against calling him this time because he always says he’ll work on it and he never does. It’s the same old story!


Then one day, you summon courage and confront him. He says he doesn’t seem to have interest in the relationship anymore. His fear of hurting you made him keep it to himself for a long time. You wince as he drops this piece of news. To him, it’s a load off his chest but to you, it’s not just words, it’s like the day mama’s precious set of China slipped from your hands unto the tiled floor, breaking to smithereens. Only this time, it’s your heart on the floor in place of the China.

Then, you start blaming yourself; ‘maybe I was complaining too much’, ‘maybe I pushed him away’, ‘or maybe I didn’t love him well enough’… All these daily plaque your mind and you wonder if you’ll ever get answers.

Most of us have seen instances of lopsided love. It happens:

1. If one person is doing all the emotional work in the relationship. Are you always the one who calls, texts, makes plans for an outing? Whose loving words are met with a strained silence or ignored? Is your partner unwilling to participate in making the relationship work?

2. If you find yourself giving and giving, listening, sacrificing time and your own priorities repeatedly while he or she never does the same for you, it’s a lopsided relationship.

3. If you find yourself making excuses for him or her, you may be having this fantasy that whenever you’re in a relationship, you have to stay with your partner in good times and in bad, and yet, he or she opts out time and again.

4. You’re not a priority in his or her life. If he or she always choose to give time and attention to everyone except you, then you’re definitely in a lopsided love relationship.

Ask yourself what you’re getting. What do you get out of giving and giving and getting little or nothing in return? Some people are dedicated martyrs in their relationships, how do you feel this will work for you long term if nothing were to change.

It’s a matter of what you can live with, what matters most to you and what you can let go.

This was another painful break up story. Have you experienced a similar situation? Or is your story entirely different? Please share in the comment section. Remember you’ve only gotten over it if you can talk about it!

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He looked like the tallest glass of chardonnay as I watched him stroll towards me. Don’t mind my comparison, i like it better than a ‘beanpole’.

Most evenings, we’d take strolls, forgetting time takes flight when lovebirds chatter as their souls fly. We were intertwined like the well knit baskets in Dugbe market, filled with tomatoes, smooth and rotten.

We’d take turns filling each other’s ears with gists as we sat on the cool pavement. The mosquitoes would sing songs of war, buzzing around our heads after unacknowledged bites. Do you wonder if those dreadful sounds of theirs was their way of craving for attention? Ponder on this, as you peruse the rest of this story.

We were the talk of the town…the inseparable twins. I kid you not, we looked alike. That wasn’t all, we felt alike, sharing the same characteristics. If only we knew what else we shared in common.

We always thought there’d be a story about either one of us being stolen from our mothers to separate us at birth. We’d give it a thought one moment and squash it like a bug the next. We couldn’t imagine how life would be if we were related. Oh that we knew!

We knew so much about each other that we didn’t think. We were ready to grow old in each other’s arms. We felt love; and love would do no wrong in our eyes. But like the sure rising of the sun, it dawned on us.

On one of such peaceful evenings, the tempest roared unexpectedly. Cupid’s arrow, shot deeply into our hearts couldn’t stop the impending rage of the storm. We realised we didn’t know each other’s genotype. Who was going to tell first?

My heart thudded heavily in my chest the instant his lips moved. I thought it would stop when he pronounced the dreadful words. It was like a thunderclap in my ears. Goosebumps filled my skin as the tears flowed. We held each other as our tears joined like the confluence of Rivers Niger and Benue.


We were in denial but in no distant time, it was over!

This is just one story out of many; of genotype incompatibilities in the world of love and relationships. This goes beyond your phenotype which is a description of your actual physical characteristics. Many have gone neck deep in love without knowing if their genotype was compatible.

It is imperative to know your genotype before you say “yes” to that … you wish to spend the rest of your life with or if you are in a relationship in which there are chances of conception.

The problem to avoid with genotype compatibility for intending couples is the sickle cell disease (a recessive disorder)–a very serious medical condition with high prevalence rates.

This is one break up story… Dear readers, were you ever in this situation? Or your breakup was caused by something else? You can share in the comment section.

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The National Assembly will today resume plenary after about five weeks of break as a result of the COVID-19 pandemic.

The Senate and the House of Representatives had in March suspended plenary for two weeks in a bid to prevent the spread of Coronavirus disease. Both later extended their break in conformity with the lockdown of the Federal Capital Territory (FCT), Lagos and Ogun states as directed by President Muhammadu Buhari on March 29.

The Clerk of Senate, Mr. Nelson Ayewoh and his counterpart in the House of Representatives, Patrick Giwa, confirmed the development in statements. Ayewoh in his statement titled: “Resumption of Plenary Session”, said senators are expected to sit in plenary by 10am prompt on Tuesday.

He added that officials and senators’ aides are to stay at home, but can only be allowed into the chambers when officially requested to do so. Ayewoh said: “This is to inform distinguished senators of the Federal Republic of Nigeria that the Senate will resume plenary on April 28.

“Distinguished senators are to with this notice expected to sit in plenary, on April 28, at 10am prompt.“Officials and senators’ aides are to work from home and they will be notified when needed in the office for any special assignment.”

Giwa said: “This is to inform members of the House of Representatives that the House will now resume plenary on April 28, at 10.00 am. “Members are advised to take note of the new date of resumption, please.

“The Covid-19 guidelines approved by the Federal Government and Nigerian Centre for Disease Control (NCDC) and additional guidelines developed by the House will be sent to members’ pigeon holes for collection on resumption.

It is not clear the number of days the two chambers will sit. Sources at the National Assembly said the resumption of plenary was meant to enable the lawmakers consider and approve urgent national issues that might affect governmental affairs adversely if left undone.

The Nation learnt that the lawmakers on resumption will consider President Muhammadu Buhari’s request for the downward review of the N10.594 trillion 2020 budget in view of the precipitous fall in the price of crude oil at the international market.

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I opened my eyes to rays of sunlight coming through the window almost blinding me. Instinctively, using my arm, I shielded my eyes from the sunlight. I had forgotten to draw the curtains last night; one of my many bad habits.

Nne m would have a fit if she came to my room right now. It’s one thing she won’t fail to do on a morning such as this. Talk of the angel, ‘she’ll live long’. I just heard her foot steps coming towards my door. I scrambled off my bed so she wouldn’t know I had just woken up. For more effect, I started doing some push ups… then the door opened.

“Nwa m, you’re awake. Haa! Even doing exercise so early in the morning”. “Nne m, iboolachi!, you know I always do this every morning”. I stopped the push ups and sat cross-legged facing her, letting my chest rise and fall heavily as I breathed in and out.

She regarded me for a moment and said, “I don’t know why you bother. You’re as skinny as Nkechi, do you want to disappear? ” I couldn’t help but laugh at the comparison. Nkechi was the thinnest lady back in our hometown; so thin that you could see all her bones. To paint this picture effectively, just imagine a skeleton with brown skin covering it. Horrifying, right? I was definitely nowhere as thin as she looks; Nne m is just too good with her hyperbole.

She blinked at me and shifted her gaze to the window and back. I saw the unspoken question in her eyes…”mommy, biko naaa”

“Okay o! I’m in the kitchen”. With that, she shuffled away without closing my door. I groaned as I got up to close the door. Nne m always dragged her feet when she walked. One of her bad habits; although she would never admit it. And she certainly never obliged me by closing my room door after her. Typical Nigerian mother!

I did some more sit ups and jumping jacks. I thought that i might as well finish with the work out. By the time I was done, I was sweating like a Christmas goat. I chuckled to myself…whoever gave us this idea that Christmas goats sweat though? It’s probably just for laughs.

I peeled off my soaking wet nightie and threw it into the basket meant for dirty clothes. I had a costume for working out, there was just no time to put them on because of mommy. Taking my towel from the stand, I went into the bathroom.

Then I noticed one of those slimy creatures near the bucket. I jumped with fright, nearly hitting my arm on the pipe connecting the shower head. It looked like an earthworm; or more terrifying!, a baby snake. There was no stick nearby to poke at it. I poured water on it to see if it would slither. It didn’t.

I quickly tied my big towel round my chest and went to the kitchen in search of salt. If you’re like me who doesn’t like slimy creatures, you’ll understand why I poured almost a tablespoonful on the little beast.

Immediately, it wriggled it’s body and I screamed, as if it was on my body. I didn’t wait any longer, I emptied the bucket trying to flush it down the drain. It didn’t. So I took it outside with a parker.

As soon as I threw it outside, a lizard came to eat it like spaghetti. I couldn’t watch. I just committed murder. You might think I’m being silly but having my bath in that bathroom wasn’t the same again.
To be continued…

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The pandemic is unfolding in a world that is deeply unequal and already facing a multi-dimensional, social and environmental crisis.

Billions of people are already in highly precarious conditions because of the global economy and therefore have neither the good health nor the economic possibilities to deal with either the virus or the wider economic and social disruptions that have resulted.

We can only offer hope with our individual abilities to help us cope during these perilous times; and to let us know that; indeed, there’s light at the end of the tunnel. Below is such, in the form of a beautiful piece:

Leave COVID alone
Yes, leave her alone,
What has she done?
Nigeria or the world has done worse.

Leave COVID alone
Crucify her! Crucify her!!
Crucify what you have authority not.
You did not invite her in,
Do you send her out?

Leave the messenger of truth alone.
Leave the messenger of peace alone.
Liars and Demi gods are in a show of shame.
They accuse her of murder
But on their hands are the blood of Biafrans
On their feet the victims of the 1st, 2nd and terror wars
Excuse me! Leave COVID alone

To defeat her
middle east stood at ease
Europe and Asia got married
America returning her peace corp
COVID voice to the world
Leave COVID alone

Sick Nigeria with no cure
Independence came to cure
Sick Nigeria with no cure
Military came to cure
Sick Nigeria with no cure
Democracy came to cure
Sick Nigeria no cure

COVID came visiting to the cure
I billion in one week to the cure
25b naira Nigerian bourgeoise to the cure
FCT ministry thousand bags of rice to the cure
Al majiri solution to the cure
Leave COVID alone

COVID homilies more since Nigeria
COVID families stay together more since Nigeria
COVID replaced porn search with prayer search
COVID more educational watch than miracle watch
Leave COVID alone

COVID messenger of truth
Leave COVID alone
What is negative COVID has done
Humanity has done 10 times
What is positive COVID has done
Humanity I dare to do same

If we die dear COVID, there is no loss
Thank you ma, thank you, your Excellency Mrs. COVID
BUT LEAVE any ways.

Fr. Kennedy Ohazuruike

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What was that sound? So faint! Are those my feet scraping the tarred road? I sighed deeply as I became aware of my surroundings. How did I get here? My eyes darted everywhere as if they were seeking answers from the cacophony of sounds.

Plaza and it’s environs were agog with activities. Men and women of various shapes and sizes hurriedly moved about; the nearby market, full of various food items, some of which were rotten and left by the roadside, emitting the pungent smell that was soon filling my lungs.

The yellow Keke napeps were picking and dropping passengers; I looked at the dramatic traffic warden directing commuters from her vantage position. She looked like she knew her job well enough as she danced in robotic movements.

The wind was howling like it was heralding the coming of rain; yet it was sunny. I imagined an elephant giving birth to her young one; at least that’s what grandma use to tell us. My cousins would whisper among themselves in awe, while I impatiently waited for more stories. They always seemed annoying with their endless chatter.

The toot toot of a Peugeot salon car jolted me out of my reverie; i stood aside while it veered to the street by my right. Still watching the tail of the Peugeot in its wake, like it was some possessed demon, I noticed a little girl sitting on a small stool at the entrance of the market. She seemed oblivious of her surroundings as she was so engrossed in sucking her mango.

I watched the trail of mango juice as it moved gracefully down her arm only to form a yellow wet patch on her cute little dress. Sighing heavily, I thought how carefree she was; not having to worry about anything. A woman suddenly grabbed the child and only then did I notice all the stares aimed at me like poison darts.

I shifted my gaze and noticed the mirror a mallam was hawking. I couldn’t recognize the lady staring back at me. Suddenly, like a shroud, the feeling of emptiness covered me. I wondered why I should be here. Ever so slowly, I took 3 steps and found myself in front of a truck. I heard a scream and turned sharply…then the darkness.

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Gentlemen of the Press, following the enforcement of the QUARANTINE AND RESTRICTIONS OF MOVEMENT REGULATIONS 2020 with some economic discomforts to citizens and residents of Akwa Ibom State, His Excellency the Governor, Mr. Udom Gabriel Emmanuel, who is compassionate and sensitive to these discomforts, has directed as follows:


1. The lockdown is extended by 1 week ONLY.


2. The lockdown be responsibly and carefully lifted on Friday 17 and Saturday 18 April, 2020 from 6am to 1pm of each day to enable Akwa Ibomites re-stock foodstuffs and any prescribed medications.


3. Lockdown will be enforced after 1pm on Friday 17 and Saturday 18 April, 2020


4. All preventive measures earlier announced by the Akwa Ibom State Government COVID-19 medical management team remain in force during and after the 7 hour RESPITE on Friday 17 and Saturday 18 April, 2020.


For the purpose of emphasis, these measures include:

* Social Distancing in all gatherings. * Use of face masks while complying with social distancing. * Frequent hand washing with running water and soap. * Use of sanitizers at homes, entrance doors to homes, office buildings and churches. * Only 2 passengers per tricycle with each passenger wearing a face mask. * Only 1 person per row in minibuses with passengers wearing face masks. *

Meaurement of body temperatures with infrared thermometers where available. Any citizen or resident whose body temperature is found to be 38 degrees Centigrade and above should be escorted from a safe distance to the nearest medical facility for examination. The same applies to frequent coughing or sneezing and having difficulties in breathing.


5. Lockdown enforecement includes Jumat services on Friday 17 April and Church services on Sunday 19 April, 2020.


6. Akwa Ibom State Government will continue to monitor and review the COVID-19 situation globally and nationally in general and in our state in particular so as to respond speedily and appropriately to protect the health of our citizens.


7. ONLY GOD is the foundation of our hope and trust.


This information was signed by Dr. Emmanuel Ekuwem, who is the Secretary to the State Government today, being April 16,2020

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I gingerly kept the knife that mercilessly stripped my yam of its skin; preparing to wash my hands. As I turned on the kitchen tap, it made a guttural sound and refused to spurt out water. I wondered in disbelief; I just pumped some water yesterday! I went outside to complain to the landlord. It turned out that someone tampered with the pipe which resulted in all the water leaking out. This was just great!

I finally had to cook my yam with satchets of water. Now, the man who was supposed to come and repair the pipe couldn’t come because of the lockdown. All the roads in the state are filled with policemen to stop movement.

What about the family of six living in the next compound who cannot afford to feed. The woman came to me yesterday evening to ask for foodstuff for dinner. She hawks food for a living; since she has no permanent place yet. Now that’s just one of the many families who are starving during this lockdown. They can’t go out, and they definitely cannot stay indoors or they’d risk dying of starvation.

I commend the government for the system of using the lockdown as one of the precautionary measures to curb the spread of the Corona virus. I also don’t think there’s a point for this because if you look at it critically, the main aim, which is the preservation of human lives, is defeated.

I once stumbled upon a video online where government officials were doling out food packs to people. I saw the way people were struggling to get a pack of food. It was a mess! People were equally being trampled upon. I’m sure even with the struggle, some will not get a pack. Food will equally be wasted; scattered all over the place. There was no social distancing being observed at this point. Even with the officials being around. People would have contracted the virus within the twinkle of an eye and the whole purpose of the lockdown will be defeated.

Another standpoint we should look at is the fact that as a result of the lockdown, people become idle. Companies,shops and offices are shut down. A majority of individuals who earn a living through public transport can no longer work. Buses, tricycles and bike owners are all at home, doing nothing. As the saying goes, “the idle mind is the devil’s workshop”, the crime rate in the society will increase.

People who have nothing to feed and have tried begging or borrowing to no avail, will eventually resort to robbery; even stealing food stuff from people. As much as trying to preserve human lives by curbing the spread of the disease is concerned, people will be victims of these crimes and the purpose of the lockdown will be defeated.

What about victims of starvation and robbery who have become so depressed and could commit suicide. There are those who are sick and cannot afford to buy medication or pay for treatment especially when they are not working. Lives will be lost. The economy is at the risk of a recession.

As much as I think the lockdown is not necessary, it’s here already. If we are rooting for the preservation of human lives and property, we should see to it in all aspects. Beyond curbing the spread of the disease, provisions should be made for those who cannot take care of themselves.

We are in the digital age, a lot of people don’t even have digital skills. There should be classes online where people can be taught how to make money online. This is a trying period for the country, we should have each other ‘s interest in mind. If you know something you can do to help the next person, do it. It’s all about preservation of lives. Let’s be safe.

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For days, I watched Efe with trepidation thinking about how best to tell her. She noticed my anxiety on many occasions and asked, but I would tell her nothing was wrong. It killed me to lie to her and I figured it would be worse If I carry out what I had in mind.

One particular day, I came back from the office so tired. I was greeted with a delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen and filling the atmosphere in the house. Only Efe had the spare key to my house so I knew it was her.

Just then, she came out bearing a bowl of freshly made chicken pepper soup, just the way I like it. I scooted over to the dining room, licking my lips in anticipation. As she brought in goat meat sauce and steaming hot jollof rice, I thought I would die waiting to dive into the banquet before me.

I watched her come to hug me and help me remove my suit. Gracing my forehead with a kiss, she shooed me to the bathroom to take a shower, while she finished up with the Cole slaw and fruit salad.

Coming back, the table was set and she was sitting in the dining room, dressed in the blue jumpsuit she knew I liked. I took one look at the scene and couldn’t help myself; I broke down in tears. She was beside me in an instant; and drew me to a nearby seat cradling me like a baby. This single gesture elicited more tears.

She held me for a while, waiting for me to pour it all out. Then I told her about my fears and what I had intended to do. I would never forget what she said:

“I’m willing to wait for you till when you’re ready. No one is perfect! With that in mind, let us help bring out the best in each other. In our imperfections, we will love each other, at the same time, giving room for improvements. I love you Mo, together we can do this”…

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That’s exactly what happened. Today, we have no regrets saying ‘I do’ to each other. We understood how to love, even with our flaws. Of course, there are times when we have disagreements; times when either one of us wrongs the other. We learn forgiveness because we know it’s not all a bed of roses.

We have a full grasp on God’s love which He teaches us through His love for us. We are not perfect, yet we shine in our imperfections. We have four adorable kids and we plan on growing old in each other’s arms. It’s onward to forever.

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I became different after Lucy; I steeled myself into forgetting how much I loved her. There were nights; so dark I felt i was being swallowed up by a surging wave of the ocean. I recoiled within myself.

It felt like a rope stretched taut just snapped. The rope in this case was trust. I resolved not to trust any human of the opposite sex anymore. Talks about using one person’s mistake to judge another didn’t faze me from then on. I thought, “let all of us be walking around with our flaws like zombies”. Maybe I was being too harsh and dramatic but I had anger and bitterness rolled up in a ball within me.

I continued like this for two years, living the life of a bachelor. Yes, I snagged a job in a private company in Abuja as an administrative officer. It came with a duplex not too far from the office and an official car. I reckoned I had everything I needed at this point.

But my mom didn’t think so; she used every opportunity she had to drum it into my ears that she wanted grand babies. She was like a hound which had caught a scent and was bent on going after it with all ferocity. I understood her; even felt sorry for her, as I was an only child.

The truth was, I wasn’t ready and so I tried as much as possible to avoid talks of marriage with her. But trust my mom, she didn’t take it easy on me. When she saw I was nonchalant, she’d have a fit, threatening me about dying. One time, I was even called to the hospital that my mom was admitted. I rushed over there with my heart in my mouth, praying that nothing happened to her. The first thing she muttered when I knelt by her bedside was that i get married and give her a grandchild. I was incredulous that she’d bring that up when she was sick but I promised her I’d do something about it.

I wasn’t blind to love, my friends were all married. They even teased me, calling me ‘king of boys’ at intervals. After social outings with either one of them and their families, I’d go home secretly wishing I had someone who loved me too. I didn’t want to be alone for the rest of my life.

I started attending counselling classes after work each day for the next few months. Each session left me refreshed and as time went on, it wasn’t just the sessions; it was the lady in charge of them. Because of her, I looked forward to every meeting. Her name was Efe.

Three months after, during one of such sessions, she confessed to how she had developed feelings for me and I told her likewise. Things went on smoothly between us for two months. My mom even became aware of the relationship. I felt it was time for the next level which was marriage, but I was scared. I fought with this feeling of unease within myself for a while. I didn’t want to commit fully only to break up or get a divorce later on; I was certain it would kill me this time.

Dangerous thoughts hovered in my mind like a nylon billowing in the breeze, “maybe marriage isn’t meant for me after all… What would Efe think when I tell her?” Seems like the break up with Lucy will be reiterated; only this time, it’d be me doing it.

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After months of endless trips to Awka and pleas for a fresh start, Lucy finally agreed and we were officially in a relationship, albeit, long distance. I was happy, I felt the long distance would help us abstain from sex and grow spiritually. I told her we would organise fasts, study and learn new ways to improve ourselves.

We weren’t hiding the relationship so she could also stay in my family house while I was away, serving our nation. During her stay, mommy would call and make series of complaints about Lucy’s eating habits, asking me if that’s the kind of girl I wanted to marry. “She doesn’t wash clothes…”, she would say. But I always found a way to pacify her, even as far as telling her, we were just friends.

About four months later, I was in awe at how we became better; despite the distance, we were closer. I felt at peace that the relationship would last. I looked forward to getting a job, so that we could take it to the next level; l didn’t mind marrying early. Then, it happened…

Like the strong wind that swept me off my feet when I was playing outside as a baby, this blow came; the pain in my chest was so severe that I thought my heart would stop. You may be wondering what could cause such reaction from me…your thoughts may not be far fetched.

Each time I recall this moment, I double over in pain and tears. After my Passing Out Parade (POP), I thought I should go to Awka to see Lucy before going home. When I got there, after greeting her parents, I went to her room. Something felt odd because we were chatting for the last hour before my phone battery died and she knew I was coming over. So i was expecting a grand welcome but I opened her room to find it empty. Maybe she went to the market, I thought happily. The surprise welcome might be underway after all.

I lay on her bed waiting for when the big generator would be turned on so I could power my phone. In the process I slept off. When I opened my eyes, the room was dark. At first I was disoriented, wondering where I was. Immediately, my mind registered. The generator just came on, so I plugged in my phone and I stood for a second, thinking where Lucy would have gone to. It never occurred to me to ask her parents until then.

So, I went downstairs and found them watching TV. I sat with dad and after some minutes, I received it. “Lucy travelled to Lagos the day before, her flight to Canada just moved an hour ago” Seeing the shocked expression on my face, he said, “she didn’t tell you? I thought she’d have told you that’s why we didn’t mention anything when you came” This sounded like Greek to me but I acted like she mentioned it and I forgot she was leaving so soon.

I went upstairs and opened her wardrobe, there were still some clothes in it. I looked sideways to her shoe rack and found an envelope sticking out of a shoe. Not knowing what to expect, I tore it open and this is what I saw:

My love, by the time you’ll have opened this letter, I’ll be out of the country. It breaks my heart to leave you this way; you’ve been a gem. I want you to know that this wasn’t your fault, it’s me, I don’t think I can do this anymore. Please don’t wait for me. I will always love you.
Lucy.


I stood, transfixed to the spot still holding the note. My face was itching me, I raised a finger to scratch it and discovered I had been crying. There was so much pain on my chest that I crumpled up on the floor, coiled in a fetal position.

I don’t know how long I was in that position, but I felt the blood wasn’t flowing to my hands. So I got up and went to the bed. It felt like a million worms were chewing their way out of my stomach, but I had no appetite. I laid on the the bed and cried myself to sleep.

The next morning, I packed my bags; leaving the letter on the bed, I took one long final look at the room, relieving happy moments spent in it; then I walked out. I didn’t tell her parents what happened, but that I needed to get home to my parents. I walked out of the compound that day, resolving not to call or text Lucy again. This was goodbye…
To be continued…

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Lucy was from a wealthy home, and like most rich kids, she was well embedded in the “ajebutter” roots. She had a very good command of English, which was one of the reasons I fell fast. She had a caring heart and supported me in any way possible. At this time, my family knew her and vice versa.

Aside from my many “crushes”, I had no experience whatsoever, concerning the ladies. Once, when Lucy saw a picture of mine, she said, “brother, you’re looking handsome”. I blushed to the roots of my hair. I was about a score and 3 years of age, and that was the first time a lady complimented me and it had that kind of effect on me. I was a virgin.

It would interest you to know that this ‘brother’ had started kissing lips. You know what happens when you’ve tasted something sweet, you just won’t be able to get enough of it. I hadn’t realised that I had already broken the covenant I made with God. I felt that since I hadn’t asked her out, I was safe. There was no way I could have heard if the Holy Spirit was giving me a warning. My thoughts were clouded.

You know, when you’ve kissed someone, you may say you won’t have sex and even take precautions to that effect; it’s just a matter of time before it happens. It’s like drinking sweet wine; you start by taking sips, because it’s sweet, you don’t realise you’ve drunk 2 glasses. Only when you start feeling tipsy, you’ll know you’ve taken too much. That was the case with me.

The day it happened, we were studying late in Lucy’s room. We couldn’t stop kissing. Lucy had some sexual experience, so it was without a doubt, that I was like a child who had been shown the room where all the sweets and candies in the world were kept. The emotions had become tempestuous, building up from the numerous times we had entertained romance.

Before we knew, it was over; the scales of sexual passion had fallen from my eyes. The gravity of what we had just done, dawned on me. I felt so bad that I left her room that night. When I got to my room, I cried myself to sleep.

The next evening was fellowship. I had spent the whole day indoors because I felt like hiding. I thought that this must have been how Adam and Eve felt after eating the forbidden fruit and hid themselves when they heard God’s voice in the garden of Eden. A huge ball of guilt was lodged within me, eating at the flesh of my mind. I couldn’t bear going to church that evening. Flashes of the scene of sexual passion continued playing in my mind every moment.

I was avoiding Lucy; I refused to pick up any of her numerous calls. I tried as much as possible not to cross paths with her. I was losing weight because I didn’t care about eating or taking care of myself. My studies was greatly affected.

I felt that this was the end of my life. I couldn’t listen to preachings of mercy in church because I felt that I had disappointed God; and that He was going to punish me. There was only one thing I could think of doing. And this, soon enough, I was going to regret. It was another mistake I made.

I know a lot of people have gone through situations like this; and you had different paths you followed to come out of this kind of shell. It would be nice to share in the comment section how you did it; for the benefit of others.
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