₦airaland Forum

Oluneutral:
Good!
Weldone to our health workers!


BTW..........
I hope today's Lagos confirmed COVID19 patients will not be times four of those discharged sha!



This too shall soon pass by God's grace!

Amen

VeeVeeMyLuv:
Walahi u are very correct,

See ehn once money is involved, all these rubbish sentiment and prejudice will jump out of the window,

I have seen it happen before, I continue to see it happen in recent times.

Davido, P squares come to mind. Very true!

Aidlyfe:
Remove Love and put Money in your response and you will make brain.

Well you are correct too. But I think using them (money/love) concurrently will make excess brain.

Aidlyfe:
Let everybody marry their own trybe.

Love does not recognize tribal boundaries. Constraining Love with the sentiments of geographical landmarks and culture robs it of its essence.

So many potential marriages have hit the rock simply because of unfounded/superstitious arbitrary edifices built by our ancestors.

It is time to exit this mind imprisonment.

VeeVeeMyLuv:
Op it is religion and tribe that is making people to be sentimental.

Remove these you will find out everybody na the same with same MR NIGER D characteristic

Absolutely the same Mr Niger D. Regrettably, it is we in the circle of religion that are guilty most times.

immaq8:
what does your write up gat to do with my personality... because I'm a lady so I don't have opinion..mbok?

No that's not what I mean. I mean, ladies mostly are the victims of theses biases for obvious reasons. So I suppose you also should be a crusader of unison, just as I'm doing at the moment.

immaq8:
you can take someone out of the village but you can't take the village out of the person.

Meaning? I thought you are a lady?

I will love to hear your views cum experiences, if any. Thank you.

The way this idea crystallized into my brain last time, made me to bring it you. Read to end.

It is no longer news that place of origin is now a very important determinant factor in marriages in Igbo land and environs. Well, I am writing because I am an Igbo man, so I cannot vouch for other tribes.


My people for “how long shall we continue in sin that grace may abound?” For how long shall we allow the medieval ideologies of 18th century still determine the status of the very most important institution in our time – marriage.

History has fed us with so many negativities concerning marriage that if time is not taken we will become our own enemies without knowing it. Am I still speaking parables? Don’t worry, let me go direct to the point.

It is not every Imo girl na-agba n’iro (sleeps outside)
Not every Mbaise person bü agwo (that is a snake)
Not every IMO guy na-akpu oke sense (that is too clever)
It is not every Anambra man bü onye ogwu ego (that is a ritualist)
It is not every Anambra woman na-adominate their husband (that dominates their husband)
Not every Enugu/nsukka girl that is primitive
Not all Enugu men are lazy
It is not every Aba/Ngwa girl na-eri anu mmadu (that eats human flesh)
It is not every Abia man (??)
All Abakaliki/Ebonyi people are not primitive
Not all every Akwaibom/Calabar girl na-agba n’iro (sleeps outside)
It is not every Rivers/Delta person (??)
All Edo people are not witches/wizards
Etc

Regrettably, all these factors which we hold so tenaciously are environmentally induced. How do you expect an IMO girl born and brougt up in Enugu to behave like your supposedly Imo-like? There is no way an Abakaliki man born and brought up in Anambra will act like the supposed Abakaliki man. And so on and so forth…These things are modifiable, and are not genetic. Character can be built and is very amenable to change. If you want that Anambra girl to behave like your supposed Enugu girl, you can do it. If you want Aba girl to act like your choice Anambra girl, you can do it. These features are very incontrovertibly malleable, and I can prove that beyond every conceivable doubt for anyone that wishes to.

Apart from the love you have for yourselves (which I am not here to talk about), What should be our primary concern are genetic factors that are non-modifiable. Things like genetic diseases like cancer, sickle cell disease, etc. These ones are even becoming modifiable with advances in medicine and health care.

Please, ladies and gentle men, let us remove these deleterious attributes from our marriage curriculum before it wrecks greater havoc in our hard-earned existence. Do not say it does not concern you, it does. I may not remember your state or your town, but the truth is every town/state in Nigeria has one or more of these stereotyped beliefs hanging on their neck.

He that lives in a glass house, should not throw stones

https://www.odoctor.ng/the-influence-of-place-of-origin-in-marriage-in-igboland-way-forward/

Racoon:
What about Wuhan where it all started or Italy, US? Why Nigeria? On top which person head? So are we truly Guinea pigs? It seems the WHO/Bill Gates conspiracy is true esp.with the HOR hurried passage of the vaccination bill.

Sorry what does the bill entail? Forceful vaccination, even against wish??

...well I didn't allow that distract me. There was already an all important reality b4 me - my delicacy. I continued to munch it with vigor and ardor, just like a wild fire in a harmattan season, sending it down unto the journey of no return in my rumbling gastrum. The smile on my face was not just inspiring, it was physiologically atypical, empirically idiopathic.
Just at that moment, the voice came again. This time very insidious. And I heard, "write". " write what actually " I grinned. Before, it was "is there no balm in gilead," now it is "write". Any connection, relation, or corellation? Time definitely shall tell. Well, being a man of faith, I reached out for my 'black and white' to see if I can pen down somethin meaningful, but there was not 'black' around. Ziam! I reached for my phone, and decided to type it. After typing, the voice said " publish". Whether it made sense or not can only be judged by any reader.
Read it here:
https://www.odoctor.ng/the-influence-of-place-of-origin-in-marriage-in-igboland-way-forward/

...To be continued.

(Thinking about the Children in my compound)
"But what do these children learn from school"? I retorted, munching my food with all vigor and ardor. How can these children come back from school, and instead of rehearsing what they learnt from the classroom, they only rehearse what they learnt at the motor park. It has become so recurrent that, one of the ways to know that it's 4pm (children are back from school) is when you start hearing: " gariki, garriki, gariki...gariki ofu onye...gariki, ka o banye"
"New market, 100 naira, ofu onye....new market, market, new market..."
"Holy Ghost, Holy Ghost, Holy Ghost..."
Regrettably, the people who natured and nurtured care less. And by the way, they are no better. Agwo ga-amuriri ihe toro ogologo (A snake must give birth to a long something)...

(Continuing)
..."Who could that be?" I pensively looked at the door, pausing to hear the local knocking methodology the second time. I was sure I did not invite anyone, at least not in this lockdown. I did not hear the knock again. "May be its one of these children living in this yard", I reassured myself, even though my preoccupation was to demystify the content of my pot; not necessarily giving the content an identifiable appellation, but to send it on a journey of no return into my gastrum.

donestk:
I meant someone with several past relationships that went down with most of them.

Actually, she has seen it all. She will be far more faithful than the "virgins" who would want to explore after few years of marriage.

Meanwhile there is no hard and fast rule about it. Faithfulness in marriage is a function of love, discipline and fear of God. And not based on virginity or non-virginity. Anybody can cheat.

BTW, how did you knw she has been in so many re/ship? She told you right? That's the first sign of faithfulness. She could have decided not to tell, and guess what, you won't still know.

Reset your priorities!

.."may be after enlisting the content of my pot, I could possibly have a befitting nomenclature for it. Inside the pot were -water, beans, potato, plaintain, red oil, salt, green vegetable, maggi, ginger, garlic, tumeric and onions..."So what did I cook", I asked myself. Three options entered my head. Immediately I heard a knock at the door - kpai! kpai!...

to be continued

Without further delay, I decided to fill up my boiling pot, with "whatever". After 10mins, the intensity of the aroma oozing out from my pot was scintillating, absolutely atypical. Through my tinted window, I watched my neighbor gulping happily his saliva, then my pathologic euphoria became intoxicating. " How did this magic happen?" I asked...Certainly it is inexplicable! What is the name of my food? I cannot answer...but I can vividly enumerate the content of my pot. In my self-serving elation, and urge to know, I reached out for my ballpoint and a paper...

(Continuing....)
...Already being cuddled by hunger, and distressed by the economic significance of burning gas on just water, I decided to give attention to my kitchen engagement. Hurriedly I peeled all the potatoes. At one corner of my abode were some pieces of overiped plaintain plantain. "Could these go with potato?" I asked rhetorically. "But how could I have set off to cook without even knowing what to cook", I soliloquized...Fiam! I reached for those plaintain, and started giving it the 'potato-treatment'. "I have to justify my presence in the kitchen," I assuredly myself.

Of what essence is this news?

...to be continued

...but on particular line kept recurring amongst the whole conundrum, and it says,
"Is there no balm in Gilead, is there no Physician there?"

...The bewilderment reached its highest level of sophistication. "Balm, Gilead, Physician"? I queried.

...but My pot of water has already started hissing. The boiling point was imminent despite being 3 mins into the whole procedure...The reason was not farfetched, my gas cylinder was in compliance with the urgency of the moment, and did not hesitate to play its role of combustion.

And the dilemma became incontrovertibly real - to give credence to ideas waving on my way, or to continue my potato peeling...I tried to coordinate both, yes, I tried to serve two masters at the same time, at least for today...

True life story of "Something" in the making

...And after some few glances into the pages of my Surgery text, I headed towards my food preparatory centre, few metres from my reading table, separated by a curtain, to see if I can conjure any delicacy that has enough stature to to quench the irresistible claims of my gastrointestinal mucosa.

As I laid my hand on some potato tubers lying fallow in my food cubicle since the corona lockdown, some ideas began to crystalize into my frontal lobe.

At first it seemed superficial and passive, I felt like waving them away, but it started proving heavy and heavier with time...I paused to take some deeper thought of this psychological burden...

Courage my people courage. Weeping may endure for the night, but joy cometh in the morning. Psalm 30:5

We shall overcome by the blood of the lamb, and by the words of our testimony
Rev. 12:11
Amen.
-ODoctor

Great...God bless Kwankwa.

On another note,
It is a thing of dismay that covid19 is teaching us how the world was designed to be:
- A world where the haves will always compete to help the have-nots
-A world where our banks can donate billions to help people and not collapse.
-A world where several mansions can be converted to hospitals and the owners will still not die.
- A world things that matter most (hospitals) should be in every street, instead things that matter less(hotels, beer palors)
-A world where doctors should be as important as entertainers.

I pray God helps us to uphold these virtues in the post-covid19 era.

- ODoctor

dingbang:
abeg which one is tumeric? Is it curry?

No. Ask those women selling cooking stuffs in market, they will know. But if u don't see, garlic and ginger is OK.

aladeokin1000:
Really nice one. Cheers!

Thank you.

Coronavirus is real, but with hot water every morning and every evening the virus will be difficult to establish itself in your pharynx.

Always gaggle hot water and then drink it. For me I add garlic, ginger, and tumeric in the boiling water. Try to be doing this at least once in two days, and especially when you go out and meet people, on reaching your house, this should be the first thing to do.

This video might help.

Grace!


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFAsEQXV6VU

BigBashiru:
It's better yu stay back and fix your country. It's called self respect 101 a course Nigerians need to take.

Yea, I hope to do so, but I think its more of being patriotic than respecter of self.

Vanity upon vanity, says the preacher, vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
Eccl 1:2

There are so many devices in the heart of a man, but only the counsel of the Lord shall stand.
Prov 19:21

My plans of leaving Nigeria for a greener pasture abroad are beginning to wane, no thanks to these incessant malodorous exhibition from the white skin people.

I cannot afford to live a second-class-citizen life of servile servitude and inferiority complex.
- ODoctor

Lying about age - an agelong evil that has gained the the approval of many, and hence has become a norm. The worst form of glorifed vice I have ever seen, certified, adopted and practised even by the elect; and to pacify its gravity, it was christened Football age, as against real age. What a way to cremate a conscience! God have Mercy!
-ODoctor