Monthly Archives: December 2017


This is the last post of the year 2017 and I would like to appreciate every one who has taken out time to follow, read or comment on this blog. You have all made my stay here worthwhile.

I’m so far from perfect but I am definitely not here by mistake. I am a product of GRACE. (If you love Kirk Franklin like me, you would recognize this line ūüėČ )

Today is Christmas and I would like to say, please remember the reason for the season – JESUS.

I leave with this track which I love so much as the lyrics are powerful. Enjoy and be blessed!

Merry Christmas!!! ūüéĄūüéĄ

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Nkechi looked at her husband’s family members comprising her husband’s mother, his sister and his first cousin. His sister, Ujunwa spat in her direction.  

‚ÄúTufia.¬†You must leave this house today.”¬†¬†

‚ÄúPack your load, barren woman.‚Ä̬†Ejike‚Äôs¬†mother shouted.¬†

Nkechi stood like one in a trance. She looked at Ejike but he refused to meet her eyes. His new wife sat beside him grinning from ear to ear. She was old enough to be her daughter if she wasn’t barren like her husband’s mother had called her. She took a deep breath and looked to the heavens. No words were muttered but her heart cried out to God in anguish. 


Nkechi¬†had met¬†Ejike¬†in the Aba¬†market. She had run an errand for her mother¬†and¬†was about leaving the market when she saw one of her classmates¬†talking to¬†Ejike.¬†Her classmate had introduced¬†Ejike¬†to her as his cousin who just¬†arrived¬†from¬†Port-Harcourt¬†for¬†the festive season. Immediately¬†Ejike¬†saw her, he smiled and said; ‚ÄúYou will be my wife.‚Ä̬†¬†

Nkechi had looked at him like one who had lost his senses. How do you meet someone and immediately call the person your wife? She was about to write her final exams and marriage was definitely the last thing on her mind. She intended to go to the University to study Nursing as she had long admired the sparkling white uniform of the village nurses.

A week later, Ejike and his father came to her house to discuss with her parents. Their discussion was not shared with her and she wondered what it was about. After her final exams, her father called her and informed her that Ejike and his family had asked for her hand in marriage. She told her father she wasn’t ready to get married but her father said he understood her fears. Ejike had promised to ensure she went to the University to study the course of her choice. Even though, Nkechi was not comfortable with her parents arrangements, she had had no choice but to accept. 


Twenty-one years after, she had two degrees, a loving husband but no child. Ejike had stood by her all through but after the death of his father two years ago, Nkechi’s world came crashing. The death of her father-in-law opened her eyes to reveal her husband’s family. Her husband’s father was the only covering she had and she became exposed to the wiles of her husband’s mother and sister. 


‚ÄúAre you now deaf?‚ÄĚ Her husband‚Äôs cousin¬†yelled. She¬†was¬†yet to be married at forty-five and she really did not¬†care¬†about breaking her cousin‚Äôs family.¬†She stood up and¬†looked¬†at her cousin. ‚ÄúEjike, if you are not man enough, we will help you.‚ÄĚ She said as she stormed towards the bedrooms.¬†

Thirty minutes later, her¬†husband‚Äôs sister and cousin dragged a box to the living room.¬†‚ÄúCarry your load and go oh. We don’t want a cursed woman in our family.‚ÄĚ Her sister-in-law said.¬†

‚ÄúEjike,¬†Ejike!‚Ä̬†Nkechi¬†called as she took a deep breath. ‚ÄúWhat have I done to deserve this?‚Ä̬†

Ejike kept mum refusing to look at the face of his wife of twenty-one years. 

‚ÄúNo problem. I will go¬†but I leave you in the hands of your maker.‚Ä̬†Nkechi¬†said as she shrugged.¬†

‚ÄúWitch, leave. Leave! She has eaten all the children in her womb.‚Ä̬†Ejike‚Äôs¬†mother shouted as she clapped her hands.¬†


Nkechi¬†went back to her mother‚Äôs house. Her dad was late and her mum¬†now¬†lived alone.¬†Each day,¬†Nkechi¬†cried out to God and at a point, her mother had to tell her to leave God alone.¬†‚ÄúYou have cried enough, my daughter. God is not deaf.‚Ä̬†

One year later, Nkechi came back from work one evening and met one of her course mates from school talking to her mother. 

‚ÄúUche!‚ÄĚ She¬†screamed when she saw him. ‚ÄúWhat are you doing here?‚Ä̬†

Uche¬†laughed.¬†‚ÄúI came to see you.‚Ä̬†

‚ÄúMe? How did you know I¬†live here?‚Ä̬†

‚ÄúIt is a small world and information flies around.‚Ä̬†Uche¬†said grinning.¬†

Nkechi’s mother stood up and left the friends to catch up on old times.  

‚ÄúSo¬†I guess you heard?‚Ä̬†Nkechi¬†asked.¬†

‚ÄúI did and that’s why I came immediately.‚Ä̬†Uche¬†replied.¬†

‚ÄúI don’t understand.‚Ä̬†

‚ÄúNkechi, I always wanted you but you were married.‚Ä̬†

Nkechi¬†stood up abruptly as she looked at¬†Uche.¬†‚ÄúWhich kain joke be¬†dis? Abeg, stop am.‚Ä̬†Nkechi¬†said; her face getting serious.¬†

“Do I look like one that is joking, Nkechi? 

“Uche,¬†abeg, come go your house.”¬†Nkechi¬†said.¬†

“Please think about it,¬†Nkechi. I mean every word.”¬†

“Don’t you understand?”¬†Nkechi¬†asked; giving him a confused look. “I spent twenty-one years of my youthful life with a man and could not give him a child. I have been labelled a witch and a barren woman. I want to live the rest of my life in peace. Biko!”¬†

Uche smiled. “I did not come to you because I wanted a child. I came to you for companionship.”¬†

Nkechi¬†got angry and walked Uche out of her mother’s house. Her mother who had listened to the whole conversation chided her. “I thought you had been praying to God.”¬†

“Yes mama. What has my prayer got to do with this?”¬†

“Open your heart, my daughter. God wants to change your story.”¬†

Nkechi sighed deeply as she looked at her mother. 


Two¬†weeks later, Uche paid another visit to¬†Nkechi¬†house and decided to discuss with her mother.¬†Nkechi’s¬†mother gave her blessings and asked him to give her time. Soon,¬†Nkechi’s¬†heart softened towards Uche and she accepted his proposal. In two months, marriage preparations for a¬†low key¬†wedding began.¬†¬†

Six months after their wedding, Nkechi began to feel sick. She went to the hospital and she was confirmed three months pregnant. Nkechi could not believe the news. She went to two other hospitals to do a test and the results all came out positive. Uche was overjoyed and he began to take extra care of his wife.  

In the thirty-seventh week, Nkechi put to bed a set of twin boys wiping away her shame of twenty-one years. 

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She stared at her reflection in the mirror before her. She hardly recognized herself. The scars on her face were a constant reminder of what she had been through in the last eighteen months. She had been involved in a fatal motor accident which had claimed the lives of everyone except hers. Her survival remained a mystery to the doctors and according to them, it was medically impossible. After a series of surgeries, the doctors had made an attempt to give her a face.


At forty-two, she was still unmarried and she wondered if any man would desire her now with the visible scars on her face. The shrill tone of her mobile phone jolted her out of her deep thoughts. She tapped the bluetooth device attached to her left ear.

“Ronke speaking. How may I help you?”

She listened intently to the person on the other end as she nodded her head.

“Thank you very much, sir. I appreciate your patronage.” She said as she ended the call.

Her jewellery business was doing well and she lacked nothing. She had bought a house for herself and her parents from the proceeds of her business. She owned a block of twelve apartments which had been fully occupied by tenants. She also had investments in landed properties.


Her mind wandered to her closest friends and she sighed. Amaka had been married for five years with two beautiful kids. Within those five years, she had unsuccessfully searched for a job. She had tried her hands on various businesses but each one failed after six months. Amaka’s daily prayer to God was for a job.

Aisha was yet to have a child. Within ten years of marriage, she had had six miscarriages. Amaka and Ronke were always by her side to give her a shoulder to cry on. Even though she had a loving husband who told her incessantly that he married her for love and companionship and not for children; that did not stop Aisha from getting worried about her inability to carry a child to term. Her daily prayer to God was for a child.



Ronke took a deep breath as her grandmother’s words resonated within her. “M√°a fi ago al√°ago s√°r√®.” (Don’t run with another’s time). Each one of them had their own race ahead of them. She had every reason to be thankful. This time last year, she would have been dead and long buried. She was however alive and had found fulfillment in putting smiles on the faces of children who needed corrective surgery through her donations to a foundation which supported the cause.

She took one last look at herself in the mirror and smiled. She picked up her handbag from the dresser as she walked out of her house. It was another day and she was going forth to conquer the world.


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“Please can you assist me in getting a bus to Okoko.” A male voice spoke from the back.

The two friends were seated in a danfo bus and had been discussing with each other. They looked back to acknowledge the person with the voice. He was quite young; probably in his late 20s and he was wearing sunshades which were not so dark. The friends shared a look. He was visually impaired.

“Okay.” They responded as the bus inched slowly towards the final bus-stop. Every other passenger had disembarked and the three of them were left in the bus; besides the driver and the conductor.

“Conductor, you have not given me my change.” The guy said to the conductor. The conductor handed him a fifty naira note and the two friends watched him as he felt the naira note.

“How much did you give me?” He asked the conductor.

“Fifty naira.” The conductor responded.

He put the money in his pocket as he said a thank you to the conductor.

The bus arrived the final destination and the three of them disembarked. The friends held his hands; one on the right and the other on the left as they led him to where he was going to get a bus to Okoko.

“So how do you know the amount you are giving to the conductor?” One of the friends asked him.

“I arrange my money accordingly before leaving home.” The guy replied.

“But what if the conductor does not give you the correct change?” She asked again.

“Well.” He replied as he shrugged. “I only hope they will.”

“And how would you find your way home?” She asked him; still confused.

“I know my way around.” The visually impaired guy concluded.

The friends ensured that he was seated in a bus going towards his destination before they proceeded on their own mission.

They however wondered about how he coped daily with no guide to take him around.



A few weeks later, one of the friends was standing at a bus-stop when she saw a woman get off a tricycle. She seemed to be partial visually impaired. She had neither a guide nor a white cane. She looked disoriented for a few seconds after getting off the tricycle as she blinked many times; maybe in an effort to get her eyes accustomed to the environment.

Only one question was in the mind of the lady as she watched the visually impaired woman. How do the visually impaired survive in a country like Nigeria? A country where adequate provisions are not made for people living with disabilities.


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