LETTER FROM A SOUL

Sitting tables apart , I gazed at the balls decoration ;so beautiful I thought,
Until my eyes wondered and saw you. Your smile so pure, your eyes glitter like the stars in the night pulling every string, playing a melody in my heart.

Then you looked in my eyes
Just a brief moment but it felt like eternity
The Butterflies flapping in my stomach would not stop.
Every inch in your face a master piece,
A sculptors best work

Suddenly you turned and spoke to me
Your voice a melody to my ears
Tunning my heart to the beat of love,
With every word you said,
You brought peace to my little troubled heart.

As time went on our conversations turned to dates.
With my heart filled with joy I knew I had found the one,
The one who would calm the raging storm in me.
Gods blessing, an angel to me.

We sure did grow old together,
But now here I stand by your grave side.
Although you’re  gone, I would join you soon that I might see my love again.

P.s Although we might be passing through a lot right know let’s all remember to  love for without it we are nothing and with it we could conquer anything.
g.

MR PRESIDENT

 

” madam please can I have my change for the last time before I tear this place down” a man with a native attire asked the woman at the counter, from his accent and  dressing I’m guessing he’s a Yoruba man. “I’ve given you your change Mr man yet u claim it’s bad is there anything like bad change, oga abeg shift let me attend to someone else” the woman replied in annoyance.

Apparently this two had been going at this for about twenty minute now and it’s just  amusing watching them argue over good and bad change as if the government in power hasn’t shown us the clear difference between the two types of change. Then an interview on the television at the side of the bar  caught my attention.

“Mr president, what do you have to say about the current devaluation of our nation’s currency” the journalist in charge of the interview asked our newly elected president Boo-her-ri who since this year began refused to sign the years budget.
“Well I do not have anything much to say about that but I know that we would  bring back our girls and fight the ‘boko her ram’ insurgence,  fighting corruption is our soul agenda and that, we shall accomplish”

“Mtcheeewwee” I hissed as every word which came out of Mr President mouth irritated my every existence. Would I call it ignorance? How would you ask a grown up individual a simple question and he diverts with such length? How does the nation’s currency affect terrorism? I picked up my things in annoyance as I headed out of the bar.

It’s one week now since the interview issue and I think everything is calm although the exchange rate keeps fluctuating but it’s all good. I got to work with the price of things being normal (even if things are more expensive I guess we can call it normal now)  putting on my TV to receive the bomb that’s not being released by any terrorist group but by Mr President, the cost of fuel per litre is now #145 from #86.

I feel the urge to tell my workers to go home but man must “chop”. The day came to a close and now I’m on my way home, I thought of buying the regular for my kids but when I asked the store woman, the price had increased twice the original price “ahn ahn madam because of why ?” I asked In surprise “no oo!!! You see oga the thing is that the price of fuel has increased” she said so confidently. Wait ooo let’s look at it this woman had this goods in her stall for a while now and fuel just increased this afternoon so how did the price increase? With frustration I zoomed off to my house.

While enjoying the cool breeze of the evening at least it hasn’t been affected by the recent increase of fuel my son walks up to me. “Daddy this is a letter for you from school” collecting the letter with pride, knowing that I owed the school no money. Opening the envelop still filled with pride but on reading the content I saw that the school fees had been increased, the annoying part of the letter was the ending as it reads “this improvement is due to the current increase in fuel price”. Oh no it’s affecting education to.

Well since IKDC refused to give an innocent soul power I put on my generator. It’s dinner time and I noticed my usual 3 piece of meat wasn’t in my meal tonight, instead I had two big bones with flesh coating it. Trying to be calm I asked my wife ” honey what’s up tonight? It seems like one piece of meat stayed behind in the pot” she smiled at me with innocence then gave me the shocker of the night ” my love it’s because of fuel you know…….”
“It’s now #145” I completed her words for her. We ate dinner in silence that night and before long we were done.

I stayed up to listen to the evening news when I heard a knock on the door, rushing down I asked who it was then my neighbour replied.

“What could this man want?” I asked my self as I went down the stairs. The answer to my question was soon answered as he asked “oga “Plex” can I charge my phone in your house”.

Suddenly it dawned on me, then a smirk creeped through my face as a told him ” Mallam please no, not tonight, as you know the price of fuel has increased” I could see the shock in his eyes as he asked “but oga why?” Since the current situation in the country  has found a way of affecting me even on my dinner table I told him “ask your president”……

 

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N.B : Every character in this story or any other is highly fictional. If the content of this story replates to you it’s simply coincidence and no picture belongs to me I got them from Google, thank you.

YESTERDAY IS GONE PART 2

It’s been two years now since the incident and it has been the worst two years of my life. We had to move out of our house to a one room apartment because that was what mom could afford. Last week I got sent out of school on account of my inability to pay my fees. From a robust looking boy, I now look like a starved dog. You could literally see my ribs popping from my chest. Poverty doesn’t look well on me but does it look well on any one?
“David, David”, my mum called out to me. “Could you please help me get salt from the woman down the street so I could use it while cooking”.

At first, I was furious because she interrupted my reading but then I remembered she is my mom and I would do anything to make her happy even if it meant depriving myself of any form of pleasure.

On my way to the stall where I was to purchase the salt, someone called my name but I ignored due to haste. On my way back five minutes later, I felt a sharp pain on my head and it was obvious someone had thrown a stone at me. With anger raging in my heart, I turned back to confront the person but instead, I received a deafening slap.

“Who do you think you are? I called you and you just ran past me?” the deep voice said to me. By this time, my vision was blurred from the slap. Fear filled my heart and I started to beg for forgiveness saying I wouldn’t repeat it again. “It’s not your fault” the boy said “your father didn’t train you well”. All of a sudden I felt chills down my spine. Suddenly, my vision was what it used to be and I could now clearly see the boy who was harassing me. It was Jacob; one of the boys who regularly ate at our house on Fridays.

That night I cried myself to sleep with the thought of if my dad was alive, salt wouldn’t be a problem in the house and that big for nothing bully Jacob wouldn’t have spoken to me the way he did. I vowed from that night that due to these harassment and humiliation, I would be successful.

The other day mum went to the market to get food stuff for the house and some market women mocked her dressing simply because her dress had a tear and some other patched areas. As if that wasn’t enough, our landlord has threatened to throw us out of the house more times than I can count due to failure to pay his rent. We are in the house today but our rent is still overdue for payment.

Five years rolled by, five years of continuous suffering. We practiced an eating system of eating once a day just to make sure food went round.
Now, I’m a university graduate with a second class (upper) degree in accounting. The future seems bright for me.

Not too long after my youth service I got a job in a leading bank in the country with a good salary. By dint of hard work, I got promoted often which led to envy among-st my colleagues. I was also blessed with a beautiful wife Moronke and two lovely children. Life seemed to be going well for me until one sunny Tuesday afternoon when my boss called me into his office.

“David, you’re one of the best staff this organization has ever seen in a long while”. His words made my head swell. In fact, it got it spinning. Still I feared there was a “but”. As soon as my fears kicked in, he continued “but I’m afraid we have to let you go’’. At the sound of his voice I almost broke down. I told myself, if I get fired today, I’m committing suicide because I don’t know how I would cope with my wife, children and my mother. “You’re being transferred and promoted to be the General Manager of our new branch”.

I was the happiest man alive that day. You know what they say; enjoyment for a year would make you forget how long your suffering lasted. This enjoyment is lasting forever. The joy in my mother’s heart is all I can imagine as I walk down the street to my house. On getting home I see the door wide open but nobody was in. At first I thought we had been burgled but a neighbour told me what happened. My mother had a heart attack and was rushed to the hospital. Is this not my day of joy? Or can’t I be happy for long? These questions plagued my mind as a drove down to the hospital.

I feel the evening breeze on my face as I stand on the balcony of my house. The journey so far has been nothing but a bitter-sweet experience, not totally a tragedy as the popular saying would go “there is always light at the end of the tunnel”. Now the manager of a company, married to a beautiful wife and father to two beautiful children my eyes water as I reflect on the not so distant past.

Today is different, it’s my mother’s burial.

When I got to the hospital, I went straight to her ward with the fear of losing her. I delivered the news of my promotion to her. On her dying bed she looked at me and smiled saying “we made it, the pain of yesterday is gone” squeezing my hands she drew her last breath.

“A gem filled with light; glowing refusing not to shine
A mother, a friend and a companion to me
Though left alone in this world by her loved one
She remained strong for she knew she had a torch to carry
A torch that would light up the world that is me
And now that I’ve bloomed, you’ve been taken away
Although you might not eat the sweet fruit of your labor
Unlike every face we see every day at our office and at the bus station
Your memories I would carry in my heart until my heart beats its last
You would forever be remembered “

As I said the last words of her eulogy her body was laid in the grave and I smiled remembering her words “the pain of YESTERDAY IS GONE”

YESTERDAY IS GONE

I feel the evening breeze on my face as I stand on the balcony of my house. The journey so far has been nothing but a bitter-sweet experience, not totally a tragedy as the popular saying would go “there is always light at the end of the tunnel”. Now the owner of a company, married to a beautiful wife and father to 2 beautiful children my eyes water as I reflect on the not so distant past.

“David would you please get a cup of water for your dad to drink?” my mom asked me as she nursed my father on his sick-bed.

Reluctantly I left to get the water but the sadness in her eyes said a lot. Heading towards the door, I glanced at her and all I saw on her face was fear, the fear of losing her beloved. Every moment seemed to be the last.

Just a week ago, we had a family vacation all planned out for summer but now the doctors were fighting tooth and nail to keep my dad alive. Apparently he had cancer and didn’t tell anyone. He slumped during dinner two nights ago and was rushed to the hospital where after several tests, the doctor told us about his illness.

Trying not to dwell on the fact that my mom would probably be a widow soon, I rather chose to remember the memories of the good days we had as a family. Our family Friday was the best day of the week for me, when dad would take my mum and I out for dinner at any restaurant of our choice.

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the scream of “DOCTOR!”.
It sounded like my mum. Immediately a man dressed in a white overall, who I guessed must be the doctor, rushed towards the ward accompanied by two nurses dressed in blue. Immediately, I ran after them to know what was happening but as I got to the door of the ward, it was shut before I could enter.

I sat down on the floor repeating to myself “I cannot be fatherless”. I mean I never expected this, at least not any time soon.

Then after what felt like eternity, the doctor came out looking indifferent. What is it with doctors and straight faces? Then I saw her, my mother on the floor drowning in her own tears. I ran towards her, feeling the body of the man who was once my father. “Dad, dad, dad!!!!!” I cried out, but he was long gone. I tried to be strong for my mother, fighting back tears but the thought of him being dead sent tears flowing down my chubby cheeks.
As the tears fell more and more like a tap without a control valve, I realized things wouldn’t be the same anymore for a long time. How would I survive? How would we cope? This questions plagued my mind as I watched the body being taken away.

Stay glued for part two

 

‘Atinuke’

UNLOVED PART 2

MR EZRA’S Point of View

“Where Is she?” were the words that screamed in my head as I searched for Aduni around the neighborhood.

“It’s been four days now since she left the house and Aduni is nowhere to be found and the police have no news of her where about. It scares me to think that I caused a girl so young so much pain that she ran away. Even after my constant torture, I would still like to see her alive”.

ADUNIS Point Of View

“It’s been four days now since I left that hell hole and I’m starving. The restaurant where I ate left- over food from for the past few days told me yesterday that I was not needed anymore. With the impression that I irritated her customers with my “smelling” presence, the owner told me point-blank never to come back”.

“I’ve been sleeping in an uncompleted building; it provides protection from the dangers of the night – or so I thought”.

AUTHORS Point Of View

“It’s the fourth night since her escape and Aduni has taken refuge in an uncompleted building. This place is her fortress as she receives no physical torture from her step dad.

“It’s about 2am and cold. Aduni struggles with mosquitoes as she shares an apartment with rodents. On her first night she woke up to find six rats having a swell time on her body. It gave her the fright of her life considering they ate her toes.

“She is about to sleep when she hears footsteps. She thinks it’s Ronke; an orphan rejected at birth who stays with her”.

ADUNIS Point Of View

“Ronke, you’re back I said with my eyes still shut. Ronke has a thing for bringing me food every night, so I was glad when I heard her footstep or at least I thought the footsteps were hers.

Then there was no reply “RONKE!!!! RONKE!!!!” I cried out but no response still. Then suddenly, a rat crawled up my leg causing me to panic.

Screaming and shouting for whoever it was to answer but no one did. Then everywhere went silent. Instantly I knew this could not be good so I stood to run”.

MR EZRA’S Point Of View

“Aduni’s destination is unknown. I’m scared for my wife because she’s so worried for her only child. Where in God’s name could she be? Tonight seems to be different.

It feels like something bad is going to happen to her and it’s all my fault. What would I do if something terrible happens? I won’t be able to live with myself.

I’m filled with rage that she could subject us to such treatment. The thought of beating sense into her head once I find her crept into my head but that’s not the problem now.

My dinner is cold; I want to go out to look for her. I remember passing by an uncompleted building around the area earlier on today and I feel like going there but it just started raining. I guess I’ll check when the rain stops.

I climb into my bed and in less than 10 minutes, I’m gone”.

ADUNIS Point Of View

“As I took my first few strides towards the exit I’m held tight by a man who reeks of alcohol. My heart skips a beat then another. Oh God, this can’t be what I think it is, I prayed.

I try to struggle but it seems he does a little bit of lifting because he feels so strong. From the look of things, I’ll need help to get free. Then his partner reaches for my pants. I try to kick and fight my way out of the man’s grip but I’m weak from starvation.

“Aduni u can do this, you can escape” were the words in my head until suddenly I felt a sharp pain by the side of my abdomen. “I’ve been stabbed?” I asked myself. Nodding my head as if to answer my own question, I felt myself bleeding badly. When the man who stabbed me realized what he did, he said “Oh, I meant to tear your shirt with that.”

“Like that would make things better” I cursed under my breath.

The blood didn’t stop him from getting my dress off and sliding off my pants. I try to shout but it’s raining, the men at the police station next to the building wouldn’t even hear me scream.

Everything begins to dim, I imagine the smirk on the man’s face as he did his thing. He must really be enjoying himself as I cursed repeatedly under my breath.

“Curse you Mr Ezra or step dad or whatever you call yourself “I said repeatedly until black spots clouded my sight and I lose consciousness.

MR EZRA’S Point Of View

“I woke up early this morning in a rush to check the building I saw last night. On my way out, I’m stopped by the sight of my wife crying, hitting her head hard on the floor with her eyes heavy from constant crying.

I rush to stop her from hurting herself but she screamed at me calling me names I really don’t want to remember, swearing that when she finds her daughter she’s leaving my house.

Just then I turned to the TV where I saw on the news, a young girl was found dead in an uncompleted building few streets away. The M.E states that the cause of death was bleeding but she was also raped.

My heart beats in variation. The dilemma of it being her or not was too much for me such that I didn’t know when I bit my lips so hard it bled.

I managed to drive to the police station with my wife who constantly swore on her late husband’s grave that I’ll be the next to be announced dead if it’s her baby.

We arrived at the station and I was greeted by my police friends saluting as they shouted “EJA NLA”. I waved them away as I headed straight to the M. E’s office.

Then I was shown the body.

“Aduni!!!!” I shouted

“This is not you, she’s not the one ooo” were the words that came out of my mouth as I jumped in excitement. She might still be alive after all.

We took our leave and right outside the station was an ambulance and a stretcher was being moved from it.

My wife shouted “My daughter” it was then I realized that it was really Aduni, with blood all over her body and her cloth ripped apart. We rushed towards the ambulance following it to the hospital”.

ADUNIS point of view

My arms are weak, I’m tired, my stomach hurts really bad but I feel someone holding my hand, the touch feels feminine, who could it be?

With much effort, I open my eyes and was surprised to see who stood before me.
“Get out of here” I tried to scream but it came out weak. I’m sure it took concentration to hear what I just said.

For someone who just recovered, I was angry, angry at my step dad and angry at my mom who stood by and watched every torture I went through.

After a lot of begging I forgave my mother for she was a victim also but my step dad wouldn’t go unpunished.

The community took my case up and he is being charged to court. He is looking at a long time behind bars. I’m just happy to be alive.

For the first time in a really long time, I get to eat good food. I can’t even remember the taste of fresh food and I’m getting it from a hospital. Your guess is as good as mine. It’s sad”.

AUTHORS point of view

Aduni recovered after a month of being hospitalized but the trauma of the rape remains.

Mr Ezra was charged to court on two counts of domestic violence and child abuse to which he pleaded guilty only because his lawyer told him it would reduce his jail term.

Mrs Sola, Adunis mother got divorced and stayed single taking care of her only daughter.

UNLOVED

She runs away from everyone and everything, body filled with scars and wounds from  beating and constant torture. She can’t even crawl out of her own shell, shes always a mess, every strand of thread used in the sewing of her dress sticks out from every stitch. Behind all this is a beautiful girl named Aduni at least she was until the death of her father two years back.

Mr Ademola’s corpse was found at the scene of a fatal motor accident, his wife was called on to receive the news but unfortunately Aduni; his 16 years old daughter reached for the phone since her mom wasn’t home. She received the news via an old man and from that moment her life took a new direction.

Mrs sola got married again to a brutal sorry excuse of a man. Popularly known as “eja nla”, Mr Ezra took no joy in seeing his step daughter happy. Subjecting her to various torture and hardship he withdrew her from her school and used her as a maid in the house. She goes days without food and any form of mistake is corrected with lashes on her back.

“Daddy I would like to ask you a favor and would be so glad if u could grant my heart desires”

were the words Aduni took a whole day rehearsing to tell her step dad once he got back from work that night. Finally he got back around 8:30 pm which was his regular routine, after serving him his favorite dish she waited till he was fully comfortable and relaxed before she managed to spill out the question hunting her mind since morning

“you want to go back to what?” Mr Ezra said laughing

“school” she replied

“Mama Aduni come and see this your good for nothing miscreant you call a daughter she says she wants to go back to school” he said almost chocking

“olowo ori mi you have the final say” Mrs Sola said with pain in her heart but she couldn’t say anything against her husband he took her in when no one did, even if he never treated her bad but Aduni was always he’s victim,

“she is not going anywhere and that is it” this words kept echoing in Adunis head for a week, for her request, she was punished with no food for days until finally she made up her mind

“I’ve had enough of this I’m running away, I can’t take this no more”……………………………………….

Stay glued for part 2

GENESIS

SO I WAS ALL ALONE AT HOME WITH MY PEN WRITING, ITS SOMETHING I DO A LOT, THEN IT HIT ME “why don’t you share your writings with everyone”so I decided to start this blog, I’m not sure how good this would be but I’m hoping for the best.

Remember don’t read alone share with every one, yes including the person beside you. Guess what it’s my mom’s birthday !!!! Yay!!!!!  Love you mom hope you have a blast.