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13 Jun, 2018, No comments

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SO BIG TO BE USEFUL...

29 May, 2018, No comments

It rained cat and dog for consecutively two days and the fact that I couldn't trek to farm due to the wetness of besides-road-grasses, necessitated such lucid discussion. If it had not rained, such morning is used to plan for each day's farming activities with Mama.

Mama had warned me to be careful the way I mingles with my village compatriots. They must have thought you came back with lots of money, she said. Although such could've been far-near to the truth, but the word 'lots' suffocated the whole truth.

It was farming period. I traveled home to invest in Agriculture, although the plan was to partially partner with Mama and also help her weed some of her farm.

The first plan was to cultivate about 35 plots of land since land wouldn't be a problem ( in the whole village, none was richly endowed more than us with land. Mama said I can't know all our lands till I settle in the village) and the second was to cultivate another 10 plots during my August long vacation.

And to achieved this, labourers are needed in both clearing and thrilling of the Lands. Planting of maize and cassava would be done by me after which mama would plant her Coco-yam, green vegetable, okro, pumpkin and cucumber, since I don't have interest in cultivating them.

On such Beautiful morning, Emeka my childhood friend visited with five other friends. We had been buddies for long; we goes to farm together when I was living with Mama and he lives with the parents who were up to date in farming and quarry. We were so small then, but hardworking and strong and I hoped we should be stronger now as youths, full of muscles and fresh.

Mama's face frown when they descended from the small hill opposite the threshold of our house. She began to murmur, claiming that Emeka is the most living lazy youth in the world. 'He can't work for you, but he would love to eat from you. That's same with all of them. They won't help you, better come to farm and supervise your labourers. Olisa you argues me much, you doubts me much. Ana m akpaghara gi oti isi uka. Every morning he comes here to eat. It pains me..." I couldn't wait to hear her rantings; old women nags a lot. Mama nags even when she was younger talk more of now and since I have lived with her, I adapted to it. We are much connected to each by story telling. She likes my stories and I love her ancient tales.

I shook hands with others but passionately hugged Emeka before taking them inside and we began to write the usual dissertation of Achara/Ezuzu -dry fish infested soup and Aribo. We would after eating flush it down with morning Nkwu enu (palm wine) which according to the taper had not smelt the soil. I prepaid for a week and he supplies it on time. Our plates now empty and another jug of Nkwu enu was brought in.

We talked much about our childhood girl friends, perhaps our sisters whom we would've by now committed abomination with, if mama had not warned us that the way we relates was so sinful than that of sisters and brothers. They enlightened me on the new trends in the villages, how short I'm even after leaving village, how I turned from childhood stingy guy to a soft hand guy, how rich I have grown to be 'sounding' Generator every night, how big and clean my phone look, lots more. Such words swelled my head and I quite Love to be treated so special; beside I have never commanded such respect over them before.

I was happy because these are my friends, whom i shall clear Mama's farm with. These are my friends, who I shall pay a considerable amount to assist me in thrilling my farm. I won't acts like an employee; we are buddies. I wouldn't shout on them when they don't thrill the soil well, rather I would correct them. I wouldn't stand like my Employee when I was a security officer and hurl odd words on them, the way I was treated. I won't call them idiots, fools and vagabonds like my former employees did to me. I wouldn't mind if I thrill the soil each day with them, even after paying them. Extemporaneously, it would be adventurous; an unplanned happiness.

But such happiness and expectations became Illusion when I made my request. Before I could come back from the kitchen with the fourth jug, Emeka was left with only a Buddy out of five.

What happened, my friends?

"They said they can't work for free" the other one said.

"But I have not disagreed to pay for the works. It's investment, it's not Mama's own but mine your Friend. I won't pay for Mama's weeding, because we have been working for each other. Is that not how we use to do it?"

"Hmmmmm, yes you're right Olisa, mana you know this is school period, I will get my friends to come on Saturday...no Sunday ... What am I even saying? Friday in fact, ka anyi hapu ya na Friday" Emeka said and the remaining buddy rose and shook hands with me and assured he would help.

'We are buddies as you always say. Even yours, we are not suppose to collect a dime from you because for the past one week you returned, you have not invited us for work yet we eats here every mourning, charges our phone every night, goes out together; we are friends my brother. If not that my mother sent me to iyi ebo, I wouldn't mind going with you now to the farm. What is there in clearing of land? We shall come mana cook well for us o" He said leaving at once and I bed them bye.

One week passed, the second passed and works are going on in my farm. Faces which I have not seen before comes in search of work. Some wakes me up from morning sleep to know if the clearing group is done so that they would start thrilling. The worked and took away five and two thousand Naira each day they come. They takes away what was meant for my Buddies, my kinsmen and brothers. It pains my heart each time I hand my hardly earned money to new faces who are financial buoyant more than my friends and I. They dress well more than my Buddies, speaks money more than them and drives their fancy motorcycles to farm, but my friends and I had no bicycle of our own. After working, they would collect their wages, eat well and dilute it with the fresh morning palm wine which I bought having my buddies in heart. They knew my Buddies that cherished me in merriments but deserted me in work and after eating they would unknowingly mock me by dropping bones for the dogs they often comes with.

On the third week, I ran into Emeka at a charging point (I no longer on Generator due to anger), and I didn't bother to ask him anything about work.

"You will say that you didn't see us again naa?"

" Hmm" I hummed but was short of words.

"Its not like that, you know...this our friends

..."

"Please accord me some respect by coming outside so that I can hear you" I said, unable to hide anger on my tone.

He obliged and followed me outside, towards the big rock where we use to play as kids. On that same same rock was where he said sorry to me the day he wounded me with stone, several years ago.

"Emii have a seat"

"I have already, Boss. You know na you be boss now because you carry power come? Oga boss bu ike..."

"Emii let's forget about Ike and power, I'm a student just like everyone of you"

"But students get levels naa..."

"What happened to our friends? Our plans... On farming. My work is finishing o....."

"In fact its better I tell you the truth" he said getting up " I heard one of them saying he can not collect salary, I mean wages from little Olisa that he beats like nothing back then..."

I couldn't stop laughing because I found it ridiculous and untrue but Emeka cemented my doubts with a lime of clarity.

"Its not funny, its not salary, but I can't work for my age mate and after he will pay me like...I can't work for you"

"Alright" I said and went home.

It wasn't up to three days, we all mate at the village field. I came to buy maize and okro seed, and seized the opportunity to take little out from fun. That would give me a new chapter if I want to write about my voyage to my village.

"Oliiii olii" Emeka hailed and I accepted handshakes from my Buddies.

They talked much about their beautiful girl friends and when it was my turn, I just maintained the fact that campus is made up of Sunday creatures, you're filled with uncertainty on whom to propose to. I told them how my crushes on each campus girl lasts only a day or two and they laughed much; we enjoyed the moment.

"Naaa Olisa let's buy Groundnut and pure water" a voice said.

I didn't see the face that said such Fidelity words, but the voice if I were asked to predict was Emeka and these could have been my reply to Emeka and other Emek(s).

1. A Friend in need...

2. If you couldn't spend a little of your time to help a Friend, who are you to have dime from him?

3. You're stupid and truly the most lazy human on earth.

I would have said many things but unplanned and unready it slipped off my tongue:

"If you consider your self so big to be useful, also maintain the big status when the reward for labour comes"

In a life to come, I look forward to the day we shall smile together for a successfully wrapped race.

Ben

HUMILIATION IS EDUCATIONAL AND TO EDUCATE IS TO EMPOWER.

30 Apr, 2018, No comments

As a child, Youth and as a hardworking personaliity, I can proudly say that I have encountered so many challenges and humiliations in my life. I would've love to conceal my entire ordeal as a former security officer, if i had any other story that can give meaning to my topic. I decided to use it not only because it drew image of educative humiliation but it still went far in empowering me through the humiliations. However, I don't know if my story falls in a better position to be categorized as that of humiliating type but because of my humble understanding on what humiliation is all about and changes it could muster, but I do know that it suits well in my own knowledge of the word "humiliation".

After my Jamb and WASSC examinations, I lost hope of being admitted by any Federal University because my friend and I ran into a scammer who changed our motivations to the exams with inferiority complex there by conjugating us with failure. He promised us heaven and we surely had a meritorious heaven, but that should be a story for another day.

Having failed woefully, I neither wanted to stay idle at home nor to work for mum in her small restaurant. I needed a job, but one is scarce to come at the initial stage. I spent most of the days at home, idly sleeping and thinking if I will ever be successful in life. I quite know that my new life pattern of sleeping and fearful thinking is a prerequisite for poverty world and to cut is shot the word "Poverty" sends fear into me right from birth and having a thought of it makes me strive to do much for my self. As a matter of facts, I started going to sites asking engineer to hire me as "one" of their labourers. I could only find favor from one of them, but such favor was an encouragement to the fear of poverty its self, because he underpaid me. Because of such exploitation, I had no option but to resort to my usual sleeping and thinking about my life, my future and my past. I was once a 'wealthy' boy, with lots of respect as a secondary student but I lacked financial discipline and now paying its price in depression. Albeit, I just realized later that I was in depression then, and mum's humiliations worsened my predicament.

Every morning, she would come inside my room to check on me before going to market.

"Olii, I kept soup for you. Hope you will eat it"

"No...I'm coming to the market" I do say even though, I have decided that I won't go and I suggests she knows I don't want to stay with her in the shop . My bed was a comfort of thinking and mourning, sometimes crying out in depression if my younger kids were not around. I wants to study law, law was a passion, law is my passion; it was my childhood dream. For me, any thing apart from it was a ruin of my life, but my jamb scored couldn't give me a fair chance to fulfil my dream and my passion.

Yet another peaceful morning, when I wasn't in thinking, i wasn't in fear of shambled future and I felt no depression; precisely in my peaceful and depress free sleep, she came in and woke me up. Oh God! This woman!

After replying my greetings, she sat down on my reading chair, then I was sitting on the bed, ashamed to look at her face.

"Eehmm, this is not how you will be staying here sleeping everyday. It won't continue this way, mba. You will go and find work...." She has said this severally, even with her facial expressions.

I couldn't here her anymore, I began to cry inside me. My fear rose to my brain, I won't be successful at all. Its not long, several ponzi schemes robbed me of my life savings; i dropped from young hundred thousands(naire) to a cashless fool, who wasted all he had accumulated to online ponzi in his insatiable

Desires to be have much more before he enters University. Yet the truth remains that I had wished to pay my first year school fees as a law student, but I was greedy; it ended up sadly. No one could've imagine that that I have such amount at that time and still collects pocket money on every slightest chance that comes. I was a hustler from birth, and mummy knew that and she was much aware that I have gone through series of disappointment just under a little period, and the least I could get from my mother was humiliation. I rose up, and walked out of the room resenting her, but she never acted as if my feelings matter. She went to market and yet again disrupted my sleep the following morning with such "humiliation".

"My own is that no body should stay at home, impossible. I will tell Christian so that he would employ you as a 'serving meson'. One one naira and two two naira is something. I can't afford to be giving you money..."

"How many times have I asked you of money mum? Doing your responsibility.."

"Olisa I don't say that you are lazy, only that I'm saying you must get a job...no body will stay at home." She said and left. From her tone, I could sense that her mind has been directed towards me bringing in girls as soon as she left; of course my imagination must be truth because my street is a garden of omniscient soothsayers, perhaps eyes of the gods. Although quite often, I have heard from my little sister how she had defended me the other day a woman suggested that I goes in with girls. "....she said you don't behave like all this poorly grown boys, who talks to their parents any how, drinks around and smoke around with spoilt girls..." and I really wanted to protect such trust otherwise I loss her immeasurable favours. The fact is that every child would wish to have the kind of my mother and his or her mum.

The following day, I mate a friend, whom I pleaded to secure for me a job, when I was still writing my exams. No work! He said. The job available was a concrete type , which I hated passionately, but because I couldn't find a job, and I can't afford to loss mum's trust, I joined the cement industry. Everyday, I returns home in body pains but when mum asked how was it, I would humbly say,

"It went well mum, I was able to pull three bags. I made 2k today"

She would cheer me up, and happiness would portray all over her face. I have never nudge hatred for mum before but I resented her for humiliating me; for mocking a once young "Hundred thousands(naire). My new humiliating job however reduced the much thinking, at least became a role model among my mates who doesn't go to work in the day but would come to our restaurant in the night, to eat half plate of food without meat and make much noise on how lucky the day had been to them in bet House, while some frequently talks about new set of girls they have sexed with. I became a happiness to her, but she was never a happiness to me then, but a creator of humiliations. Many mothers would tell their boys 'look at Olisa, the mother can employ him and be paying him on monthly basis, but he goes about with shovel, making money, while you sit here putting different hair styles"

I wish my own mother would allow me to rest, I wished she could only say those fearful words without action, but mummy never did; she had never touched me before, yet i fear her "humiliating words" more than the action it self.

While I work, I began save for another plan; I can't continue with such stressful work. A times I depends on stimulant drugs like tramadol and ibruplofen to sustain my self and reduce body pains. I was able to save #10,000 within twelve days but #2000 went on medication.

My plan was to go to village with the little money that I have saved and invest in farming. Mum supported the idea; as far as I don't stay at home. Staying at home may result to olisa asking her for money always, or start smuggling in girls once she it out to market, as she must have been told by one of our street's 'eyes of the gods', I thought.

The following week, a friend sent a number and told me to call it for a hotel job. I was so happy, at least I'm leaving home where I won't be humiliated by mum again. My deepest joy was that I will leave this house to a far distance where she would have to think of me constantly and call always to hear my voice and I will have the 'right' to whisper into the phone and say 'call me back later, I'm busy now' even though I may be free to take the call. I deducted from my savings, #2,000 and departed for Nibo nise where the purported interview was scheduled to hold. I was very angry and disappointed, it wasn't a hotel Job as said but a network marketing, a similar deceiver that rendered me cashless and contributed to my failures and humiliations. Another humiliation of mum's kind, I tagged it and left. Mum's facial expressions made me think she was happy i didn't get the job; she wouldn't want me to work in a hotel because of dirty stories surrounding it. I nearly cried because wasted my part of my savings on 'useless' transport. #6000 is so small to my plan. Can it clear a plot of land and also pay the labourers who will thrill the soil? Can it be enough to buy cassava stem and transport it down to adani? It can't, oh it can't! With such frustration, I went back to cement industry but God answered my prayers. The following day, I got a job at Awka in a very big hotel. Although I haven't seen the hotel, but I have read and heard much about them . I was so happy, that I couldn't tell mum the day I went for interview, but she was smart enough to know may be because I woke up by five am, without greeting or praying, took my birth and pretended to be going to morning mass which everyone knew I don't fancy much. After my interview, I accepted to start work immediately without calling my people to tell them, I have been employed as a security instead of a receptionist, the post I applied for. The salary is was OK, even though it comes late. When she heard that i accepted the job she called me and her voice was marred with fear. It's a risky job for a small child like me, she is afraid.....

She couldn't convince me; I have decided and my decision stands. My decision to accept the security job, gave me another hope and motivation to thrive. Nice Cars, flashy and expensive cars droves in and out in minutes, and I saw my self opening and closing gate for them, those that I aspired to be great like, even greater than. Mother's humiliation became a minor to the one I'm receiving as a young security officer. Our managing director comes often to call us names which I have never accepted from any human before, and the rich men's drivers horns with no respect or regard to my uniform as a young security officer and to add salt to the injury, our MD will seats down, idly with cigarette on his left palm and shouts "You idiot, animals Vagabond! Will you wait for the car to hit the bar or the gate before your search and open gate? You think here is for idiotic ingrates! You're not trained, I will sack you all, Vagabond, idiots" He would leave and when I would meet the very big men like Arthur Eze's driver he would wind-down the wind screen a bit and said " Don't you know that this is Arthur Eze's car? You don't know that they don't search us at any check point? Had it been he was in this car, he would recommend your sack immediately " he would finally come down, and allow me to search. And as a security officer, I don't fear; I search without consideration of ranks in other to save my work.

The humiliations i suffered as security officer was actually educative, that it went to long way to empower me. We work day on day off, that is to say you must work 24hrs without sleep. When you do, #400 is surcharged from your salary. We don't sleep and I don't have accommodation; so I illegally made use of the security room. I didn't misuse my day off, I goes to cement jobs each day that I'm off and from the money I realized from it, I spends it on feeding and buying for books; I often buy clothes. Each time I narrated my story to her, she would feel proud and also muster grudges against my Managing Director and those who has belittled me. "His children are vagabonds and idiots. who is he and how much is he paying you that I can not give you in double fold. Ara gbagbue ya, Olisa I hate this kind work, come out from there. Pls resign, you know you use to have typhoid...." But I won't listen, I already made a decision.

Humiliation made me to buy post umte form. If I should end the insults of 'fellow' rich kids, privileged drivers and uneducated fat belly Managing Director, I must relocate to another level.

I invested any free single minutes that I had to studying for the post UMTE exam, reading also once I get back from 'day pay job'.

Luck was on my side, I was able to be saving #4000 weekly from my 'day pay job', although this was possible because mum sends food stuff to me through friends coming to Awka.

My saving was encouraging that it saved me from spending from my salary.

It provided me with capital I invested in a friends business that yields profits for me up till now.

Humiliations led to my education, and the education empowered me. While as a security officer, under the peril of insults, a friend called me and told me that my name was on the merit list of newly admitted students, even though I didn't hope so; I just purchased the form because mum pressured me and I studied because I still want to prove to her that falling jamb does not mean that I have faded from "former olii that she used to know as a bright child". I leaped over the cutoff mark with 10 points and the course I was admitted to was a short cut to law if I still wish to switch.

Humiliation educated me to persevere.

All the things I considered humiliating and nudged grudges against people, actually gave me the audacity to try.

If I had continued with my desired sleeping and thinking in depression, It would've been disastrous.

Many out there are in depression due to one failure or the other.

Many are humiliated and their morale was at the Verge of collapse.

Many lost there path because they were not educated by the humiliations that will lead to their empowerment. It doesn't matter what empowerment meant at this point, any success achieved at this point is a product of humiliation. If my mother had not humiliated me, I would've lost my morale and path.

If my Managing Director didn't regard me as " a fool, an animal and a Vagabond", I wouldn't have dare to think constructively.

If the driver didn't call me a fool for conducting a search, which its engender was for the safety of his highly exalted Boss, I wouldn't have made my movement.

If I had not stood under sun, under cold and under rain, raising bar up and down for flashy cars, I wouldn't have aspired to be served in the same way.

If the young privileged child of a wealthy patroniser, who can never muster the thought of debating with me outside the four walls of the hotel, didn't threatened to have me beaten and sacked because I asked him to park properly, I wouldn't have purchased the post University matriculation tertiary examination form.

If I was not belittled by my friends, I wouldn't have been proud to tell you this part of my story.

But in all, I have a big motivator, my mother and I'm a lucky child...a man who engenders so much in my career called me 'son of a rising sun' and I urge you to dare take a step, because 'HUMILIATION IS DEDUCTION AND TO EDUCATE IS TO EMPOWER.

Ben Onyekelu Olisa

SCIENCE VS ART = CONFUSION

19 Apr, 2018, No comments

I'm a student in the distinguished discipline of Arts while he is also a student under the highly placed discipline of Sciences.

I came for night class, may be because I wanted to skip my constant visitor who visit when my Cupboard is up-to-date. Apart from his frequent visit, night class wouldn't have been a better option because my lodge is always as quite as grave yard. No party, no much happening guys, all boys lodge; just guys who doesn't keep much friends in the Den and condemned their selves to such a quite place, but that my friend said 'no no no no, where u lives does not matter as long as the cupboard is up-to-date'.

I would've love to be in a quite class and in the whole Den, Pharmacy theatre Hall has the prestige of silence may be because it harbors students whose mindset is that they are in The Den just to read, read and know books. But unlike my Discipline, we believe there is more to life in the Den, than to read only and know books alone.

I sat and kept my books on the desk and commenced reading. In about five minutes, He came in and sat next to me. My touch lamp wasn't that healthy, so I wholeheartedly shifted for him to balance well, because his Florescent Reading Lamp can serve a whole class. He looked at my books and smiled? He opened his book and began to calculate, improvising his phone for calculator.
You I have said it on countless basis, that I'm addicted in trying to know what doesn't concern me. I was more like piping inside his book but couldn't understand what he was reading or solving.
" You just looked into the book" he said boastfully patting my back. "You know you art students only read stories. This is spectrophotometer and colorimeter. Its is........."
I was calm, listening even though I was in ocean of confusion.
"Wow you science students are trying o. So after applying this procedure, you get to know whether the drug has the actual Milligram and quality?"
"Yes of course...everything will be there. I know you don't know anything about what I just said but that's science" he said proudly and began to read. He brought out biscuits and offered me one. I thanked him, but i did not collect it may be because I was preparing my next question for him.
"Can you use this same procedure to know if this biscuit is actually what it's supposed to be?"
"No.. It's just for drugs"
"Then what shall we use for biscuits"
"Biscuit is not a drug...I'm a pharmacist. We deal on drugs and chemicals not biscuits" he said in angry tone.
"But biscuit has a preservative chemical"
"Man I produce drugs not biscuit... May be you go to agricultural and industrial Engineering department or chemistry and ask them, they can tell you that"
OK, I said and began to read. He looked at my book and yet again dashed out an intimidating laughter.
"Why are u laughing?"
"You know you guys are always good in giving little things a very big name, just to make your self know in grammar"
"Hahahah" i laughed and pattered his back. "This contains a Hamitic hypothesis and genealogical accounts of Igbo and jakun-aro origin. In it there are other homegrown accounts of it's political orders and social hierarchical order. For example Igbo origin has many hypothesis......"
By the time I could finish, he was half asleep.
"And what's that all about?"
"I just told you now... origin of Igbos in different accounts or perspectives...."
"You know you arts students love speaking much grammar..."
"The same way you guys do also...."

And that was the end. He couldn't argue much and left angrily. I wondered what I have done. I confided in my half dead touch light and moved on. My arguments punishes me each time because I don't shape words.

No place is higher
Do not look down on others
Be humble, at least all road leads to similar places.
Just try to be near perfect in your discipline.

Still me Ben, encouraging you to be positive and polite, no place is higher.

DEAR gods AND goddesses

19 Apr, 2018, No comments

Dear gods and goddesses,

From my little abode I write to you, for we have a lot to discus. Do not look Leary for theatricality in this "dramatic" letter and do not mind its technicalities, not even the grammatical and sentence structures because you're reading from a humble imperfect excellent god; perhaps a great god in making. In as much we all know that Mr. and Mrs. poets has their license to do as they wish with words, we the storytellers should at least have a pinch of that license also, because all gods should god. gods should sometime create words that it's grammatical order and philosophical leaning and encapsulation it underpin would be nice and his own invention. By this, we agree that stories matters. You have heard from today's contemporary gods that have flew their templates into the annex of history that story and the mode with which it was told matters. "malign. But stories can also be used to empower, and to humanize. Stories can break the dignity of a people. But stories can also repair that broken dignity." Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.
While creating a story, dear god and goddess of word, create inspiring images. Do not tell a story from a biased mind, stories should at least climb a level which African greatest god of word, Chinua Achebe called "A balance of story". Your story shouldn't center on stereotypes alone.

"The single story creates stereotypes, and the problem with stereotypes is not that they are untrue, but that they are incomplete. They make one story become the only story." C. N. Adichie.

Dear gods and goddesses, pick up your pen and begin to create images not imitations. Create living lives that can defend their selves not dumb and dead images.
Create peripherals that can inspire and impact the earthly man.
Dive into the ocean of illusions and magnify illusions.
Place your analytical lens on the platform of justice and equity because gods are not to be partial.
When you want to criticize a creation of a fellow god, observed the literary etiquette of criticism. And also do same if you must appreciate it; the duo literary criticism and literary appreciation should walk in pari pasu.
When you want to create images of afflicted persons, try to be sincere and truthful a bit.
Fiction shouldn't be all fiction; fiction should at least respect some truths if it is directed to humans, even animals deserves true representation. You have read the fictitious 'things fall apart", which became a work that stood out as a source for Igbo lifestyles. If such stories like that were told to dispossess and malign people, what fate would Achebe's creation placed the entire Igbo nation on the vast village of literary world?
gods may not actually be good historians as claimed by many diplomats, but that however is far from truth. History can not be told only from hypothesis, graphites and archeological findings and carbon dating. In as much as history is peoples past, stories are also history of humans, so there dear goddesses and gods of word, tell stories to reflect real history of things.

Do you have new images?
Do you even have a half created humans?
Do you fear if it has been told before?
No story is new.
All stories have been told before.
But unique stories with real images stands out to be new stories that have not been told before.
Pick up your pen and create one, story matters.

You knew we still have many things to talk about, dear gods and goddesses but my pen is becoming a half beast of burden to my script. Go out now and create great humans, great society because you're great gods and goddesses.

Still me Ben, a humble and imperfect excellent god of words urging you to create more.

LOVE VAL

19 Apr, 2018, No comments

Love in Val....
In my bed I think of you all

Now on my desk, I have you all beside me

And tomorrow, I have you all in my heart.

If love is shinny, let's mellow in it

If love is blind, let's loss our sights in it

If love is sweet, let's fuss our lips together and never separate our memories from a green world of love.

If love is lively, I will love to be in your heart for ever and ever.

If love is blood, let me be in your soul to help your joy

If love is kind, let's stick together and care

If love is amorous as said, I will love to be your antidote for it.

In love I see you

In love I love you

Tanks for loving me too.

Love you in Valentine

Still me Ben Olisa Onyekelu, in Val love with you.

A Berry Consummation With Her by Ben olisa Onyekelu

21 Jan, 2018, 2 comments

Now at home, right in my bed,

I felt the savory taste that i couldn't appreciate in the first place.

In my bed I lay, naked and emotionally handicapped by the taste I didn't appreciate.

I now swim on the procedures that lead to your gift of red lips. The hand in hand dance, the communications of eyes and the weakness of the boy.

It was at the basement where I sat devastated with my head full of weaknesses. You approached me and I was shy, even as a boy.

Your hand took mine, and we walked through the lonely hallway, uttering no word. A thousand words filled my thoughts, my worries joined a forest and I saw my self in a garden of happiness, yet I hide it from you.

You seems to be reading through my thoughts and said; Ben it's normally like this, just be patient with your self.

I now refrain from my shyness a bit, and looked it your eyes, we sat with my hands still in yours. You fixed your eyes into mine and I could hold it.

We do talked but never dived into this berry world. I saw my self in your Mary eyes, and I spoke thousands of lovely words through my eyes. You're never a novice in game and dicey world and drew me firmly close to your smooth body.

Our body touched, we stood, my hands now on your hips but so weak and shy to act. Your lips now into mine, and I could feel the love. Yes I will adapt to my new environment, I said in my mind.

The voice your heard couldn't stop you. You were so determined till I withdrew, and made a fast run, towards the door. You said bye and I didn't give . I knew you understood me; Ben in a new world of freedom of life style.

Now in my bed I say thanks for making today a best day so far.

I wish they air will pass my thanks to you, Love.

I wish it could tell you how much I appreciated today's berry consummation.

#Benadapting

#All is well

COME, TOGETHER WE CAN CREATE A HAPPY WORLD: Ben Onyekelu Olisa

18 Dec, 2017, No comments

Billions of people has words to say while millions of them has new ideas stocked in their unbiased minds. Hundreds of thousands words of good thought a waits it's release, yet the will and morale is so low, fastly depreciating every minutes the time, every day of the week, every week of the month, and every month of the year. Many dreams died helplessly.

One thing is constant, we all aspires to live in a world prestigiously prosperous and conflict free, a world proudly made of good and meaningful living. We all wanted to live in a nicely endowed and beautiful world. We all asks for a world void of social, economical, psychological, and spiritual vices. We all desires a happy world.

Since we all desires this kind a world, so great and comfortable, may we humbly promerate through this few questions:

What do we mean by a Happy world? Are we really ready to pursue our collective desires? Do we have the mind to do what our good conscious says everyday to us? Can we figure out that we have no problem; that our problems is just our own ignorances on how to go about our vision, creating a world, so multiplicity and diversely different in language and culture but under one umbrella of peace, love and unity.

Remember "There is no mountain any where except the mountain of our own ignorances:- Bishop D. Oyedepo. Are we ready to pursue our desires, our collective dream? That's the questions before us.

For us to create a world we wants and cherishes, we must be ready to pay the price. We must go a long way of changing our mentalities, we must change our ways of attitude to others. Can we be happy if our love ones are not happy? Can we think of achieving this dreams while thousands of children are outside school because they have no one to pay their school fees? Presently the live span of the world is facing its worst declination and with Nigeria on a pity side of the declination. Our old people are not looked after by their wards, and their wards struggles for a day meal. Take a walk on most streets, markets and see how children sits under the gnashing sun with their parents seeking for greener pasture. Many hawks, taking risk to survive, jumping through the eyes of deaths just to make a living. Some of them are knocked down by vehicle, while some are knocked off the bridges. An innocent child with a same dream as we, got knocked into the lagoon at 3rd main land bridge Lagos, as he struggles to make it. Many children are out there waiting for whom they shall called mummy and daddy.

But the undeniably truth is that a good number us lives in fortune, some us are not rich but lives a comfortable life. How many souls can 1 to 10% of your daily income bless? How many can it put smiles on their faces? According to UN report on youth employment in Nigeria, 42% are unemployed against its 27% in 2015. The lastes report by national Breuer of statistics, has it that a poverty rate has risen from 35% to 67.1 from 2015- 2017. In that case, 112 million of the population of Nigeria, lives below poverty rate. And the government is so confuse on how to help its citizens.

If you have at all give it out and make some one happy; that mad woman with child you see everyday along the road got insaned because he couldn't find help.

Why staying every day in church house, and dashing money to sweet tongue prophets waiting to have children even at 60s? Yes such miracle exist and i quite love it but how about millions of precious kids at the orphanage waiting for you to adopt them? They dreams to look in your eyes proudly and call you my mummy and Daddy. They needed an umbrella, they ever wanted to answer your prince and princess. If you're blessed with at all, why not visiting them? Father and mother them, brother and sister them, uncle and aunt them; the world of our vision needs caring.

Unemployment made many hawks around, plying through the tolls of death. Do you have what it takes to empower them? Can you in any way inspire them? Please don't let them die again, they have died enough with our tools of creating a better place, let's do it together. The world is so great and needs to be stress free. Create forums, invite them, teach them how to repair cars, teach them how to be boss of their own through entrepreneur. DO NOT DASH THEM MONEY rather lend to them. Don't dash him money to go and start what you taught him, lend to him without interest if you can. Ask him to pay back in a time frame, such will motivate him to be serious. If he was able to get back your money to you on time, you can guide him on the important of helping another soul. With this you are no longer a millionaire but multi millionaire maker. You no longer create job, rather you creates people who creates job. With it, the world we dreamt will be actualized.

Get children back to school, get the beggers out from the roads, send the old people back to their good care centers, take hawkers out from the bridges and parks, no body is a scum, we need to let their dreams shine. We desperately needs a peaceful world.

Not quite long ago, I just got an elevation from God ( that's a celebration for another day), Adapting to my new environment was very hard. I asked help from all angle but everyone ignored me till one pretty Queen, so passionate and ever ready to help came to my rescue. She didn't help with money because I believed she had none, but her simple information was immeasurably to me. An influential English and literary studies student of University of Nigeria nsukka, Favour jesse gave me the information that gave me hope of adapting. I wouldn't like to make more elaboration on this; I will only like you to hear that information matters if we really want to create the world we all desires. Give listening ears to all that needs it. You may not have financial, but have words that can inspire one or two, give it out. Don't feel bossy to give out information, dash or lend it out, it will make many rich.

Make love and be happy always.

Go out there, go online, hear peoples stories, react, comment on their frustrating stories, give them hope. Many needs it more than money. I just created a platform for people to tell their stories. Though it has not gotten the attention needed by I hope it will by your supports. Tell your stories, it matters. Lets do it together, and motivate each other other. We desperately need to create this world, that our parents couldn't create for us.

If our predecessors had created a war free world, what is happening in Syria, western sahara, Palestine, today could've been averted. If they had tried collectively to achieve this dream, the insurgency and other vices facing the world wouldn't be a threat to us today. If they had listened to this course, what happened (Genocides) in Somalia, Biafra, Vietnam, Eritrea, Congo and other places shouldn't have had happened.

Permit me to end with this quote from a great girl I respects so much.

The only means to get it right is believing that it actually broke, and needed to be fixed:- Onyekelu Lydia Adaobi.

Still me Ben, adding my little to our collective dreams and aspirations for a better world.

My big head, my motivation to success:- Ben Onyekelu olisa

11 Dec, 2017, No comments

My childhood could have been rated excellent if poor grades in exams didn't marred the possibility of it. And I have a very big head, so heavy for my neck to carry comfortably. My friends goes around me each time, singing for me 'oji isi kara umu nna, olii' (He who is bigger than his kinsmen with head) and such song makes me an eveready fighter, even in the classroom. Where we are, does not matter at all, but where the song was sang.

I was just 9 then, so smart and bright, filled with wise thoughts. Most elders who heard me talk says I'm an old man, just cheated by nature. They calls me teacher and such exotic names for a poor grade olisa baffles me often. Poor performances made me a failure and disappointment to dad and mum.

After each exam, I must come home with my poor grades to receive several strokes of whip and most time I lose my Christmas clothes. Each time I walk down the street, I flog every leaf for failing to answer my questions. I was a teacher to them, and I love whipping them when my conscience tells me each leaf or tree failed my questions, but am never far from failure. Most times my questions to them is why did I fail? I should've pass.

I will sometime go to mum "mummy, I wrote everything our teacher wrote on the board but she passed others and failed me" mum and others would burst out in laughter. Their laughter makes agree that I may be a failure; it adds more harm to my confused mind.

The first miracle came when I decided to look reasons for my failure. It may be because I don't do corrections. I didn't miss any correction through out the term and I came down from 40th to 22nd position, yet to father I was still a failure. 'The person that took the first position has two heads right? You just have big for nothing big head' Such words didn't motivate me but makes me think I will never be successful in life. I will never make good grades in life. I only started living a sinless life and each week I think that I didn't sin, I would pray God to take my life. Its better to be in Heaven than in earth not knowing anything. Each time these old men call me wise boy and a teacher, I wonders why?. A poor grade teacher? Are they telling me lies? God please kill me, was my unapologetic pleadings till I entered primary four.

That was the first time I learnt that books are to be opened after school. My senior brother one day called me and asked to help me in my assignment which I blatantly refused. My argument started from childhood, and it added much to my failures. After much debate, he bought me over with a biscuit. "Ogbe isi, let me help you. When you go to school, look at every head there, yours is biggest". And in that case i should be the beat. That day he taught me, I couldn't recite one out of the twenty lines poem, but when our teacher asked who can give a try the following day, none raised up his or her hand except me. Everyone was surpris; I was equally surprised too. If I had known thay none of them would give a try, my hand wouldn't have come up. I just raised hand for my teacher to say am no longer useless big head as she do say. I began to recite the Igbo words.

Ewu bu anu ulo......till the 19th line, my teacher began to clap. Brother must be telling the truth, my big head is a very huge advantage to me.

That term I took 6th, the next 5th and 5th consecutively and that was how it is till I entered secondary. My academic performances in the school is an unforgettable one. Up till today I'm used as a figure for the pupils. I did several projects, participated in many quizzes and won handful of pricrs. Our debate team which was the best in our whole environ found me merit to be one of its speakers.

Now dad is convinced am not a failure and I don't wish to die again. I was admitted into a good secondary school as a boarding student. I was full of joy because now is another opportunity for me. I'm on a prospect of becoming the first because my head is again among the biggest in my class. My first term was very turbulent because I started late, I took 8th position in a class of 48. Mum was happy " you're brilliant " she says always, but I didn't I agree. For me then, you must make good grades, especially being in the first three, to be brilliant. In my second term, I was moved from class A to B. I may be the small to many, but my head is so big and such bigness of it was a fearless motivation that gives me audacity every seconds. I looked at Ejiofor and had another sigh relief. He is so small like me, but if we go for head size competition, Ejiofor will only have him self to blame for the humiliating defeat he will score. I began to read after school, night and in the morning. Ejiofor came first again and I came near distant third with distinction dancing on my result sheet. The next term I came first and second in annual. Each class I enter, my motivation became my big head. When you have big head, it is Crystal clear that God has a reason for it. It should contain much information than small head. Throughout my senior class, I never took third, second was once With the first person stealing it out by 0.5 percent. This is my story, my big head steered me to success.

Before I fight when one call me Big head, but when I realize it's meaning, I can proudly tell my mocker that God loves me more than him. Such big head can contain much information than yours.

Get motivations and reap success. Any thing can motivate you, do not wait for one; get one.

Still me Ben, thanking God for fails and accomplishments so far.

DEAR CITY APPLES:- Ben Onyekelu Olisa

6 Dec, 2017, 1 comment

From the bottom of my heart I write to you, with my up lifted spirit I endorse you again again this season. You all deserve my endowment apples of Kings eye. I should've asked some of you not to read this post, especially the mummies amongst you still bearing the title- lady, just to deceive them the 'decievables', because I will be writing to your Lesotho, Brothels and joint camps soon, so don't stress your selves reading this. Look up in dictionary and see the difference; ladies and mama(s) till I come.

To you ladies, to you slay queen and to you half baked city girls who thinks having such round heep and such pointed breast is a sure bet to that much desired land, its never so, character and attitude are the criteria for judging such heavenly endorsement on you.

Just few weeks a head, your parents will be bundling you down to your various villages for a nice catch, do not disregard their efforts, they wanted the best for you. We all knew you came from the cities and don't cement their submissions that yes city girls are not good wife material. Don't let your feministic stance to rob you this chance, after all Buchi emechete and chimamanda N. Adichie all hooked a man, yet they are strong figures when you speak of feminism.

Don't go home to show you sharpened mouth and insult every village girl that you feels doesn't reach your standard, rather make them friends, their brothers abroad must get wife through their own help. If they see you as over big, my sister sorry, accident is inevitable.

It is never hidden that you have curvy body, white thighs, figure eight basement and others. We knew that, after all we are all residing in city with you( anyi ma ndi bu ndi, runs G, Bae, pepper dem gang). We knew you can go topless and downless through the streets of bariga, iweka, oshodi, and Zuma, but know it that mama will never allow your prospect husband to marry a prostitute, because every half dressed lady is a prostitute and can easily do stabbing stuffs when engaged. She don't need a shameless and proud nudist.

Don't dress nude even if your lover loves it,( he actually love you when you have prestig) try to dance into her mothers view, she must ask him ' what are your plans with chioma, nna'. Dress moderate, and look nice. She rather soak her chaplet in water and pray 'NNE anyi di aso no na oru' ( our holy mother is in work) and fight you to a standstill. She will start novena and book masses for you not to enter her house and if you forced your self in, you will have a charted marriage. Better single than a charted union, so be wise.

We are aware you went to Queen Elizabeth founded British school, and your prowess in English culture, inestimable, yet know that you are coming to stay with market women and farmers who don't care to what you have to tell them you can do but what they can see you are made off. Don't ever try to say 'Hi mama' rather say "Good morning mama, ututu oma". She will be happy yes this girl is well bred, and she can speak our language. I wish she will marry son. I'm not inviting papas opinion in this article because they are don't see from mama's careful view, is one by him if your boo says OK. once you clash with his mother, you will never be happy even if the son marries you out of her assent.

Don't say 'Ben, I have not fetched water for the first time' I knew that such word is never in your dictionary, because you grew up in a castle, but am happy since you knew the word fetch, your problem is minimal, a day is OK to cleanse you of such threat.

By going out with village girls to stream, you get to love it more than them. I knew you love swimming much but can never near that dirty iyi enu river. Asks your elders of iyienu, they will assure you that Iyienu's Spirogyra had never killed before may and you can't be its first victim, God forbid. Go out and market your beauty, you're much hidden in that city. Your husband is dying out there searching for you. Show them that city ladies are well bred, change their thinking and show them that you can make a good home. Yo will see Mama okezie, that woman selling Anu okpoo, and bear will come to your house to say " NNE kee ka imere. Please I want to send messages to Okezie in abroad, can you send it with your phone? " She doesn't need that, she just want you to start speaking with Okezie and he must begin telling Okezie both the truth and not truth qualities of you just for Okezie to marry you.

Do go to carnivals and fields, don't hide in your mother's kitchen, guys comes there to search wife, but don't let any one dupe you. If he said I love your booty and so On, that's normal but don't fall for such petty deceivers, he only love a twisted shape not you. Fall for a husband not a twisted shape lover. If he need a twisted shape, direct him to Awka or Igbo, blacksmith and carpenters there has varieties of them to sell.

Unequivocally speaking, we knew you're a lawyer and debates much. Don't do it this time around. Don't argue much with old women, rather hear their stories and gain wisdom. They loves women who can obey their sons, a submissive wife.

We knew you're a world class dancer and can only appear on stage. I will never forgive you if I don't come your traditional marriages after January. Dance the hell out of devil. Dance the hell out those witches wey say you no go answer Mrs. Show them you get it, you have it, no shy at all, market your self. Men comes Xmas to find wife not just to drink.

How I wish you can reduce your artificial life. Mana let me not advice you much on this, I knew a word is enough for you or you join association of slay mamas.

And finally but never the least Ben could say, dear ladies, queens (slay and non slay) is be conscious of your character and attitudes. There is an Igbo adage that says *Agwa bu mma nwanyi* ( character is the beauty of a woman). Many of you have fasted for this season, many had gone so far in prayers and charity work, many of you have invested so much money in your selves for this season. Sell your market well, don't sell it cheap at all, every good merchant loves and goes for quality and costly goods 👩🏻 Don't let your parents down. Don't make them say is there a curse following this house? Do not let them go to ministries after January dashing out money to the pull pit in other for you to enter.

I must stage I a riot against you if I don't see your bridal photos soon

I hope no one from Association of slay mamas (AOSM), read this letter.

Let me stop now, because I have appointment with the newly appointed IMO state commissioner for happiness and couples fulfillment, to ask her what she did that made my Governor my governor give her such genuine post

You can now head straight to Mrs ololo of IMO state to get fulfilment informations after your wedding. It's time I continue my lobby for the commissioner of Status and measurements.

*Still me Ben*, arrested in suspense waiting for the joyful moments of this season; especially where we- the akpankwus will show our skills in biting, drinking and chewing, and there after proof that we saw the ring enter her finger. Oh yes, We were there when it happened!

DRINK ON, IT'S FREE:- Ben Onyekelu Olisa

4 Dec, 2017, No comments

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Christmas is around the corner and almost every social, spiritual and ideological gatherings are summarizing this year's activities with exotic party, with many tagging it names like; Drink not Die, anujue can go, with other interesting names. Clubs, otu ogbo ( age groups), business groups, akawo (day by day) groups are not left out in the summarization party.

My friend just called me by 2:30 pm, after church service and said in an I-DO-YOU-FAVOUR tone "Hello Ben, Biting and drinking is on o, iga abiakwa ( will you come)?" I would've love to go but I can't miss the one which my father was according to him cold bloodedly charged a whole three thousands naira (#3,000/ 3k). The truth is that father doesn't drink much, nor eat much too and I love his brilliancy for remembering he has a son, Ben beh.

Precisely 3: 30am he came to my room.

" We will be closing meeting today. Is you or ifuna......"

"I will go with you" I cut him shot and jumped up to begin arrangements. I knew he wouldn't have asked me to come if he had pay #500, but #3,000 each in this excruciating period of time, meant come along with family and friends, and I knew others may have bought into this idea.

As presumed, others came with either son or male friend, except one young man who sat next to me, none came with daughters, may be to avoid 'give me malt' and father's brilliancy won't tolerate that at all. Do you know what it mean to pay #3,000 just for that? Who can eat up to that amount? Such amount could buy you a plate of delicious pounded yam and ofe nsala ( a typical Igbo soup) at Ike orukwu's restaurant and as well buy a crate of bear.

We all ate the delicious pounded fufu with bitter leaf soup, anointed with meats and dry fish. The party began with a feel free to drink your bland.

"Let's DRINK ON, IT'S FREE" said the chairman. Dad was in his First bottle, I'm already summarizing the second bottle and the young man next to me was over fast, summarizing his sixth bottle as if we are in a hundred meters race. Father's looks at me was a typical " yes let see if he will take any home, selfish planners " and I knew chairman was playing when he opened the party with such a nice remark "DRINK ON, IT'S FREE". According to some they were like " let see if you can go back with remaining drinks to have our balance in your selfish pocket''

The young man looked at me already exhausted on the seventh bottle and said " Nna drink on, do you know we paid a whole #3,000 each for this? Let's calculate, i never get drunken" he brought out the empty bottles, six in number " let's assume the food is #1,000 plus this six bottles equal to #2,200. I must make sure I gain my #3,000 back" He said already drunk ' ka ma nga anwu anwu ka m furu efuru na china' (rather than dying, let me get lost in china) he Sang, and I remembered Flavors song Oringo.

I disappointed father, I gave up on the fourth bottle. And the chairman smiled at how some are getting tired and stiffened his face when he realized that my young man had only one bottle left to complete his money and take extra allowances.

"Eeeh let's not drink to stupor o, we are all responsible men o" And father smiled asking for three tied fufu which he tied in a nylon and ask me to keep aside before leaking the meat canonized soup. He is not losing much, may be a shortage of #300, and so were many others who found out planner's intentions in the first place.As I rose up to go, My young man was already asking the chairman which road leads to Eke Awgu, the very road he plied through while coming and father gave me the key. I could read his thoughts 'mek I respect my dignity and hand this key over to him and enter keke (tricycle)'

Still me Ben, on top Fathers Motorcycle... I mean jet with bag of rice and 16 inches standing fan tied together, running in a high spirit and high speed either to overtake a good running spirit or to escape a horror chasing spirit.

DRESSING ACCORDING TO MY DESTINATION. Ben Onyekelu olisa.

2 Dec, 2017, No comments

From the unset of my life, I had wanted to be something so special in life. I aspires to be in level which my parents could not even cast their eyes on, talk more of seeing me through to it.

In my fith year of life, I wanted to be a priests but the truth was that I was not fully my self before using such word, and I believes God must have forgiven me for childishly making such an option in the first place. And in my nine to Tenth year, I grew paranoid of becoming three things, all at a sketch, a lawyer, a teacher and a writer, even Engineering was not far from wants, though referred by friends who witnesses my prowess in creativity; using cartons to build house and others, but I knew that's not my real desire.

After my primary Education, my secondary school journey began with a special science school from where I proceeded to an art and humanity school, because I could not find any interest in science. So I had to run on time to avoid shattering the boat in the middle of sea.

Keeping my dreams alive, I made novel reading a culture, especially novels relating to crime and law. A bad book that has court, lawyer and other legal terms as it's contents, would never be bad in my view, and I love reading crime and law first, each time I get hold of any newspaper. I do love to watch lawyers debate on films, and I do love to attend court's session but the opportunity never came. I only get to pass through it, piping each time to see only the duck and pews. I was only opportune to be in office of commissioner of oath where my money went missing in some retarded controversy, but that's another story.

Each time I see lawyers, even on the pages of magazine, how neat they dress, the coily golden colour of their wigs, the shiny crush of their shoes, their big bags and files, my hunger for law reimburses. The English they spoke, the money they make and the risk at it, were all secondary to me; I so much love the dress. And I began to wear black trousers and white shirts each Sunday to church. I would've love to wear it all day, if mum could've allowed me. How happy I would be if she had bought a black tie and wig as I pleaded, how great it would've been if she had bought me files, but mum said not yet time till.

Years later, in my senior class one, I was lucky and fortunate to be among the four candidates chose to represent my school at ken katas foundation seminar. The seminar was educative and alluring, and if I couldn't memorize all that was thought that day, the dressing lesson can never skip my memory because I don't have it in my memory but in my heart. It flows from my veins to heart and from arteries to body.

A boy loves following Dr. Ken, a qualified international Medical practitioner, whose life story is a water for baptism of numerous brain dead students. The boy's poor mother was angry at how her jobless and students son would be wallowing with Dr. Ken, some one who had made it in life, every day on suit as if he had gotten employment or stand on his own. She was not happy at all. One day she said to him after he had putting on his suit to move out with Dr. Ken. "Son each time you put on suit and follows this Dr, forgetting that we have nothing. Don't dress as if we have it all, we have nothing"

"MUM" he said "I AM NOT DRESSING ACCORDING TO MY CONDITIONS BUT ACCORDING TO MY DESTINATION" And the mother was shocked at such reply.

Q: Do you still dress tarted so that the rich will see you as a poor and help you?

Answer: It never like that. A tarted man can not make any input in the eyes of the rich. You're poor and abjectly has nothing to offer. He rather go for a well nice person. Your dressing is the person you are. DRESS ACCORDING TO YOUR DESTINATION NEVER ACCORDING TO YOUR CONDITIONS.

Q:- Do you put on everyday one clothe, so stingy to look nice, so that your poor parents will say, yes you don't spend extravagantly?

Answers: your parents are your parents and you is you. You own your life, and only you owns it. Your are actually depreciating your market value. Tell them It's never extravagances but extra vacant for opportunities. Dress nice, because you have a destination.

Q: Do you think dressing according to your destination makes you different from what you wanted to look like, or against your believe?

Answer: If you knew your faith will make you not dress according to your destination, why don't you choose a destination to your faith? Or have you ever seen a man with jersey working in mines? Each destination has its modus operandi, and I hope you can follow yours and be great. Daalu nu riee (Thanks very much)

Still me Ben waiting for a day when we all shall raise our necks, praising God and admiring each other for making it to his or her destination, and I must thank God for the grace he had endowed on us.

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IN THE OFFICE OF COMMISSIONER OF OATH:- Ben Onyekelu olisa

2 Dec, 2017, No comments

IN THE OFFICE OF COMMISSIONER OF OATH MY MONEY WENT MISSING-

-Getting my files and evidence ready to file a suit at high court awka: where the money went missing.

We precisely arrived by 12 noon. And We Were cordially welcomed by the awesome gate man. I enjoyed the great architecture of the high court, Awka. After some series of interrogation which it's bend was to force legal tender paper out of my pocket mana akagum m di three much, he lead us to a young man gaily dressed in black and kah ki shirt, who in quote was the commissioner of oath. Entering through the judge's hall wall way, he was cordial and friendly and for that I admires him; yes in him I saw integrity, a highly costly and scarce costume in Nigeria public office. We entered the big office which in my own casual view was sparsely furnished. The white walls cloistered ( actually naive from what It should be) and the cupboards stacked with files. He offered us seats and I sat comfortably, having some uplifted spirit of being in one of the departments of judiciary where I pray God to let me serve him from. As he boot the laptop, his eyes never cut shot on me neither do I blink my eyes may be because of my high spirit.

"What will i do for you" he asked serving me white hardcopy at once.

" my mum here" I drove his attention to mum sitting next to me " needs an affidavit. She want a change of name "

"OK write the names on that paper" and I did and handed it back to him. I couldn't stand much silly questions, after all I'm not the one who needs affidavit, its mum and i diverted him to her. He was fast in type setting after the interrogations. As he stood to go with his laptop, he flashed on me. And I begin to wonder why he acts as if I'm a deterrent or something precariously dreadful or precise obstacle to his work. He finally voice out.

"Hope you know that you pay for it...I mean you knew the price" he asked looking at mum.

At this junction, I hope I should be involve after all I was the one that brought her to court.

"But sir, I have been to owele high court and they does this free over there. Is awka and owele high court not operating with the same modus operandi?" I asked knowing fully well that I have not been in owere for the first time, yet that doesn't matter at all. He still flash me such a threat stare and I was quite. He was quite for some time before coming out again

" you don't do it free, you pay little money" he said to my mum in a more teaching tone. I was about to highjack the bargaining before mum finally cut me shut with OK.

Haaa! Is she going to pay? Yet I have heard its for free, its one of the social amenities I should cherish as a citizen of Nigeria. My eyes was up and my heart full of spites. Yet to some extent I still have the fear of a freshman who wants to be a lawyer but had never been to a law court throughout his life. I have heard stories of how people gests there self implicated in the court. Will he get me apprehended if I asked of receipt?

I knew two black and white leading and advisory spirit came with me and its time I consult them. One kept advising I should say no and stand and tell him in face that the service is for free.

No! Pay first and ask for receipt.

But what is the evidence that you paid if you don't have receipt?

What if he say we don't give receipt?

Then you call him a thief. Then argue that if police catch you on the way and accuse you of stealing the paper with high court stamp, only receipt can free you of having a legal business with the high court of Awka

No don't call him a thief at all, or debate with him, a whole commissioner of oath can get you imprisoned and you people will pay more than #1,750 that he requested to get your self out from cell.

Oh I'm confuse, which spirit gave the best advice.

"Should I proceed..."

"Yes but can you issue me a receipt after.." I asked fixing my eyes on him. He was more of a shock but quietly agreed to my request.

I expected mum to speak but she was quiet watching us. Earlier had she warned me that you don't argue in some government offices or get your self spend more on some misquote irrelevancies. The other time she argue with pub admin at the LGA, she was later asked to pay for liquor licence which is same with bear license. Though she won but that made her not to argue much in government offices. Yet I remembered it too late.

He came back with three copies of the affidavit and handed it over to me.

"They are very busy to issue receipt now" he said heading to his seat. Another "customers" occupied the seat and got ready to be attended to.

"But I need the receipt" I insisted

"They are busy" he said now with ease "or ..."

"Can I wait?"

"Hmm...you can"

"Hope it won't take..."

"OK you have to sit and wait for me to attend to this man" he said.

I sat balling my eyes round, with optimism of having a receipt or my money. Either of them, or I know I was duped by a commissioner of oath. Scaling through the affidavit, I clearly OR may I use the right word burly saw SERVICE FEE= #50.

"Hello sir, I paid #1750 why am I seeing #50 here?" I asked and every one in the room fall out in laughter. And such laughter made me know yes this is Nigeria where everything runs the other way rather than this way. The older woman whispered to me ' this is the normal thing, it is done in every court, he even collected so little from you'

And I argued much, insisting that I should be issued my receipt or balance.

"Is that what you're still waiting for?" He still asked, with his eyes on me. Practically he was telling me, little boy go, you don't know anything.

"Oga please my change or receipt" I still insist.

Now everyone including mum was pleading me to go. 'That's same everywhere'

"Don't worry boy, you're still reading and you will come out to see what we are seeing" he said gently and concentrated back on the system.

The same woman still whispered to me. 'Here is court and they all are one, and he can even deny you didn't give him that amount'

I was now convinced that my money is stolen with no evidence to trace it.

My voice was up as I walked out of the office on mums order. Men is high suit was outside when I approach with my high voice of a powerless victim of theft.

"Actually he stole my money. Why should he wrote #50 and collect #1750 and still refuse to issue me receipt or balance"

I was expecting help, but I received smiles from them. Where should I report to? Whom shall I tell. The complaints department works with the thief that stole my money. Can the ombudsman man handle my case diligently? So sad My money went Missing in the office of commissioner of oath, High court Awka.

Next u are going for an affidavit, I think you should go with video camera so you can have enough evidence that you gave them money. Request for receipt immediately you pay the amount he asked. Argue that the money should be #50. Don't pay more than that otherwise you loss your money like me.

On my way preparing to graduate from school and heed back to reclaim my stolen money from one commissioner of oath. My evidence already near by waiting for my graduation

Still me Ben, a helpless victim of theft seeking if my voice could be heard at all.

NOW IS TIME; - GIRLS SHOULD GO UNCLAD. - BEN ONYEKELU OLISA

1 Dec, 2017, No comments

Glory be to God for letting me book a space for celebration at Mark's event center. Just on 17th of November, I celebrated my birthday in a grand style and I thanked everyone for showing up. You guys really proved undeniably and unequivocally to the world that I exist at all. Daalu nu rie nne. At least none of you show up physically or attempted to play big with MTN but cheerfully bring it to the cognitive mind of mark Zuckerberg that olisa and friends booked a gigantic space on the platform. So I don't see any reason for not sending me messages, mark zuckerberg on behalf of 2billion+ face book family even sent a video.

And if you didn't care to attend or at least say Hbd, you better do mb is not money o. You must not practice okonjo iwela profession in my case. So there shouldn't be an economic and economist here. Just bounce my wall. Well otu Onitsha amaghi na otu onye abiaho afia( markets does not that one person didn't come).

From my decades experiences, I have lived to hear and read much histories , the up and down cries of Respect for girl's right in sweeden, USA, sri lanka, Ethiopia, Lesotho, Botswanan and south Africa etc. Everyday cries of girls and personal restrictions on thier freedom of movement in some scaly part of the cities where her counter part- the boy can freely ply through without a fierce phobic heart, and many others countless stories of female assault around the globe gave me the audacity to ask SHOULD GIRLS GO UNCLAD? Just for the eyes to be familiar and weary of pointedbreast and buttocks.

Each time this question comes to my mind, my teacher was my first figure for girls. My English teacher was still in her prime, but still lives her youthful life, precise her dressing code was never a joke to nudity, though such word doesn't exit in her dictionary. If I had not been close to or mate a career woman, stoic and strong feminist before, my English teacher is a symbol for that. She in all spare represents feminism (yet she never admitted this my true view for once for the sake of being ridicule because feminism is never an African word but western word commonly use by spoilt lady's who could not find a husband. And she has no man she answers sir).

She came to class with a quite controversial topic "The cause of girls rape/sexual assault in our society". The fact was that such debateble topic was now here in existence in our previous, present and future scheme of work, but who dare question why it was invented by her? Even talkative and Thomistic Ben was quite and careful to avoid falling English language, because I knew that such topics could never arise if not that she heard of how a prefect threatened to rape a female student if she dare wear her short pinafore to school again. Many gave their views that girls poses their selves available for rape, ranging from the way they dress and carry their selves while walking on the street. My seat mate gave a wonderful incident where a girl went to visit a boy friend without her parent's notice. " why would a girl go to a boy's house alone? why should a girls walk alone in the street by 6 pm? what was the girl doing in a room of three boys alone? Girls push men to sin, they make boys loss their self esteem and fall to rape" in his submission the boys are not the prime cause; the girls first. It was my turn and I do not know how to put my words to suit my teachers want. I supported my friend.

She looks angry, that in a class of all boys, none stood for the girl, yet she didn't argue our points till the next lesson. She wore yet again a sexy tight skirt and top, with her hips and cleavages NICELY greeting every eyes.

"You guys did well" she said writing English language and date on the white board. "Every dump voices, voiced out yesterday at our previous topic and before proceeding to today's topic, I will like us to shade little light on it"

She began with questions which none of us could proudly give answer to. "Should girls go unclad?" "Should they go unclad so that the eyes will be fed up with twisted shapes it hungers to devour? Should girls be masked so that the boys will be free of this menace? What made the boy to rape a girl was not actual the clothing because he had in his mind determined to devour. Even mask can not save girls.

I have borrow leaf from my English teacher to ask should girls go unclad so that the eyes will see those pointed breast as everyday thing?

I take cup to drink from the same pot as my teacher that the girls are not physically equal to every boy, but socially, economically/Financially, religion and otherwise they are equal. When men are the strongest made sense thousands year ago when the world is ruled by physical strength (the stronger drives the boat) but today the world have changed; the brightest and more capable rules and its better to put end to this injustice and respect girls right. Respect to girls Right

Just last week, a girl was raped in a street, and the debate came online.

And on the same note, Nigeria police arrested two girls in rivers state for what sounds absurd and inimically great in the views of many online analyst.

Everyone was so skeptical to know what was the girl doing in the boyfriends house Alone. Why should she go alone? Why did she wear such a sexy dress to a boys house? She brought it upon her self.

Why should she wear bum short? She shouldn't have expose her cleavages in the first place. Kudos to the police.

Why such nonsense in a Democratic Nigeria, the worst police in the world arrested two girls who wore other girls could wear in the city of London and no body will intimidate but praise her.

Why should it be so? I asked with my hands held up to my face in absurdity and perpetual shame. The profundity of girls right movement can never reach a progress if justice is not first placed and agreed on by the key perpetrators of such eveil- the boys in quote.

All the questions above, both the one I got online and offline makes the sincere heart pose question like:

Why is it that boys who sag don't get raped by group of girls who love boys with new pants to advertise?

Why can the boy comfortably wore a body fit sleeveless that looks sexy to girls but only gets love praise, 'he is such a nice dude, so cute' and others from girls without making assault an option.

Why is it that the boy can with his short and singlet walked majestically in streets of Bariga, oshodi, iweka without being devoured by hawks?

Is self esteem a costly commodity that its can not be purchased?

Disregard of girl's right can cause you so term.

Ma'lik Richmond and Trent may, 16 both, steubenville high school, raped a girls several hours and video taped it, even went much far to post them on social media. They also opened way for fingers to trust into the innocent girl. They paid the price in juvenile.

John Adams assaulted 6 years old child, today he is serving a 6 years jail term

ROBINHO OF BRAZIL assaulted a 9 years old little and innocent girl, today his football career shattered. He is now condemned to 9 years behind the bars.

I have done a great injustice to the truth and with this I redeem my self.

The physical strength of a man makes sense if he can use it to protect ten girls and be save also. Such strengths for other motive is archaic, retrogressive and barbaric because many lady's today see to the upkeep of many families. Many women feeds their families with the father bearing the highly exalted paterfamilias. Many women is the strong bend if their families with the husband playing a support role. If you have not seen one, my mother is a doyen example.

Finally, still firm with my humble submission, I suggest that a law that can help women go unclad be enacted so that the eyes shall see to its taste and be weary of it. I hope the law will restore normalcy. Zulu girls dance unclad from early time till now, no one assaulted them because the eyes is fed up with pointed breast. The least mouth can say it nudity, but such word is meaningless over dear, why so sacrilegious here?Early Igbo's before the coming of the Europeans, goes unclad and nothing no one assaulted them.

There is a sense in which we must go back and encouraged girls going unclad to save them from rape. All over the world let's stop violation of girls right.

We hope for a day when the young girl with her sleeveless and bum short, will easily cross those streets and get shears for being her self

We hope for a day where the world would be free of this shameful word rape.

We hope for the day which this words rape will no longer appear in the news headlines.

We hope a the day when we shall be come to a round table to drink, with our girls in our right and left, with a clear mind that assault and rape once existed on earth like Dragon but today no where to be found.

My hands still up with the pen pointed down to my desk waiting to sign the unclad law for men to RESPECT GIRLS RIGHTS ALL OVER THE WORLD.

#RESPECT FOR GIRL'S RIGHT

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OPPORTUNITIES IN DEATH & BURIAL ACTIVITIES. -BEN ONYEKELU.O

1 Dec, 2017, No comments

Death and Burial activities in southern naija may in the purposely naïve view of Northerners may look absolutely grief and loss of love ones and regrets, without knowing that over here it is not exactly as they thought. Do I blame the tongue that said 'every calamity comes with opportunity'? And luckily one particular area for that south are genius when it comes to making good use of this opportunity.

Some of the Opportunities in Death and BURIAL ACTIVITIES are:

-If you're owing him and heard he has been hospitalized, and finally he died, who knows you're owing him? Though some could be sturbon enough to put it in writings for their wards to recover it but the truth is that you're owing his father not him, and you can as well deny it. What an opportunity indeed. Yet we hear everyday from the children 'Don't worry, papa must come for his money whether you like it or not' and you will reply in your heart 'Mike ejeagha! Akuko, story, let see when dead corpse begin to speak'

- And if he is owing you, and got hospitalized, you must be his regular visitor if you actually you knew the hospital. All your sympathy would be 'ah Nze recover so soon' and in your heart 'nwokem don't die yet till you pay my money' and if actually he dies, the only opportunity is to eat well and drink well during the burial. Make much voice get your self suspected as the killer. Her wife wloud proudly and sarcastically say ' yes he may be owing you, but I don't have idea of it'. If you try to be much logistic you ends up hearing 'there lies your debtor, go to him and collect your money. Please let me have peace for once'. The only people you can not try that with, are the Church, kindred, umuada, age group, and town union, because they can not even allow the corpse to go beneath six feet without you making all necessary clearance.

It is a very good opportunity for your village, Age group and kindred if you're on fine, or owing dues. No one disturbs you to pay, the least good heart would tell you in face ' know that we won't come your father or mother's burial when he or she dies' or 'None of us will step into your compound when you die till every Kobo is paid'

-Its opportunity for umuada and umunna to have their pound of flesh if you deserves it. You buy drinks and snuffs to tell them, your father died, otherwise you bury him alone. Umuada must know that their brother died with list of assorted drinks and other items.

-It is a very big occasions if you're rich, because the poor knew that your burial won't be a joke. You may even hear them hissing 'Akwama ozu Dr. Ike ga adi kpoo kpoo' (Dr. Ike's burial will be hot). Some kids may even pray for you to die so that they can have new clothe, they don't mind the adieu in the back or your portraits in front, they just need new free clothe.

-It is opportunity to spend money if you have it. It doesn't matter if you looked after him well when she was seek just a befitting burial can cover it up and gave you profile upgrade, you can as well get Chieftaincy title if you spend well. Evey one have you in mouth " Don't you see how he gave the woman a befitting burial? Mama would be happy wherever she is for this rich burial'

- its opportunity to make some cash if really you invested much in inviting rich people.

Opportuniy opportunity, we are our problems

Still Ben with hands held up waiting to ask my southern brothers which kind opportunity be this.

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My country my country:- Ben Onyekelu olisa

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"..I pray to Nigeria my country to be #FAITHFUL, #LOYAL AND #HONEST, to #SERVE Nigeria with all my STRENGTH, to defend her unity and uphold her #HONOUR and #DIGNITY so help me God" Mr Nigeria

#Faithful where is faithfulness in this service?

#loyal where went the loyalty?

#Honest Is honesty within this arena?

#Serve Which boss accepts this kind of service?

#Honour is there any honour in this? Is there

any trace if honour here, my country my country.

#Dignity Where went the dignity we swore to

uphold?

Our politicians failed

Our protectors failed

We also failed.

My country my country

My people my people

Where went our obligations?

Which way nijeri? Where is our dignity, Nigeria?

Still me Ben singing and praying for my country, for a total restoration of it's lost dignity.

Integrity a costly costume- #Okoye Francis

EZE'S CONDOLENCE REGISTER Ben Onyekelu olisa

31 Oct, 2017, No comments

My father has a little bar, in the open market, which I became a waiter at a very small age, and became the manager from my 9 years to 16 years, when my younger siblings took over. Our bar is not for all as it's pattern is never for the youth, except for those who doesn't mind, as far they gets what they want, and as well ready to drink together with their father and get insults from my father. In truth our bar is for old men, as father will not admit any youth with signs of indecent dressing. The kids, God forbid, it is a sin that calls for not only confession but open restitution.

And having been a manager in flying Doctors bar, ( Flying Doctor, my fathers name) gave me much insights, both the good and bad, yet I learnt good well enough because much reputable old pals visits our bar to drink ngwo (white win), palm wine, or to eat Agidi and puck pepper soup, puck nwgo ngwo(puck meat prepared with bean oil, red oil, vegetables etc) or to buy snuff or roasted puck meat; Only few comes for cigarette and bear. I wouldn't excluded some who comes to drink free with others, after all they are all customers and I learnt much from their discussions of umu nwa Sara aru ( fine ladies), and chassis lady's within our environ.

Eze, 87 by age, tall and dark, easy going and a retired Biafran soldiers with honour, and also my most loved and the eldest of our customers came to drink with a tick back note and pen. I brought jug of palm wine and okuku ( a typical traditional cup used in some Africans bars), and sat beside him to gets some word's. Listening to elders jokes and talks is hobby each time I'm in the bar, sometimes my father calls it -"not minding your business", truly I love minding old men's business, may be because of the wisdoms that flows from them. He opened the note book and began to scroll from page one to page 21 yet he seems to have passed the name he is searching for. He closed it and started all over.

"May be old age is affecting my vision" he hummed and I didn't hesitate to offer my free help. 'Onye nkuzi' (a teacher) they do call me. 'Look for ozoemena mgbemena in this book' He said handing over the book to me.

I searched through but the name is not there. He laughed and said 'You seeee, ifugonu ndi mmadu (You have seen people). No problem check for Adolipush okonwko'. I scroll through and Adolphus Okonkwo was at number 56.

"OK he came, now I remember, he and his people came with four cartons of bear and check if they came with any money"

I searched under column Amount and it indicate he came with #200.

"People think they are wise" he said smiling " this book contains name of all who came to say sorry when I did Burial of my mother, and son. Many didn't come but expects me to come theirs and give them money. Is that not selfishness? Is that not foolishness on my own side? Thank God I have this register. Onye nwanna ya nwuru, o buru ukpo jebe afia, ubochi Oga anwu ya rie onwe ya ( one whose kinsman died and he carry his basket and went to market, the day he will die let him bury his self)" and in his intonation no condolence visit to ozoemena mgbemena whose wife died, even though he sent him invitation. Case closed.

"And I saw john on that list, he came empty handed and I heard he ate wheat, bitter leaf soup, Ukwa (bread fruit) with meat, and also drank three bottles of bear. Just check the price of what he ate in market, closely #2,000 but he couldn't put at least #100 in envelop. Now his wife is dead and the burial fixed. He had reminded me three times to remember the date" I laughed out loud and asked " will you be attending the burial, at least he comes here with you?"

He drank from the cup, and bite a little meat and chew it for some minutes before laughing out.

'Hehehehehe, onye nkuzi you talk more than your age. There is one adage that says, he who love to eat burial goat, should die for others to eat as well. I must attend the burial, and eat well, though my problem is that I don't eat much these days but I must carry small bag along. I won't go empty handed, my spirit will not give me peace if I do. #20 is OK for john"

In Papa's condolence register, many others must have failed to pay their condolences and with the register, papa is sure that he won't waste money on paying condolence visit to them, when they loss any of their loved ones.

Adolphus's child is rich and he is capable of giving him One rope of cow, but chose to be stingy. papa thanked God, he had saved money for him. He doesn't have money, still works at his age, her wife so sick with no person to assist him pay hospital bills, the second son still managing his self and business, the first son who was already near to rich died mysteriously after playing ball with his friends.

Papa told me that Condolence register is a valuable document in Igbo land, for knowing those who actually love you. And those who are so selfish, and self centered.

' some would lie they came, but here is the evidence to know the truth' he said and laugh out louder.

Still me- Ben thinking how you feels about Eze's CONOLENCE REGISTER.

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Anambra in mind

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Anambra Poll: Try rigging and contend with Ogirisi Powers - Ezeonwuka roars

By Theo Rays, Onitsha

Ahead of the November 18, 2017 governorship election in Anambra State, the Ogirisi of Igbo Land and member Board of Trustees (BoT) All Progressive Grand Alliance (APGA) Chief Rommy Ezeonwuka has warned that anybody or group of people that have the intention to rig the election against the wish of the electorates will have the powers of Ogirisi to contend with.

Speaking on the rumour making round in the political circle that the ruling All Progressive Congress (APC) may use the Federal Might to thwart votes in favor of its candidate Hon Tony Nwoye, Ezeonwuka expressed his readiness to unleash the powers of Ogirisi on the election riggers no matter how highly placed adding that the powers of Ogirisi is stronger and more dangerous than explosive devices.

He said "that's why i am the Ogirisi of Igbo land, in other words the spiritual leader of Ndigbo, Ogirisi means the spiritual force that protects people against injustice and oppression, come November 18 I will unleash the powers of Ogirisi on anybody or group of people who engage in attempt to rig the election against the candidate of APGA and the incumbent governor, Chief Willie Obiano"

He allayed fear of rigging and urged every eligible voters who have obtained voter card to get ready to come at the polling unit where they registered to cast their votes and make sure that their votes counted before going home, maintaining that attempt to rig the election would meet strong resistance from Ogirisi powers and the good people of the State.

He continued "If am not mistaking relevant stakeholders like the traditional rulers, Church leaders, Market leaders, town unions, the youth and my humble self the spiritual leader of Ndigbo have expressed our readiness to resist any attempt to rig election on November 18 and all of us are serious about it, so rigging should not scare people away from voting

"So let me use this opportunity to call on eligible voters to come out and cast their vote for APGA and Obiano so that Obiano will continue to do the wonderful works he is doing in the State

The Heat Of Virginity

15 Oct, 2017, No comments

THE HEAT OF VIRGINITY Episode 1

My name is adeolu.

There’s a saying. “What can’t kill you can make you stronger.”

But the truth is action speaks louder than mere words.

I don’t know how strong I will be coming out from this

predicament that I have found myself.

This all started about 2 years ago in my youth service year in

Kogi state. There was a very good canteen, not too far

from Yagba East local government council, where I frequently goes for my CDS. It was the aroma that lured me to the

place, the savory of scented stew and fried meat, it was

irresistible, I couldn’t just evade myself from the luscious

captivity that overwhelmed me. Perhaps, a simple restrain could've changed history, albeit save me from all these.

As I entered the canteen, I grabbed a plate and stood on the queue salivating and waiting for my turn. When it got

to my turn, before me was something more compelling than

the meal that I expected. My eyes got locked in contact with

the young waiter with a round breast.

She was beautiful beyond expression. I could hardly comport myself and it took me few seconds to reboot.

“What food do you want sir?” she said In a fluent English and I stuttered.

“Give me….. rice N50, dodo N50 and 3 pieces of meat.”

I was going to pay and she refused to collect the money. I

didn’t understand the kind gesture, I then insisted and she

smiled at me and said.

“It’s okay, it’s on me.” I then took a seat and started eating.

While I was eating, I noticed her looking at me at some

instance. It drove my curiosity wild and I was eager to know

her. She sounded quite polished and she looked more

dignified than running a local canteen, I knew there was

more to it. I headed to her after the lunch.

“Thank you very much. My name is Adeolu can I know your

name?” She giggled and said. “My name is Tope.”

As we both smiled at each other like teens gripped in some

high school crush. At the grim smiles of her charming face, I left promising to return the

following day. Through the hall way to my Lodge, she had control of my brain. Vividly I began to analyze her.

'She is average height, dark skinned and round breast, slender with eight figured waist, very attractive'

Her curves were at the right angle and her bursts were an

eye candy.

I knew I needed companion to quench my lust while I served

my country in the beautiful state of Kogi and Tope just

happened to fit into the picture. Being a nerd and a slacker

isn’t a thing to be proud of. I had only had s*x once and a gracious thanks

to Seun who took me clubbing then. We would go down the streat and hunt Chics and after some bed dance pay N4,000. I felt I needed to lay claim of my very own pet,

a decision I soon regret.

The following day I went to the canteen, but this time around

I went there late.

Unfortunately food had finished, but the good thing was that

Tope had time to spare. She was busy preparing to wash the

dishes and I didn’t hesitate to assist her.

She didn’t need my pretty help, yet I insisted right away. I

helped her rinse plates and she was

thrilled that a corper would stoop so low helping

her with the dishes. Well, why wouldn’t I, itgranted me the

avenue to view her heavy kegs that

jiggled as she was washing the dishes. Suddenly her mother

appeared from a distance, Tope sighted her and she said to

me.

“Please hide, don’t let her see you

THE HEAT OF VIRGINITY Episode 2

I hid behind the canteen and after about 15 minutes

she left the place. Tope came over

“Sorry about it.” she said cleaning the dust on my chicks.

“Its’s okay, no sweat. Your mom is strict right?” I asked, grabbing her soft hand and drew her closer. She didn't withdraw, may be she loves me more than I thought.

“No she’s not. I am preparing for JAMB exams and

seeing me with guys would upset her”.

“ why are you here working in the

canteen? You should be attending lessons now. Perhaps girls of your calibre dont belong here”.

“My elder sister is not feeling too fine and she’s the one in

charge of the canteen. Yesterday was my first day here”

"Wow, so nice" i said drewing her little closer and she was quick ti resist.“Ehm...Eh...What course do you intend to study in the...?”

“Biochemistry.” she interrupted.

“I finished with a first class in Chemical

Engineering. if you need any assistance I will be glad to help

you.”

“Wow, that will be nice. I have a problem with

chemistry and physics. You must be a genius! ” I laughed

and said. “No I am not, I just love to read my books a lot. It

takes hard work and persistence to be successful.

My dad is a Professor and my mom is a Judge, they really

encouraged me”.

We went back and finished watching and I decided to walk her home

which she agreed. As we walk, we talked about our

families and she opened up about the challenges she faced

gaining admission, being the only child amongst her siblings

privileged to attend higher institution. I was so bent in

making her pass her JAMB and I promised her I would teach

her through.

I convinced her to tell her mom she needed to prepare for

her exams and that she won’t be able to continue with the

running of the canteen.

The mom eventually succumbed and she got a replacement.

I made an arrangement with Tope, for her to be coming to

my place 4:00pm Mondays to Fridays and 1:00pm on

Saturdays, which she agreed.

My intentions were sincere, but with a little thoughts of side

attractions. In spite of being attracted to her, I wanted her

more than anything to pass her JAMB exams this time

around…

EPISODE 3 coming soon

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