WHEN LOVE STRIKES

I am in love wasn’t the pattern of Josh and Mary’s marriage, rather I hate you, maybe because it was an arranged marriage.

Marriage conducted based on the financial stability of Mary’s family.
They were known across Lagos State as the happening family with the source.

Unlike Josh’s family who were going bankrupt in their business. Since Josh and Mary’s fathers were close friends and friends help each other in the time of needs, so this was the best and possible solution.

Josh never fancied Mary, saw her as being uptight and way out of his cruising league. Mary, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with Josh; Lagos sought after bachelor and a womaniser.

So, you can imagine such union, right?
Mary seems quiet and responsible, being brought up from a Christian home who strongly hold the faith of Jesus Christ firmly.

Of course Josh’s family were Christian but enjoyed spending excess time on frivolities and social life of Lagos.

These were distinct adults coming to build a marriage, so it wasn’t the love you marriage rather I detest your guts marriage.
But they had no choice in their decisions, they were joined on 20th December 2019 at the Methodist Church Of God and given a house gift from their mothers.

Mary couldn’t believe how her life has suddenly changed to a nightmare with Josh who never stayed at home. Rather partied, clubbed, and slept with as many ladies as possible.

Despite Mary’s effort to make the marriage work, Josh wasn’t ready to give it a try. He was adamant to flex his life.

But that life of fun ended when he was in an unfortunate accident that destroyed his friends life and left him paralysed only in his two legs.

His parents were disappointed in him, and reminded him of all their warnings to him to cease his loose life.
Well, Josh found himself in a wheel chair and it was as if his walls came tumbling down.
How would he survive? He ponders frustrated and depressed. For him, this was the end of his life.

Shockingly, Mary was by him comforting and encouraging him never to give up on himself. Telling him, being in wheel chair isn’t the end of the world.

This was the lady that should have been annoyed at him and use this opportunity to make him pay for all the disappointment, scorn and disgrace he has brought upon her.

No! She chose the path of forgiveness and helping him.

He became cruel to her out his frustration, yet Mary wouldn’t give up, after all Josh is her husband in ‘sickness and in good health’.

This caused him to puzzle why the love and attention, the care from the same wife he has countlessly hated and verbally abused.

The puzzlement led to regrets for all his wrongs towards his wife.
This regrets blossom into love as he got closer to God and his relationship with God stronger.

Josh fell in love with his wife.

The saucy attitudes changed completely.
The hatred turn to love, although Josh lost his leg, he never lost his dear wife and his two beautiful girls.

THE END!

(C) ELDAAH ENEBIENI EKO

REFLECTION

At times I reflect. I reflect on my past. The present. And, most times my future. It makes me re-evaluate my life and my decisions so far.

I have much to regret in my past because of not re-evaluating, but now I am practicing reflection, it saves the day. It obviously does.

To me, reflection is more than thinking seriously of the times in lives, moments of life and decisions made. To me, reflection is mirroring me and society through my introspective.

At times I wake up sweaty. Deep in thoughts. Scolding myself and I don’t know if you must have experienced it. It’s crazy, this feeling. But, then I stop, take a deep breath and do the mirroring me and mirroring society exercise and I come to a conclusion that everyone has flaws. Has issues. Has bad habits. Faces difficult circumstances. So, why the bother? Then decisions are made and I am back to moving with life.

Reflection is a healing process too. Mirroring your predicament to that of others who must have faced this, and still comes out strong. Better. And ready to take life by it anus. If life got anus.

Reflection shapes you. Changes your perspectives. Improves your mindset. And, widens your scope.

Don’t forget to re-evaluate too. It’s part of the process of shaping your present to a better present. It’s part of making you develop healthy habits to change your perspectives of life. Widen your scope. And, bring out that hidden potential of yours to the open.

Career choice

Mary Ann has always dreamed of being an actress, but there were lots of sacrifices to be made. And, she didn’t know if she was capable of making those sacrifices.

After graduating from the University of Calabar with second class upper in Theatre and Media Studies, her parents got involved in a ghastly road accident that took their lives, leaving her alone in the country of Nigeria to fend for herself and survive on her own.

And you know how tough life in Nigeria could be, especially to the poor and middle classes. As for the wealthy class there was bliss.

Out of pity, her father’s brother, Mr. Jonathan Asuquo; a man of God took her into his home on the basis that she disregard her dreams of becoming an actress. Was that even possible? Could Mary Ann give up her dreams of being an actress? For Christ sake, that’s what she is passionate about. She desire to be like Mercy Johnson, Ini Edo, Tonto Dikeh, Mama J, and all other popular actresses.

But to eat and to have a roof over her head, she must let go of her career pursuit in becoming an actress, which she did. As if that wasn’t enough, her uncle ordered that all her trousers, mini skirts, jewelleries, and her wigs be burnt. She was forced to wear long skirts that reaches her feets, wear long dresses and do natural hairstyles to reflect Christ in her lifestyle. Her uncle was a powerful man of God in Living Bible Church. He took the scriptures to heart, yet his children were nothing good to write home about. They were wayward – Enobong and Okon.

If Pastor Asuquo had a way, he would have insisted that Mary Ann pick a Jamb form to study another course in the University, but his wife wouldn’t agree. Instead, Mrs Asuquo suggested that Mary Ann should go work as a graduate assistant in the Department of Theatre and Media Studies so that she can make enough money to further her master’s degree program and be able to fend for herself.

Mrs. Asuquo desired Mary Ann out of her house forever. Unknowingly to them, they were paving way for her dream to be actualised. But, how?

Mary Ann began her graduate Assistant job in May, 2012 at the University of Calabar, Nigeria. In a way, she was happy that she was working in the same department she graduated from, so it wasn’t difficult to maneuver her way through.

Due to her hardworking and diligent attributes, she distinguished herself from other graduate assistants working there. The Head of Department, Mr. Philips, took notice of her and decided to add her to the list of casts in a movie that will be casted with other popular actors and actresses. When Mary Ann was informed of the changes, she was thrilled and screamed for joy. God did it!

Of course when Mr. Asuquo heard of the new arrangements, he wasn’t thrilled. He accused his wife for causing this to occur. But, his wife said to him, “You can’t hinder her, honey, it is her career choice. At least now that she is out of the way, there would be enough food for us”

PIMP WISH

I am among those born in the street (not literally). We street children develop strong skin to face the wild and I had better opportunities because my mother was a pimp. A powerful pimp, no fucker of a man dared manhandle her girls. Nah! She gave them the best life, provided for them and there was no lacking in the house.
Omo I always wanted to take over but my ma wouldn’t let me learn, talkless of going join the party.
She always tells me “Edna I want you be educated and be one of those fine wealthy bitches. This life not good for you. Never forget that!”.
But I didn’t want to be amongst those fine educated bitches rather wanted this life; being a pimp.

Mama wouldn’t hear me. She sent me all the way to my uncle who’s uptight and work long hours in his business company like he got nothing else to do.
I hated my new life. I wanted to go back to the street. I am sent to some private high school and I hate the way they think. Their minds were wrapped in books and changing the world. A world that was too fucked up to be changed. It suck as hell.
I hated that in this developed society, some of this brainless male folks saw me as weak vessel.
For godsake I am no weak vessel. They should come to the street and I had change their perception in freaking two days after beating the hell outta them. That got me laughing. I felt good within myself.

Few months later, I heard mama was sick so I had to go back home to be with her.
Mehn I was happy.
Couldn’t wait to go all the way to Warri where mama lives and maintain the girls.
What I like about ma was that she never saw herself as a mere woman or some weak pussy nah rather decided to be amongst the best, equal to other male pimps.

My mama was never harsh to the girls. She was more like a mother to them.

I came home around October. Couldn’t believe the sight of my ma, she looked different. Pale, that’s the word.
I was moved to tears.
“Is that you Edna?” Ma asked and I croak out.
“Yes ma” I said “I came for you”
“How’s the school?”

I almost muttered ‘Boring as hell”, but I decided to go for-
“It fine, ma”.
“I always knew you would fit in” Suddenly I felt death cutting off her life.

“Mama!” I cried out. “Mama, I lied. My life belongs here” But she was gone. Left me in this world to survive on my own.
Since my useless father left ma when I was only a baby.
Imagine that?
Survive I did. It was tough. So I decided to take up the pimp business.

My uncle came home to give my ma a befitting burial and ask that I come join him.
I refused.
He stared at me disappointedly “Your ma wouldn’t like this”
“My ma isn’t here” I responded.
“You know, I always thought you be wiser than your mama ’cause u got good brains. Seems I’m wrong. Whenever you change your mind, here’s my card, call me”.
He left.
I never came to him. My pride won’t let me. Neither would my passion to be a pimp change as well.

I got to learn from my mama girls how the game works. It was tough at first. I took some karate lessons, that taught me how to use a gun professionally, and how to overthrow your enemies.
It was tough but I welcomed the challenge.

Soon I was good to go.
Took my girls sometimes to Lagos, Abuja, Port harcout, Calabar in Nigeria, all those fine places where I’m sure a man gonna want to eat some pussy.

They didn’t just screw around, they did blow job, go stripping at club.
Men came rolling in.

My next agenda was to own a strippers club and my girls gonna work their ass up. No money, no pussy.
That’s my rules. I don’t give no free services. You want to eat, be ready to pay. It went on and on. Money kept flowing in and I lack nothing.

It went on and on. Money came flowing in like I lacked nothing.

I grew rich every seconds of the day.

It was like showers of blessings in the form of supplous of monies.

One of those days I met my missing rib: a man.
I don’t do girls. I think I prefer the sinking deep and out, not the rubbing of skin to skin with no opposite organs.
Bored me out.

His name was Timothy. A Christian name but no Christian. He knew how to fuck one’s brains out and fuck me he did like an horse.
Oh mehn.

Timothy was my partner in crime.
Unknowing to me, he got problem with zipping up.

I didn’t know he went frolicking with my girls, just as he was screwing my brains out.

He also forced them to do drugs, bringing his male friends to ride them as well.

My girls started leaving, running for their dear lives.
I wondered why.
Until one of the girls got the balls to spat the truth right on my face.
At first I didn’t believe no shit ’cause how could Timothy, my lover boy do such a horrible thing to me.

On the other hand, I knew my girls never lie.

I looked into it and I caught him red-handed.
Instead of him asking for forgiveness, he abused me. Telling me I’m a stupid bitch.
That day I beat the hell outta him showing him how bitchy I could be.
From then on and to the future I became smarter and wiser.
Wasn’t wise enough ’cause I discover I was pregnant.
Gave birth to a bouncy baby boy.

I loved him with all of my heart and promise to teach him my business.

Well my life went on after that. Owned later on a stripping club and chains of hotels.

I would say my wish of becoming a pimp came to reality.

Tired

The word ‘tired’ shouldn’t only be related to exhaustion.

The English America Dictionary defined tired as “in need of some rest or sleep. Fed up, annoyed, irritated, sick of. Overused, cliché and ineffectual; incompetent.”

To me, it should be deem as giving up. Giving up on everything in life. Giving up on life and it challenges. Giving up on the act of pretence. Giving up on the fake life led.

People tend to say “I am tired” but no one seems to be interested. They disregard when people outwardly mentioned being tired. Don’t you think that is the reason for increase of suicide today.

Tired doesn’t only focus on exhaustion, fatigue, fed up, annoyance, irritation, overused, incompetent and sick of, it goes further to talk of our personal individual lives.

Save a life today by listening to their tired complaints!