Monday, November 19, 2018

Common Injuries in Fitness and How to Prevent Them

The present-day fitness craze is bigger than it has ever been, with so much focus on looking good and living well. There are many activities that a person can enjoy to stay active, but the opportunities provided by a gym make it an obvious choice for people looking to take good care of themselves.
There are many benefits of going to the gym, including:

    A healthier lifestyle.
    A more aesthetically pleasing appearance.
    A greater sense of self-confidence and self-worth.
Paul was born into a family of three. His father is a corporate
worker who sets out as early as 5am in the morning only to
return home at 10pm and above.
His mother was a business woman who sells provisions in
wholesale and retails. She also closed as late as 10pm. Paul has two junior sisters who were in KG 2 and primary 4 respectively
while he was in SS2.
Due to lack of parental
monitoring, paul had mingled with the bad guys in his neighbourhood. Every evening after school, he would go to the
neighbourhood to play, the bad guys would send him to buy cigarettes and alcoholic drinks.
Atimes, he would be sent to call a pretty lady passing by.
At ss3, paul had started smoking
indian hemp, his parent tried so many times to correct him but he had turned to a dry fish difficult to bend. Paul had became notorious in the neighbourhood
causing trouble and atrocities. He wrote his first jamb after ss3 at 18 but he failed. he made another 3 attempts at the next 3
consecutive years and still failed.
he was frustrated with his failure and yet, he wouldn’t give up on his bad attitude,.
He was at home one day watching a programme on the
TV station and after the program, a religious program came up.
Paul was captivated by the preacher and followed the preaching bumper to bumper. It got to a point, the preacher made mention that
“you should make a difficult vow with God and be serious with it.
It should be something that will
cost you pain . And tell God that if you can do this particular thing
for me, this is what I will give you/ do for you.”.. Paul got the
message and decided to give it a trial. He promised God to be born again and served him with the whole of his live on campus and beyond if God could give him an
admission the following year. As
luck would have it, paul gained admission to study micro-biology the following year. At the
beginning of his year one. He was finding it difficult to born again due to the high number of pretty chicks who were freshers on campus. They were indeed
tempting and seductive. The way
this girls packaged their assets could make a G.O commit “side- game
At first semester, paul enjoyed life, f----d 3 freshers and clubbed forgetting that he made a promise to God. Towards the
end of first semester, he had a dream seeing an old man in
white gown reminding him of
the promises he made before he got his admission. He woke up and began to cry, he cried and realized he didn’t fulfilled his
promises. The following week, he
joined a fellowship of one of his numerous girlfriends.
At the beginning of second semester, paul became a changed person. He stopped flirting and clubing. He joined bible
study and Prayer units. He was so fervent in the service that he barely missed any of the weekly
programs and activities, you would always see paul at every campus religious gatherings and events.
At 200level, he was made the bible study secretary of his
fellowship. He was so diligent in the stewardship that he was made the president of his
Fellowship at 300level. All through this periods, paul was
binding and casting out demons and doing special miraculous
works. The entire campus could feel it that there was someone named paul.
He graduated from school and went for his NYSC and was
posted to a public secondary school in calabar, that was where trouble started
Bro paul got to NYSC. He was posted to a public secondary
school. he tried to keep and maintain his religious standard
at all cost but temptation started
befalling him. Many of the students would walk pass him flaunting their “ukwus’ and “bobby”. He was trying all his
best to resist the intimate urges and temptations with the power of the holy-spirit in him and it
worked. Three months after his
commencement in the school, another female corper named
eunice was posted to the school.
Eunice was 29years old, a very beautiful and elegant lady. She was naturally pretty and endowed.
Eunice was a rough girl who had flexed and enjoyed her life as a runs girl while on campus and had the determination of
hooking a God fearing guy during service. Weeks after
eunice commencement of her
service to her fatherland at the same PPA with bro paul, they became friends. Eunice studied paul and noticed he was a God
fearing man, without wasting time, she began to form holy just to gain the attention of paul, she
would sing gospel song, read xtian books, she stopped using jewellery and made sure she wore moderate clothes. Bro paul was carried away by the looks and display of Christianity, he was happy that he met a dedicated xtian like him and didn’t bother to involve God into it, he followed his mind and asked eunice out. Without
wasting much time, eunice gave a YES answer after 2 weeks and that started dating.
As time went on, eunice couldn’t
hold on to abstinence has she began to desire for sex in the
relationship. He tried so many means to seduce bro paul but he kept resisting. After long weeks of resistance, bro paul finally fell for it and they have sex after
4months of the relationship.
Bro paul started drowning spiritually into the ocean of
eunice’s touch. Every moment, bro paul would go on his kneels and cry to God for forgiveness, only to fall back on eunice laps weeks later. His prayer and devotion life began to reduce
drastically to the extent that he hardly read bible as
frequently as before. (That is the power of woman I must say,
behind the downfall of most spiritual leaders are women of
easy virtue who knows how to
manipulate them to get what they wanted).
Paul began to struggle with his spiritual life. He began to hear
strange voices and found it difficult to identify the voice of
the holy spirit from that of the devil, one voice will say “paul!
Paul! Paul!!!, leave that woman alone, she is going to destroy you!!!. Then another one will say,
paul! Paul! Paul!!!, he who finds a wife has found a good thing and obtains favour from ME. Do not loose her because she will make a good wife with her cool and
nice attitude!!”. He loved eunice so much because eunice seems
to posses everything he wanted in a woman, the intimate
intercourse was just the problem with this two lover birds. At one moment, they will pray and cry to
God not to indulge in immorality again. At another moment, they
are both back to the bed. “This must be the devil’s trick” bro paul
thought. He decided to take a great risk that involved his life.
After so many failed attempt to flee immorality, he called eunice into his room one evening, he
went on his kneels and told eunice to do the same. He told
her about his decision to finally quit sex until marriage, though
eunice wasn’t feeling
comfortable with the decision, she enjoys sex but she isn’t
ready to loose paul simply because paul is a God fearing man who loves God and also cared for her, eunice believed that she can’t be maltreated by
paul and believed paul will always be there to help in times
of prayers and sacrifices. She
pretended to be cool with the “no more sex” decision with the
mindset that paul would still fall back on her laps.
Paul held her hands, they both closed their eyes and paul started
praying and crying for
forgiveness. After 15 minutes into the prayer, bro paul made a strong vow to God on behalf of the love birds and he said, “oh
lord, any day WE decided to engage in intimate again, may
WE be strike with leprosy and epilepsy instantly!! AMEN”. Eunice was shocked to the extent that her heart almost burst out of her chest, she removed her hands
and stood up, she refused to say Amen to it and she frowned her face and telling paul how she felt bad because she wasn’t
consulted before making the leprosy vow. Paul walked to her, held her and comforted her, he
made her to see reasons for his vows and promised to be there for her in everything. He made
her realised that the delay in sex will hasten his urges for it and will help to fast track his marriage preparations. Eunice
thought for a while, she enjoyed love making but she never
wanted to loose paul due to his God fearing and cool headed
attitude. She agreed with paul and they both resumed to
continue the prayers
Weeks after weeks, months flies, they were struggling with their intimate urges anytime they are
together. They would engage in kissing and romance, but when
they got to love making mood.
Something will strike bro paul’s heart like thunder, reminding him of his pledge and vows, and the urges would die down
immediately. When paul realises that he was only punishing
himself with the romance of a thing. He decided to put and end to every romance and kisses. He decided to remain on holy hugs until they are married. Gradually,
paul was getting back to his spiritual stand. He now prays regularly and also studies his bible. Eunice wasn’t getting
comfortable with paul again, she isn’t getting the pleasure and emotional attention she always
wished for, but she had no choice than to wait and be patient since she isn’t ready to loose paul.
3months to the end of NYSC, eunice impatient grows into
maturity and she decided to seek
comfort in the arms of valentine who happens to be one of her toasters who eventually became
her friend. They began to get
intimate within the twinkle of an eye, eunice began to find
valentine interesting and lively because he would always discuss
and say dirty things she wanted to hear, with time, she reduced her visitation to paul and increased her visitation to
valentine, since paul was more concerned about spiritual
growth and less about emotions and romance, eunice’s attention of hanging out was now on val.
“I will keep paul for marriage and keep val for friendship” eunice
said to herself.
2months to the end of NYSC, eunice and valentine began to
have romance, but each time they were about to move on to
love making, eunice was always scared of the vow she and paul
made together, and she would always cry and resist. She always
wanted to have fun but she wasn’t ready to suffer leprosy
and epilepsy. After several resistances, val decided to get
what he wanted in a hard way.
He drugged eunice’s drink and eunice became weak and went unconscious. Valentine had his
way and made love to eunice.
When eunice became concious, she realised what valentine had
done to her and she began to cry. Valentine tried to comfort her but he got a slap in return as
eunice walked out in tears
Eunice got back to her room, closed up the door and began to
cry, she would check her skin over and over again every minutes hoping to see leprosy on her spotless skin, she switched off her phone and neither paul nor valentine was able to reach her, after hours of crying, she thought of it that it would be better for her to go to paul and
confess her sins maybe paul would be able to pray to God on
her behalf.
The next day in school, Eunice was sad and scared of relating her sins to paul. Paul also was wondering what could have went wrong with eunice
because the sad look was obvious on her face. After closing
for the day, Eunice followed paul to his apartment. On getting
inside, eunice began to cry, paul was worried about what could have happened. He pulled eunice closer and said “whatever it is, please stop crying and tell me about it please. Eunice minimised
her crying after several pleas and
cuddling. She took the boldness to start a conversation. “Paul, you see, ehhhhmm, I don’t know how to say it, ehhhhm” eunice was stammering. “Pls just say it in any way you can please” paul
whispered silently.
” Ehm paul. I know it is not morally and religiously right to
say this, you know, we are humans, though I am religious
but not up to your level, you know………..” Eunice was beating
around the bush.
“Eunice, please just hit the nail at the head”
Paul said.
” Ehm paul, atimes, I used to have this feelings of kissing you, holding you tight, feeling your heartbeat, laying my head on your chest but………………………….”
Eunice began to cry again. Paul pulled her closer, wiped her tears and looked into her eyes. “Eunice my love, don’t speak further, I knew what you wanted to say, I
just don’t want to jump at it.
“Really , eunice was nervous, thinking that holy spirit had
revealed to paul about her lovemaking with val…….”, paul replied ” yes dear, I understand
how you feel, I felt your pain. The truth is that the pain is mutual, I’m not also comfortable here.
Doing all these things you said isn’t a problem to me. But my main problem is that it would give me intimate arousal and
urges which will make us thirsty to have sex. And you still
remembered the vow?”. Eunice nodded.
“So eunice, I just felt it would be better not to perceive the aroma
of the food we can’t eat. I told God to strike us with leprosy and epilepsy any moment we have
intimate intercourse, and I’m not ready to face God’s wrath”.
Eunice’s heart beats faster on hearing about the vows again,
she became restless and asked “you mean when YOU and I
having sex?” Paul replied “Yes”.
She asked again, you mean “YOU and I?”, paul replied again “YES, is there any problem”?. “NO” said
eunice.
She hugged paul and felt relieved inside of her with the thoughts
that since it wasn’t between paul and her, she was save. Paul also cuddled her and promised to be
romantic in a moderate way that
won’t raise any intimate urge.
Eunice returned home with relieve in her heart. She switched
on her phone and saw 15 apology texts from valentine. 3 days later, she forgave val and
they resumed their intimate friendship, val was surprised that
eunice no longer resist him again
whenever its time to make love


Do you want me to give you a ride?” Dad asked as he came downstairs. There we go again, i knew the peace and quiet had been too perfect to last but thank God we didn’t have to go the through the ‘good morning-good morning routine’. No, thanks, I already called Jake, I replied. “When are you going to get your own car?” He asked. “Maybe when I start earning my salary”, I replied, sipping my coffee. “Jake can’t continue to do everything for you; he has got his own life”, he said, slipping into his Suit. He is not complaining Dad; I replied and carried my briefcase. See you later, I added and walked out. Jake pulled up seconds after I walked out of the house.
“Are you satisfied with ‘the new golden carriage’? Jake asked as rolled down the tinted window with a grin on his face. “It is okay,” I replied. So you call my new ‘beamer’ okay? How many of this have you seen around,” Jake added raising an eyebrow with his “leery eyes” peering from under his dark glasses. Jake and I had been friends from as far back as I could recall, we went to the same schools, even Harvard, Jake bagged a degree in Architecture. He is very artistic and creative, that is my favourite quality in him, apart from his heavy masculine physique and cute face. Jake is the perfect listener. I rant about all my fears and pains to him, and he lends me the listening ear that I require. “Jake please don’t get me started this morning” I replied, ”wow, someone’s pissed, why didn’t you turn up for the party last night?” Jake replied with a queer, choked voice, “unlike you some of us have to go to work’’ I replied shifting my weight from the middle arm-rest, I was angry but not too angry to notice the comfy leather interior of the new BMW X6, Jake is self-employed with really no reason to work, He is the only son of the owner of the biggest construction company in west Africa. Be a good girl, he said as he pulled up in front of Ade-Cole Law Firm. I smiled and hurried off.
Good morning Toni, I said as I walked in. Hello Darlene, she replied smiling. Dare wants to see you in his office, she added quickly. A stream of anger and fatigue flew through my whole body; I immediately left for his office. “Good morning Sir,” I said. The name is Dare, he replied with a grin which he rarely did. We do a first name here, you should have read that in the handbook, he added. Yes Dare, I replied, feeling comfortable. I went through your credentials last night and I must say, it is top class, he said, “thanks”, I replied. He was too engrossed in he’s speech to notice the irony in my voice Does that mean that I get my office? I asked. No, at least not yet, the personal office thing comes when the firm feels that you are certified by all standards to be an office owner, he replied still with the strange and annoying grin. Why then did he call me here? I said to myself inaudibly. “Darlene, I would like you to accompany me to a press conference by 2pm, it is for the firm”, he said. I glanced at my watch. “It won’t take your time and you don’t need to say a thing, in fact, you have nothing to say, you are just going to be a figure there”, he continued. I wore a weird gaze at him. I am actually taking you because I think you are beautiful and would make for a good cover page standing by me, he added, why don’t you just a hire a Model? I asked bluntly. He laughed. Hiring will mean me paying her and I am not interested in paying for a thirty minutes interview. He replied. I wasn’t aware that that was part of our professional agreement…I can check with my colleagues to be certain, I replied, looking uninterested. “Could you really check?” he asked. I frowned at his Sarcasm. Look Darlene, you are my staff and you do what I say, he replied.
Dare forced me to a press conference, God knows what he would do to me next before this week runs out, I complained bitterly to Jake as he drove me home later in the evening. Who is Dare? He asked. My boss, Dare Ade-Cole, I replied. Do I sense a “beauty and the beast story” in the offing? He asked with a sarcastic smile. Yeah yeah…very funny Jake, I replied probably not impressed with one of Jake’s casual Jokes. “The firm operates on a first name basis between the staffs”, I replied. You will be fine babe, you are very strong and you will come out well there, he said.” Do you know why my Dad doesn’t want me at his firm”? I asked, with no provocation. If you work at Williams Firm, people will say that your Dad planted you there, they will disregard your merits, he replied. Jake that is so “flat”, I worked hard for my degree, I replied with a deep breath. Prove it at Ade-Cole and you will see that your father will be dying to have you at his firm, he said. I sighed. Cheer up babe, do you care for chicken? KFC is just right around the corner, he said. Thanks Jake, I replied. What would I do without you? I asked with a smile. Nothing, you couldn’t do anything without me, he replied with a grin.
Do you think that Dare would grant me the opportunity to attend the programme?” I asked Toni waving an invitation card before her. Toni raised her head slightly and took a quick peek at the card. “You will have to see for yourself, you are very new here and a function would be regarded as inappropriate”, she replied. “I have never missed it and I don’t intend to now”, I replied and left for Dare’s office. “Morning Dare” I said. He nodded. “I would like to be excused from work tomorrow”, I said. “Are you feeling ill?” He asked without looking up, his gaze was totally fixed to his laptop, who does he think he is? He should have at least looked at me. “No, but I have a very important function to attend”, I replied. “What function can be more important than your job here”? He asked staring at my hand. At least, he is looking at me now. “It is a service for my mother”, I replied. His look was now very stern. “Is she a clown?” Why would she want a service? He asked, looking irritated. Listen to me, if you go for it, you can kiss your job goodbye, he added and faced his laptop. I flung the card at him in utter disgust, “it is a remembrance service for my late mother, and I quit”! I yelled and walked out.
“Cheer up honey”, Jake said as he wiped my tears. “He called my mother a clown”, I mumbled. That Jerk! “He doesn’t deserve your tears”, he replied. “I don’t want to work here again, take me away from here Jake”, I said. “We would clear your desk tomorrow”, he replied, opening the door for me. I sat in the car feeling awful; Jake smiled at me. Jake’s smile came as a relief, there was something “kind” about his smile. We left for his place. I will get you something to drink; he said and left for his kitchen. I stared at a picture of Jake and I on our graduation from High School. “How could he still keep such a picture?” I thought. I had no idea where mine was, and moreover, I thought the picture looked boring. We were just two youngsters leaving High School and looked quite nervous. I snapped out of my thoughts as he returned with a can of soda. “I want to start my driving lessons this weekend”, I said. “I am not tired of driving you around”, he replied handing me the soda. I know, but I want to be able to drive myself around and not wait on my office stairs for about twenty minutes like I did today, I said. “That was an emergency, if you had called me prior to the time, you know that I would have been there”, he replied. That is the typical Jake Martin-Oje reply. I have to put an end to his “over protectiveness”; although I can’t really say that Jake is over protective. “But I don’t want you running here and there for me”, I said.” Moreover, I don’t like your new ‘beamer’”, I added with a light smile. “What will ever satisfy you”? He asked with a wide smile.
“Brethren, we are gathered here today for the 20th remembrance service of late Mrs Danielle Williams…” I watched the priest go over the formalities. I found it hard to shed a tear, maybe it was because I never really knew her, but as I stare at her grave like the past years, I feel drawn to her. She died on my 1stbirthday, she was trying to bake my cake when she heard me cry, she rushed to me but on her way, she slipped and hit her head and that was the end of my mother and my birthdays. My father never celebrated any of my birthdays and when he told me how she died, I vowed never to have fun on my birthday, anyways, and today is my birthday, my 24th birthday. My mother’s remembrance service has always been held on my birthday, so that was enough for me to feel sad and forget ever having fun. “What is fun by the way without a mother?”
“Happy birthday”, Jake whispered into my ear. I nodded without a smile. Jake always tried to make me happy on my birthdays; he always baked me a cake, which I always dropped at the cemetery after the service. The cemetery was soon empty, Dad and his guests had left, leaving Jake and I and some anonymous figures paying their last respects. I stared at my mother’s grave; my mum would have been 50 if not for her unfortunate death. I dropped the cake and tears flowed down my eyes. That is the part where I always had to shed the tears, it felt special in a sad way to present the cake we never baked on my 1stbirthday. “Would she eat the cake?” I asked Jake with a smile. His amused grin broadens and he put his hand on my shoulder. I faced the grave and dropped a flower. “I am sorry for your loss”, a thick voice said with a musical British accent. I turned round to see Dare Ade-Cole in a tightly fitted black suit; I nodded and faced her grave. “Take the week off, see you on Monday”, he said and walked away. I turned back and watched him leave. “You might need a minute alone” Jake said. “I will be by the car”, he added and left.
“A 24thbirthday needs to be cherished and spent well”, Jake said as he drove. “That rule doesn’t apply to me”, I replied. “Here we go again Darlene, for how long will you allow this to continue?” He asked. I gave no answer to his “rhetorical question”. He obviously knew my answer, why was he asking? “You cry every time on your birthday, I honestly think that you should tell your Dad to change the remembrance date”, he said. “I want the remembrance left on this date”, I replied. He sighed deeply. “I get it”, he said and drove on.
I could hear the sound of slow hip-hop pulsing behind the closed windows of the Beamer as I approached. But Jake killed the music as soon as I reached for the door handle. I slid into the front seat next to Jake and told him to take me home.
“Who was that you were listening to?” I asked him.
“Um, that was Lil Wayne.”
“How to love?”
“That’s right.”
Over the years, I had become knowledgeable in the subtle distinctions, regional and otherwise, in rap and hip-hop. Across the board, most of my friends listened to it. Some of them fashion their life styles from them. I wouldn’t think of being totally tuned to music, especially rap. I reached for the disk rack and chose one at random. I noted the handwritten ‘Dido’ on the disk. I handed the disk over to Jake and he slid it into the dashboard stereo. I didn’t have to tell him to play it at a volume so low that it would amount to little more than background noise. Jake knew I hated noise. I turned my phone on, checked my voice mail and had two unread messages. One from my great aunt, Aunt Sally, she was apologizing for missing my mom’s remembrance service, this is the fifth consecutive time she was missing the service, so I was used to her constant apology messages. The other message was from Mrs Small.
I called Mrs Small back first; I was uninterested in returning Aunt Sally’s message. “Hi Toni”, I said, signalling to Jake to totally kill the music. “Hey Honey, how are you holding up?” she asked. “I have been holding up well for the past twenty four years”, I replied sarcastically. Honestly, why would Toni ask how I have been holding up? My mom has been long dead. “I just thought you might need comfort”, she said sounding a bit defensive. “Oh Toni, where is your sense of humour?” I asked. At this junction, she burst into a mean laughter. “I do not like the sound of your laughter,” I said into the receiver. “Dare came for the service”, I said. “Oh! That’s nice to know”, she replied. “I am happy to know that he at least has one human bone in him,” I said. “And speaking of Dare coming to my mom’s service, how did he get the address?” I asked quickly. “Apart from the fact that you in your rude behaviour flung the card at him, I gave him the address”, she replied. “Did he ask for the address?” I asked smiling impressively. “Yes, he did”, she replied. The line started to break as we spoke and so I had to end my call with Toni.
The traffic heading downtown bottle necked on the third mainland bridge. I spent the time in the car ‘tweeting’ and trying not to think about going back to Ade-Cole and the argument I had with my Dad about resenting him, My Dad was right and that’s what hurts. For a long time, I had been angry with the old man for a lot of reasons. It was something I had thought about changing myself. In a few minutes, we broke free of the bottleneck. I looked out of the window and saw no accident, I saw nobody with a flat Tyre and no high way patrol cruiser parked on the shoulder. I saw nothing to explain the traffic. It was often like that. Freeway traffic in Lagos was as mysterious as the dark side of the moon. It moved and flowed, then stalled, crawled and stopped for no easily explainable reason.
“ Always thought that I would love to live by the sea…” Dido’s lyrics titled straight into my thoughts or rather interrupted my thoughts. I didn’t vision my life to be this complicated, never knew that Lagos could shrink so much that I would have to run into Mr Ex every other day of the week. I tried not to think about work. There are so many assholes to think about and so little time.
Then solid bass blaring from the custom beamer speaker almost sent my head into the window glass, I turned swiftly to look at Jake with my hands covering both ears, I frowned at Jake who seemed to derive so much pleasure from the noise he had created, noticing the swift movement, he turned in my direction.
“What?” he asked with a smile.
Then he noticed the frown and the hand to ear gesture it made, he let the volume down from the media control on the steering wheels. Then he looked back at me and noticed that I hadn’t looked away and still had the frown on, I spotted his fumy smile spreading across his face, showing his white but broken canine.
“That was M.I”, had to play him out loud.
I shrugged and thought, what it was with Ex BHS boys and M.I….he is like a super hero to them. No disrespect to the Lagos superstar, but I wouldn’t even have him on my rack. “Why do you hate M.I so much?” Jake asked as if he read my thoughts. “I have never liked him, even knowing that he is an alumnus of our high school,” I replied coolly applying my lip gloss. “What will you rather have me play?” “Adele?” he asked with a grimace. “More like it”, I replied smiling. “I will not play such music in this royal stereo of mine”, he replied proudly. “And I suppose M.I is royalty?” I asked mockingly. Jake and I were very used to banters, especially on our favourites; we basically didn’t like the same things. I can’t stand M.I, and Jake thinks that Adele is a pathetic musician. When it comes to our choices in Football, I love Chelsea Football Club, and Jake can go on everyday about Arsenal Football Club. To worsen our usual Footie outburst, Jake hates my best footballer, Didier Drogba. Why would anyone hate Didier Drogba? I couldn’t really blame Jake, Drogba is known for “ripping the brakes out of Arsenal’s Car” whenever the London derby arises.
Jake drove on into the night as I remained glued to my smashing new blackberry I had several “pings” to reply and of course, have fun “tweeting”. The journey to my house was taking longer than expected, but I couldn’t be bothered, I was with Jake! I feel very safe with my “big bear” as I love to call Jake. Speaking about Jake’s physique, he had been working out since high school when I had problem with seniors boys coming at me because of the “so-called attitude” they said I posed at them whenever they wanted to go out with me. Jake got into fights in school because of me, I always got on people’s nerves and then I rush to Jake for help, he has always been there, and nothing has changed.
“Here we are”, Jake said as he pulled up. I stared at the very familiar environment, then turned and punched Jake hard on the shoulder. “What are we doing at the galleria?” I asked as I peered out of the tinted glass windows. “We are here to celebrate your first ever birthday and put an end to your annoying birthdays”, he replied turning his phone off. “Jake, my mom’s remembrance service started when I was four years old, so I don’t think it’s that bad, and beside I like hanging with my mom at the cemetery” I replied. “It is horrible you know what?, you’re hanging out with me today and we are having fun even if I have to drag you along screaming and kicking all the way” he said smiling, “Jake, am I crazy?” I said smiling back at him. “No you’re not crazy, and I’m the crazy one in case you forgot”, he replied closing the doors of the car.
Jake walked towards me waving two movie tickets with a big smile on his face,“I got us the last two tickets for Cars”.
“Cars, are you kidding me?”
“The movie is a sell-out and a tip was necessary to get the last two tickets, so let me rephrase your last sentence, Oh thanks a lot Jake, you’re the best ” Jake replied sounding like Minnie mouse.
“I do not sound like that you retard” I replied hitting him on his shoulder. “I bet we’ll be the only adults in the cinema”
And apparently, we were the only adults in the cinema and to worsen matters, Jake got us seats in the midsection of the hall. Making our way to the seats, was like hurdling over the legs of the kids who wouldn’t adjust and let us pass because they were so glued to the screen. Then we finally took a seat beside a grumpy kid who apparently had some problem locating where his mouth was, he had pop corn flying on his shirt, the chairs, Jake’s shoes, but Jake didn’t seem to mind, he actually got a “kind” shove from me when threw his pop corn in my face.
“Now let’s get you home” Jake said as the KFC attendant handed me a bucket of half-wings and some fries. “Not quite”, I replied with my mouth full.
“Then what?”
“The day is still young, it’s just like 8pm and besides, it’s my birthday”
We exchanged the knowing look, “are you thinking what I am thinking?” Jake asked.
I nodded.
“So where is it going to be?; Q-lounge, Koko lounge, Rehab…”
“Club du retard” I replied cutting him off
“And where is that?”
“Ebute-Metta”
“You are joking right” he replied with a raised eye brow.
“Do you know the number of cars that get jacked in that side of town?”
“Just tell me you are joking”
“You chicken, come on its not that bad and beside I have got friends in that side of town, you’ll be just fine”
“Are you sure about this?” Jake asked as he pulled up into a noisy neighbourhood.
“Yes, I just want to have fun, isn’t that what you want?” I asked. “I want you to have fun but we at a pub”, he replied. “Don’t be a silly girl”, I said and jumped out of the car. The local pubs downtown had the best fun loving people. I danced into the night with Jake all around me before I knew it, I knew nothing. What does that mean? I guess I got drunk!
“Morning D”, Jake said handing me a cup of coffee. I had to shield my eyes; at least I knew where I was. Jane’s room always let in too much light early in the morning. By the way, Jane is Jake’s twin.
“Thanks”, I said as I took the cup.
“You went overboard and got drunk last night at the Pub”, he started as he raised the curtains. I sipped the coffee gently. A large smile danced round Jake’s face.
“What?” I asked.
He jumped at me and tickled me hard.
“I had never seen you dance until last night”, he said.
“That was my birthday”, I replied.
“I am so happy to see you happy”, he said.
“Thank you Jake”, I said warmly. He smiled, acknowledging me.
“I owe it to you, if you didn’t help me, I would have never known how to enjoy a birthday”, I added. “Thank you”, I said again and hugged him.
“Time to go home”, he said releasing me.
“Jake, how much did I drink last night?” I asked as we approached the door.
“Somewhere between a lot and too much”
“Hi Jake”, Dad said as we walked in.
“Good morning sir”, he replied.
“Where did you kidnap my girl to yesterday?” He asked.
“We just hung out”, he replied scratching his head.
“Why are you asking him questions Dad when I am right here?” I asked angrily.
“Darlene”, Jake whispered under his breath.
“I just wanted to know because I wanted to have a quiet night with you yesterday for your birthday”, Dad replied.
“Am I supposed to celebrate that”? I asked rudely.
“When are you going to stop resenting me”? He asked.
“I am going to take my leave now”, Jake said excusing himself.
“Why are you so pissed about not getting the job at my firm?” Dad asked.
I scoffed.
“You are working at Ade-Cole, anyone will kill to have that job”, he replied.
“Anyone except me”, I said.
“I will not continue to take your petty insults”, he replied.
“I am not done yet; I want to know why you employed a certain Dora Oluwole in your company as your Personal Assistant”? I asked.
“That is my personal business and why are you digging into my business?” He asked angrily.
“Don’t you think that she is too young for an affair, she is only 22 Dad”, I yelled.
“Why would I date my own daughter?” He asked.
I was shocked!


Most people are well aware of the benefits of a healthy lifestyle and going to a gym on a regular basis. There are, however, many reasons why a person may not want to join a gym or go regularly. Some people lack the time to fit gym visits around work and their personal life. There will be people who are self-conscious and don’t like the idea of working out around other people. Also, there may not be a suitable gym in close proximity to the person. These are all reasons why creating a home gym can be of benefit.
Home Gym
With a home gym, you don’t have to pay a monthly membership, you can work out whenever you get spare time, you don’t need to worry about other people, and there is never going to be a queue for certain equipment. When it comes to being fully focused on getting healthier and being active, installing a home gym is the ideal solution for many people.
There are a number of things that you must consider when creating the ultimate home gym, and the following points will be of interest.
Research the equipment that is best for you
There is no shortage of gym equipment on offer, with weights and cardio machines offering the chance for the best overall workout. If you have a particular goal in mind, certain workouts or techniques will be better for you, and your home gym should be based on what you want to achieve.
Sound-proof the room
Working out can be noisy, particularly if you like music playing when you are exercising. To minimize the impact on other people in your home, or your neighbors, you should consider sound-proofing your home gym.

Give yourself privacy
If you are opting for a home gym because you are self-conscious, you want to maintain your privacy. Having windows in the room is a good idea as this will allow fresh air to come in, but you also want the option to prevent people from looking in when you are working out. Installing window shutters gives you the flexibility that you need, and with waterproof window shutters, you can opt for a stylish look that will also be hygienic, no matter how sweaty your exercise regime becomes.
Install mirrors
While it seems as though mirrors are placed in gyms to allow vain people to watch themselves while they work out, there are practical reasons for the use of so many reflective surfaces in a workout area. The most important reason is that with mirrors, you can watch yourself and ensure that you have the correct form.
Some exercises or workout routines could cause you serious injury if you carry them out incorrectly. When you have a mirror in place, you can study your performance, which will help you to act in the correct manner, ensuring that you make the most out of every workout.
There is also a safety element in installing mirrors in a gym. Some people choose to work out while listening to music, which means that they may not hear people or something happening. With mirrors in place, gym enthusiasts can see behind them and all around the room, creating a safer environment.
Have some storage space

Anyone who has ever gone to the gym knows how much equipment you need around when working out. You need a towel to dry off equipment and to remove sweat from your face, you need water to keep you hydrated, and you may have items such as a notepad and pen to record your workout, or any number of electronic gadgets. It makes sense to have a storage area in your home gym so that you can keep all these items in one place. This storage facility will ensure that you never forget these items, but they will also enhance the safety of your gym, removing trip hazards from around the room.
Creating a home gym is the ideal way for many people to be active and create the look and lifestyle that they crave.

Tacfit Commando is a strategic fitness program designed by Scott Sonnon, a renowned fitness instructor and martial arts specialist. This program does more than help you improve your appearance. It goes beyond helping you lose weight. Its main objective is to enhance an individual’s physical flexibility, strength, speed, and toughness.
Tacfit Commando
What Does it Entail?

It is a tactical program whose workouts are similar to what the Scott Sonnon applies when training special operations soldiers from different parts of the globe. Tacfit Commando is used by several security units including the Israeli Defense Forces, UK soldiers, U.S. navy and military, and counter-terrorism officers. The workouts focus on ability and performance as opposed to weight loss and muscle development. This makes the program stand out from the other fitness strategies.
Another aspect that makes this program unique is that you do not need any fitness equipment or a gym to carry out the workouts. It focuses on body weight exercises. They can be done anywhere including your garage, living room or bedroom. All you need is about half an hour or less to complete the workouts. There are four intensity levels to choose from depending on your ability including:

These intensity levels are designed to accommodate various physical capabilities. You can customize the workouts to suit your specific requirements.
You also get some dietary advice to ensure you get the nutrients your body needs to engage in the workouts. The program features illustrations that will guide you through the various workouts.
Target Audience

This tactical program is a great choice for busy individuals who cannot find the time to attend gym sessions. It also works well for stay-at-home moms who want to maintain their fitness in spite of busy household schedules. If you cannot afford a personal trainer or gym membership, this program is designed for you.
What to Expect

When you first start using the program, you will select workouts that match your fitness level. You will then follow a day-by-day workout routine. Beginners start with simple levels and progress to the more complicated ones as your physical ability improves.
Tacfit Commando comes with video lessons to help you through the training process. You also get a pdf guide to supplement the videos. You can access the program through your smartphone, laptop or tablet. This allows you to perform the workouts from any location.
The exercises included in this program are designed to help you attain a higher physical fitness level and develop a wide range of abilities. This program is appropriate for those who want to focus on improving their physical endurance, strength, and speed. The extra benefits of the workouts include lean muscle development and weight loss. The exercises will not bulk you up but will make your muscles firmer. Scott Sonnon focuses on offering quality and not quantity workouts. You will also learn how to breathe properly during workouts to control tension.
Tacfit Commando demonstrates that it is possible to attain physical fitness without attending gym sessions or training for several hours each day. The workouts included in this program bring out the solider in participants and help you reach greater physical heights.


Of the 34 million Americans who are older than 65, over two million are currently suffering from depression. Seniors aged 65 and older also account for 20 percent of all suicide deaths, despite making up just 13 percent of the total U.S. population.
Aging Parent
As you can see, depression among seniors is a serious issue. Unfortunately, it’s also one that many people don’t know how to recognize.
Read on to learn how you can spot depression in an older friend, parent, or loved one and get them the help they need to recover.
1. Know the Signs

First things first, you need to be able to recognize the symptoms of depression. Some common signs to be on the lookout for include:

If your parent or loved starts exhibiting these symptoms — especially if they seem to come out of nowhere — there’s a good chance that they may be feeling depressed.
2. Know the Difference Between Depression and Dementia

When they notice memory changes in an older adult, many people automatically assume that person is exhibiting early signs of dementia. This might not necessarily be the case, though.
As mentioned above, memory loss and speech and movement difficulties can also be signs of depression in the elderly.
Depression and dementia share a number of symptoms. Because of this, it’s important to know the difference between the two conditions so that you can help your loved one get the right kind of care.
Some of the primary differences between depression and dementia in seniors are explained below:

    Mental decline occurs rapidly in cases of depression, whereas it happens slowly in people with dementia
    People with depression may have difficulty concentrating, while those with dementia may have short-term memory loss
    Depressed seniors may speak or move more slowly, but they’ll still have control; in people with dementia, their writing, motor, and speaking skills are actually impaired
    Seniors with depression are usually aware of and concerned about their memory problems, but people with dementia usually do not notice these changes

If you notice a decline in cognitive function in your parent or loved one, whether you think it’s caused by depression or dementia, you need to seek medical treatment right away.
The sooner you take action, the sooner your loved one can get the treatment they need to improve their condition and overall quality of life.
3. Don’t Be Dismissive

Sometimes, when you notice that your parent or loved one is struggling, it’s tempting to look the other way and pretend nothing is wrong. This isn’t doing them any favors, though.
If a senior begins exhibiting signs of depression, or even tells you that they’re feeling depressed, take them seriously. Trying to brush off their struggles as being “all in their head” may discourage them from seeking the help they need to feel better.
At the same time, it’s also important to make sure you don’t go overboard in trying to help them. Being overbearing or expressing too much concern may actually make someone who’s suffering from depression feel worse or like they’re causing problems for you.
Instead of going overboard trying to help out, let your loved one know you’re there for them. Continue to encourage them to seek help and do things on their own, and don’t forget to praise them for their efforts.
4. Help Them Stay Active

Physical activity is essential for older individuals, both for their physical and mental health.
Regular exercise not only strengthens the muscles and bones to prevent injury, but it can also empower seniors and remind them that they’re still capable of doing difficult things even though they’re getting older.
Encourage the senior in your life to go for walks and resistance train. They may also want to consider signing up for classes like yoga, water aerobics, or tai chi.
These kinds of classes serve two purposes. First, they help older adults stay active and maintain their physical and mental health. Second, they will help your loved one get to know other seniors with similar interests.
This second benefit is especially important for seniors who live alone and are more prone to feeling depressed or isolated.
5. Consider Home Care or an Alert System

For seniors who live alone, it’s important that they have people checking in on them regularly. If they have the budget, hiring a full-time home care aid can give them someone to talk to on a daily basis. The aid can also help them with chores like grocery shopping or laundry that may be difficult.
If home care isn’t in your loved one’s budget, or if they’re simply not interested, a medical alert system is another good option.
Medical alert systems don’t just prevent break-ins. Many of them are equipped with a special medical reminder function. This allows someone to call and check in with the user on a daily basis to make sure they’re okay and remind them to take their medications.
This kind of feature is especially important for people who are taking antidepressants or other drugs that must be taken on a consistent basis to be effective.
Final Thoughts
Keep a close eye on the senior citizens in your life. If you notice they may be exhibiting signs of depression, it’s important for you to be proactive and take appropriate steps to help them stay safe. Be involved (but not overbearing), encourage them to exercise, and recruit outside help so that they don’t feel isolated.
It’s always hard to deal with the fact that someone close to you is depressed. But, they need you to be strong to help them feel better. Keep these tips in mind, and you’ll have an easier helping your loved one get through this difficult time.

As you should already be aware, your feet are a vital component of everyday life. Without fully function and fully healthy feet, it would be impossible to hold down a good job or complete many of life’s basic tasks. In fact, you’d probably find it difficult to get around and might even be confined to a wheelchair. This is something that nobody wants in their foreseeable future. So, what can you do to ensure your feet remain healthy and strong? The answer is very simple. Follow the tips below and you’ll have little to no trouble keeping your feet in immaculate shape.
Never Buy Secondhand Footwear


Regardless, if you are on a budget and in dire need of a new pair of shoes, it is never a good idea to invest in used footwear. Especially if you already have common feet issues like plantar fasciitis and heel spur. In this case, it should be your best interest to get proper shoes for plantar fasciitis and heel pain. The only time secondhand footwear would be acceptable is if the shoes are brand new and have never been worn. Once someone wears a pair of shoes for several weeks or months, the insoles and other components will tend to replicate the feet. For instance, your weight presses down on the insole and over time, it will create a permanent indention that replicates the sole of your feet. The shoes will no longer be suitable for anyone else.
Pamper Your Feet

Washing and cleaning are necessities. This is true for all parts of your body, including your hands, hair, and feet. Unfortunately, a lot of people neglect their feet, since they’re so difficult to reach in the shower. This will ultimately lead to problems in the future. To ensure that your feet remain healthy, you’ll want to step up your hygienic practices. Every time you jump in the shower, you should wash your feet with soap and water. Subsequently, it is vital to make sure that your feet are dried thoroughly. Fungus craves moisture! If you slip your feet into socks and shoes while wet, you’ll be at a higher risk of developing athlete’s foot and toenail fungus.
Finally, be sure to keep your nails trimmed. This will help you avoid scratches and bloody toes.
Massage The Feet Regularly

Wouldn’t you absolutely love a nice foot massage? You’re not the only one. The good news is that there is plenty of justification for paying for a foot massage. Pampering yourself is one reason and keep your feet strong and healthy is another. Getting frequent foot massages can be very beneficial and helpful for keeping your feet in good health. This is the case because foot massages can increase blood flow to the feet, promote faster healing and diminish scar tissue.
For maximum impact, you should make sure that your feet are massaged with essential oils. Some of these oils possess powerful anti-inflammatory properties. Therefore, you’ll reap the benefits of the oil and the massage. And of course, the massage will feel outstanding as well.
Obtain Sufficient Vitamins And Minerals

Certain vitamins and minerals are pertinent for healthy feet. One of the most important is calcium. According to the American Orthopedic Foot & Ankle Society, the average American should acquire at least 1,000 milligrams of calcium per day. Pregnant women should obtain a minimum of 1,300 milligrams. Calcium plays a vital role in keeping your bones strong! Eating dairy products, such as cheese and yogurt, is one of the easiest ways to acquire more calcium. If you cannot get a sufficient amount of calcium from your diet, you may want to consider taking supplements.
Vitamin D is also a good addition to your diet. This vital vitamin can help the body absorb calcium more efficiently. Again, the AOFAS recommends that each consumer acquires at least 400 to 1,000 IU of Vitamin D each and every day. Vitamin D supplements are available. Just remember to speak with your primary physician before adding a supplement to your daily intake.
Eating The Right Foods


Most people are aware of the basics of keeping their feet healthy. They understand that wearing the right shoes, washing regularly and getting their nails trimmed will be enormously important. However, many people fail to realize that proper nutrition is just as important as the aforementioned tasks. If you do not eat the right foods, you’re going to experience a wealth of problems and many will directly impact your feet and toes. Certain foods can undeniably help to promote healthy feet.
Make sure you consume plenty of cherries, spinach, nuts, and salmon. Not only as these foods downright delicious, but they also contain nutrients that will keep your feet strong and healthy. Simultaneously, you should do your best to eat healthy and maintain a healthy weight. Excess weight can place a greater amount of pressure on your joints, legs, and feet. Keep yourself fit and thin and your feet will remain strong as well.
Choosing The Best Socks

When it comes to keeping your feet healthy and strong, socks are without a doubt one of the most important factors that you need to consider, besides shoes. If you like to keep active and go for daily hikes or runs, you probably oftentimes find your feet sweating. Cotton-only socks and moisture do not go together very well, as they tend to run the feet and cause blisters. Choose a sock that was specifically designed for wicking away moisture and reducing friction. Merlion wool, nylon, polypropylene, and polyethylene are excellent materials for the feet and, oftentimes preferred by many athletes.
Practice Yoga Poses To Increase Foot Posture

Do you remember when you were little and your mother used to say, “Don’t slouch and sit up straight”? This is because she did not want you to adapt to bad posturing practices that could lead to back and spine problems down the line. Well, the same thing can be said for your feet. If you are not walking or standing with the appropriate posture, you will develop bad habits that will lead to major foot damage.
However, partaking in certain yoga exercises and practices several times a week not only increases foot strength and flexibility, but also can help correct those bad posturing habits that you have adapted to over the years.
Conclusion

Making the wrong lifestyle choices can take a toll on your health and it can be detrimental to your feet. With this in mind, it is pertinent to make sure you go above and beyond to keep your feet in immaculate condition. Treat them with kindness and care. Give your feet and toes a little tender love and care. They’ll reward you by keeping your mobile and always ready to go. Just remember to wash regularly and eat healthy. This will go a long way towards keeping your feet in perfect condition!
I feel a bit relieved when I learn that Toyosi herself
isn’t going to be staying with us. Only her son will be
staying.
Toyosi has just met with a man she will marry but she
isn’t going to let that man know that she has a child,
that is why she wants to return Bode to his father.
With the knowledge I have, my father begs her that
she should stay with him. Mother says she eavesdrops
on them and hear them speak.
My father kneels down before her, begging her to be
his wife; he is even ready to throw my mother and I out
for her sake.
“Toyosi, please come home. This place is a hell to me.
Please stay with me, Toyosi,” John laments.
“You have a wife already,” says Toyosi. “I can’t be a
second wife; I mean it’s too early for me to get into
rivalry with another wife. Please let me just leave Bode
here. Joseph is my husband. He loves me a lot,” Toyosi
says.
“Listen Toyosi, I quite understand you, okay. If you
don’t want to be a second wife, that’s right. I can drive
Hannah and her useless good-for-nothing child out of
the house immediately…”
Good-for-nothing! If only my mum tells me that
immediately my dad says it, I would have taken it hard
with him. Maybe God doesn’t want me to go wild, that’s
why. I only hear that few days back after my mother
has recovered. She says she eavedrops to hear that.
Well, ‘Good-for-nothing’ is what I am afterall. Dad hasn’t
told any lie. When Bode comes to the house and
discovers I am deaf mute and my mother is on a wheel
chair, the boy runs back and holds his mother tight,
saying, “Is this where you want me to stay, aunty? I
can’t stay in the house where everybody is disabled.”
“Ssh! Bode, shut up! At least your daddy is not disabled,”
Toyosi says and blinks her eyes.
“But aunty, why can’t you be staying here with us? So
that that woman on wheelchair will not ill-treat me.”
“She dare not,” says Toyosi to my mother’s face. “If
she will do that to you my son, then it had been better
for her not to be able to get up from that wheelchair
forever.”
When mother shares the experience with me, I wept
sore and began to hate little Bode and his mother. How
could they say such a thing? I will teach him a lesson of
his life. Bode must be mute like myself too, I think.
I put a knife on fire and pour some red oil. I will put that
knife down his throat. He will lose his voice.
Bode has finished eating. He is fond of making fun of
me. He has even plucked a leaf and put it inside his
mouth to mock me. Then he writes something down in
a paper and tucks it inside my hand. I read:
You are as deaf as a goat
Am I the one this small boy is calling a herbivore? I
think. The boy laughs and runs about when I wanted to
catch him to deal with him. I wonder who teaches this
boy to be so heartless. Despite how my mother cares
for him, he still does this to me. Why?
Bode soon return when his eyes are heavy with sleep.
He falls on the bed and off he goes. I make sure he is
fast asleep and ties him firmly to the bed. Then I put a
knife on fire and pour red oil on the hot knife.
I will teach Bode what it means to be permanently
speechless in life. Perhaps he doesn’t know that the
most painful thing in life is the inability to express
yourself as you wish. That is why people always
complain that the deaf and dumb people are the most
rebellious, because we get angry when we are very
much pushed to the wall because of our inability to
speak out our mind.
I am going to teach Bode that I am even more terrible
than a stammerer. How can anybody encroach on our
right and go scot-free? I should have done this thing
earlier. Why did I delay up to this time? This is not the
first time Bode will be ridiculing me by putting a leaf in
his mouth. I have signalled to him several times to
stop that but he won’t. Now he will have to bid his
vocal cord a goodbye.
I sit at the edge of the bed and then stretches my body
towards Bode who is fast asleep. I wouldn’t know if he
is snoring because I can’t hear a thing. I hold the hot
knife close to his face. Nothing is going to stop me
from dipping it inside his throat.
I can’t do it. I begin to weep. No! This is not happening.
This is not me. How dare me? My hand shakes. I begin
to retreat.
Bode’s eyes flashed open. He was terrified. I see the
movement of his mouth. He must have shouted,
“Murderer!”
Bode shakes the bed vigorously. I cut the rope with the
hot knife and the boy flees in horror. He didn’t return
until father arrives.
My father becomes enraged. He beat me black and blue.
I’m done for it.
Father locks me out of the home. Mother herself isn’t
allowed to come inside. He accuses my mum of
bringing a b-----d to his home and calling her a child.
That is me daddy is calling a b-----d.
That day we have to pull over in Mrs. Oyin’s house. The
woman becomes disappointed in me.
“Rose, how many times have I warned you to always
behave gentle? You are mature for christ sake! Take a
look at your bre*ast, Rose. You are a big girl.”
I couldn’t say anything. I just keep weeping. I know my
mother doesn’t deserve to be locked outside her
matrimonial home. I feel very guilty.
“Rose, why did you want to kill your brother? He is your
brother, no matter what? And you raised a knife to his
neck to cut off his neck? Rose, Haba!” Mrs Oyin speaks
on. I have no strength to raise a finger, let alone my
two hands to speak. I am not in the mood to say a
word.
“Do you remember what happened to Cain when he
killed Abel his brother in the bible? Rose, don’t you ever
be pushed by anger to do evil in life, because the result
of such doing will remain a stigma forever in your
life…”
That is all my eyes could grab and send to my brain for
interpretation: don’t you ever be pushed by anger to do
evil in life, because the result of such doing will remain
a stigma forever in your life.
I resolve to be calm, no matter the situation. I didn’t
gesture it out for them to see, but in my mind I have
made the decision not to bother myself over offenders.
I will never raise my little fingers, let alone my hands,
to fight back anymore. I will be calm like a peaceful
river.
“Mrs John, we shall return to beg her father to take you
back very early tomorrow morning,” says my
classteacher.
“Thanks so much Mrs Oyin. We are grateful,” my
mother says. I wonder why she doesn’t blame me for
whatever happens. Is she a caring mother or she is just
in the process of spoiling me?
Daddy didn’t pay attention to us for one week. Mrs. Oyin
accommodates us throughout those times. Every
evening we will go to our house to beg him, but he is
adamant.
However, he allowed me to enter the house and pick
all my clothes, including my school uniform. Bode sticks
out his tongue at me, mocking me.
We left the house again on the seventh day, but only
Mrs Oyin returned to speak to him. He agrees to take us
in.
— — — — — — —
Bode didn’t stop to offend me. But I did all I can do to
avoid having trouble with him. At an instance, Bode
slaps me. It is a big shock for me. Nobody has ever
slapped me and go scot free before. Even Bose, the big
girl everybody fears in school, is not up to my standard.
I can remember the day I beat her and poured sand in
her mouth.
Bode is four years younger than me, yet he will not
respect his senior. He is becoming very pompous,
maybe because Daddy is overprotecting him.
Bode is too dull for my liking. His exercise books are
painted all over with zeros. Maybe he is having that
dullness in common with his mother, because as for
me, I am not dull in school, meaning that my parents
are not dull too. But if it works that way, why then am I
deaf and dumb when both of my parents are normal?
That is a question for my science teacher.
It has been better if Bode’s pomposity is all the pain my
mother has to cope with. Toyosi his mother always
come to check on him every weekend. Bode will tell
lies to her about me and the woman will begin to blab
and threaten me. She says that if anything bad happens
to her son, then I should count myself dead.
It’s like daddy still likes Toyosi a lot. Anytime she
comes around, daddy will take her to his room and lock
the door. Then they will send my mummy out of the
room. They must have been having extramarital affair.
One day I ask my mummy to divorce daddy, but she
refused.
“Rose, I can’t do that,” she says. “God doesn’t like
divorce.”
“If God doesn’t like divorce then why can’t he also
prevent things that can lead to divorce?” I grumble
over my nose.
“Don’t say so, Rose!” mummy shuns me. My eyes are
wet already. I am going to shed tears. She comes
around me and put her arms around my neck. Her long
hair falls on my nape. She doesn’t like seeing me in
tears. “Rose, in the end we shall overcome,” she says
eventually.
I advise my mummy to trace Toyosi to her husband’s
house and reveal the secret once and for all, but she
waves away the idea. Instead, she picks up that boring
song again ‘We Shall Overcome’.
My Common Entrance Examination will soon be here,
but daddy refuses to get past questions and answers
series for me. Mummy tries her best and gets them for
me.
My school is Ejigbo Standard School. It is both for the
normal people and the special ones. Since the day I
make that resolution that I will be calm, I haven’t
fought anybody. I didn’t even talk to anyone let alone
quarrelling with them and this again becomes my
classteacher’s headache. She will call me into her
office and ask me why my name doesn’t make the
name of noisemaker list anymore.
“But you have told me to cease from making noise
many times, and now I’m doing that, what again?” I say.
Mrs Oyin keeps quiet. She doesn’t know what to say
any more.
… … … … … … …
One day, I iron my white cloth as I get prepared for
school. That particular morning, I wake up happy. I don’t
know why. Mother notices it before she leaves for
work. Now I go to school myself because I am twelve.
I am the one to take Bode to school as usual. His own
school is just a stone throw from our house, but I have
been mandated to take him there before going to my
own school.
Bode has been yawning since the time mummy wakes
him up to take his bath. The last time I check on him, he
just got into the bathroom. I didn’t want to be late
because I am the Time Keeper of my school.
Sometimes whenever I ring the bell it looks funny to
me because I can’t hear the sound of what I am ringing.
But I have come to learn something: the blind cannot
become a time keeper because they don’t have eyes to
check the time. Yet, they are always the first set of
people to come out of their classes at the sound of the
bell, touching the walls for guidance and support. It’s
like the walls themselves are useful. Nothing in the
world is a waste Mrs Oyin will tell us many times, just
to make us know that WE ARE ABLE.
As a Time Keeper, I am supposed to be in school early,
but this morning I haven’t seen the possiblity; not when
Bode hasn’t taken his bath not to talk of eating his food,
yet it is 7:24am already. It is obvious I will be late to
school this time around. I can’t really remember the last
time I go late to school.
I leave my cloth to check on Bode if he has finished
taken his bath, to my surprise he is not in the bathroom.
I check the toilet to see if he is there. No, he is not
there. I resign and return to the table where I am
ironing my cloth, to my surprise, the cloth has been
soaked up with red oil.
I raise the cloth up. Tears flow down my cheek when I
see that my cloth has been burnt up with iron. I did put
off the pressing iron when I went to look for Bode, so
how come my cloth is now burnt up?
Bode crawls out from under the table, laughing. He
gives me a note and runs away. I read it:
I don’t want to go to school today
I become mad. Is it because he didn’t want me to take
him to school that he has to burn and stain my cloth? I
am enraged within me. I sit quietly and fold my hands.
Bode comes and sticks his tongue at me as usual. He is
taking my silence for cowardice. He should have gone
to my school a year ago to ask them my name: Rose
The Tiger. Even Bose the Big Boss cannot face me let
alone this small Bode.
Bode spreads his ten fingers at me. I hardly joke with
my mother. How can he be cursing my mother? Okay,
what has my mummy got to do in this matter? The tiger
in me begins to form when I see those dirty fingers.
His cup is full. It is time to teach him a lesson.
No, I think. I have resolved in my mind that I will be
gentle a year back and I have endured for that long, so
let me not fight back.
Bode seems to be in the mood today. He wants to get
me angry by all means. He comes behind me and taps
my nape. Kpash! It sounds like thunderbolt. I become
mad at him.
I raise Bode high up by the neck. The rest is a story. He
falls down. Dead? Still alive? I can’t tell.
“Ah!” my brain speaks. “I have killed somebody.”
My class teacher rushes in. It is 9am already. She was
very shocked when she saw Bode lying on the floor.
“What happened, Rose?” she asks me.
“I–I have k–killed him,” I tell her.
“How? What did you do to him?”
“I held his neck tight,” I say.
I explain the whole thing to my teacher. She carried him
to the hospital immediately. I followed her there,
shaking like a leaf.
This Bode must be an ‘ogbanje’, I think. How can he die
because of that little squeezing of his neck? Have I not
done something similar to Bose a female counterpart
for that matter and she didn’t die?
I sit at the waiting room expecting to hear the doctor’s
verdict. If Bode is dead, then I’d rather die too, else my
daddy will kill me by himself. I have seen it in films
how people kill themselves. They call it suicide. Maybe
that is what I will also do, I ponder. God will
understand.
My teacher tells me that Bode has regained
consciousness. He has been diagnosed for asthma.
“Asthma?” I say. I become scared. “Did I cause it?”
“No you didn’t Rose,” she says. “You only triggered it
when you choked him; it is good this happened, else
the boy would keep living with it without knowing.”
I look at my teacher’s face on and on. How did she
know that something was happening in my home for
her to have rushed down there at the nick of time?
Maybe it’s because I didn’t ring the bell in school when I
should. I ask her, “Ma, why did you rush down to my
home like that?”
She smile and says, “God told me to do so. Actually, I
couldn’t rest in my spirit when I didn’t see you in school
on time, so I decided to check on you.”
“I thought as much,” I reply.
Daddy comes around after work. My teacher must have
explained what happened to him. The look on his face is
as if he should tear me apart for almost killing his son. I
fear what Toyosi will do if she learns about it.
My mother also calls at the hospital. This time, she
speaks harshly to me.
“Rose, do you want to kill somebody?”
“I am sorry mother,” I plead.
“Shut up!” she signalled harshly to me. I weep. This
time around she didn’t console me and I understand
why; I am a threat to her matrimonial home, I think.
When mummy and I returned home after Bode was
discharged, we met our loads outside the house. Daddy
is kicking us out again.
We have to put up in my aunty’s place for weeks.
Toyosi even came to the place to insult us. She hit my
mother on the face with the pointed part of her stiletto.
“You want to kill my child for me? I swear, what I will
do for you, you shall both regret it. I will blow whistle
with your nostrils, you wicked nuisance. Ah! In my life
shall I live to enjoy the fruit of my womb but I swear
that deaf mute idol you are calling your daughter will
die soon, as glory be to God! Call me b-----d if it
doesn’t happen!”
My aunty was angry. She rushes to confront her, but my
weeping mother didn’t allow her do that. The sight is
unbearable to me. I run down the staircase and roll
over accidentally.
The woman stands over me and claps her hands over
my head:
“Good! This is just the beginning for you. Call me
b-----d if I, Toyosi the daughter of Balogun, don’t ruin
your family!”
I didn’t have much injury when I fell. I get up and my
aunt comes around me to pick me up. She so much
loves me such that she has mastered the sign language
too. She is even the one who tells me everything
Bode’s mother was yelling about.
“Rose, just be who you are. Don’t fear, she can’t do
anything to hurt you,” my aunty assures me afterwards.
Mummy says it is time to divorce my daddy as I have
advised her earlier. It seems okay by me, at least it will
help me to steer clear of trouble every now and then.
Rachael my aunty is a widow. Her children are in
boarding school. She is a civil servant. She is a very
hardworking and religious type. She seems very godly
and I appreciate her lifestyle. I feel at home in her
house more than in my father’s house.
Racheal is about five feet seven inches tall. Her natural
hair is what she has on her head but it looks very long
such that it makes me doubt that it is natural. My
mother’s natural hair hasn’t been as long as half of hers.
They cut often.
Rachael is only two years younger than my mother, yet
she is already a widow. Her husband died in a plane
crash some years back. They are wealthy. She is lucky
however that her husband is distant from family
members while he was alive, else they would have
sent her packing.
Rachael doesn’t play with church issue. She will never
skip church activities for anything. Her faith seems to
be very strong. She believes in moving mountain with
prayers. She loves to fill my head up with challenging
testimonies from the Bible. I wonder why I haven’t
witnessed any such testimony in our real life today.
“It’s faith,” she says. “People in our contemporary
world don’t have faith anymore. They are more hasty
than God.”
In one way or the other, I used to believe in God
anytime I am with her. The love and care she shows,
the warm accommodation–even the devil himself will
tend to repent of his sins after spending a week or two
with her, I think.
My aunty suddenly comes up with an idea. She says that
she has a very strong faith that my deafness and
dumbness will end before the end of that month June. I
doubt it.
“Rose, my faith is lifted,” she says. “Only believe, you
will speak and hear this month,” she assures me. As
usual, she will always have testimonies to back up her
claims. She is better off being a motivational speaker. I
wonder what she is doing in the civil service.
Rachael tells us that there is a Crusade coming up and
their general pastor will be coming all the way from
Abuja their headquarters.
“Rachael, the lame have walked, the blind have seen,
the sick have been healed. I am strongly sure this is
your time, Rose. The pastor doesn’t need to lay hands
on you before you receive your healing.”
“Are you sure aunty?” I ask in doubt.
“Yes! Will I ever lie to you?” she reassures me. I take
her by her word.
It is a holiday period for me already because I have
finished my common entrance examination without my
daddy’s support. She(Rachael) is even the one who
takes up all the responsibilities then.
The crusade will be a five-day crusade. An open air
crusade it is called. No canopy at all–we have to chase
rain away with our prayers. The first night it rained
heavily. We become wet from head to toes.
My aunty calls it showers of blessing.
“When Elijah was about to do exploit, it began with
showers of rain. Rose, this is the assurance that you
will get your divine touch,” she says. I believe her.
The second, third and fourth days passed without any
thing. I begin to doubt what aunty says. However,
people come out each day to share their testimonies.
Two blind people also came out to say that they were
blind but now they see. Even a deaf boy shares his
testimony.
Before the dawn of the fifth day, my aunty prays for me
personally. She cast out the spirit of deafness and
dumbness but nothing happens. That spirit inside my
mouth and ears must be too stubborn for remaining
there, going by how my aunty was shouting vigorously
(I know she was shouting going by the look of her face
as she opened her mouth).
On the fifth day, the embarrassment becomes so
pronounced, not only on me but on my aunty too when
nothing happens to me. She weeps bitterly.
“Why? God why?” she weeps.
“God hates me,” I say.
“Don’t say so!”
“Or there is no God!”
“Hey! Rose, don’t go there!” my mother reprimands me
at once.
That night, I slept and had a nightmare…
My Nightmare
In my dream, I saw a woman sitting beside a native
doctor. They were speaking, but I didn’t hear what they
were saying since I was deaf and dumb. They were
looking inside a small calabash filled with water. I saw
my image in that calabash. They bent over the calabash
and going by the look of their mouths, they were
shouting something. They kept shouting and shouting
inside the water, but nothing happened.
I wake from sleep. I tremble. I tell my mummy and my
aunty what I see.
“Praise the Lord, Rose!” my aunty shouts. “That woman
you see in your dream is your enemy. She has taken
your name to the herbalist and they are calling your
name to death. But since you can’t hear them, you didn’t
respond. If you have responded, Rose, that is the end.”
“Ah!” my mummy shouts.
Now I thank my star that I haven’t received the miracle
of speaking and hearing. If I have, then I would have
heard and replied the wicked people calling my name
and then I would have died.
“Thank you Jesus,” I say
 “Darn it!” Jeremy raked a hand through his hair.
He just watched the pretty witch glare at him with killing eyes and took off into her car. How the hell was he supposed to know what to do? Her kind of women- he didn’t know how to handle, but he had kissed her. He shook his head.
He had just entered into a battle with the all cheeky Purity Theodore. How on earth was he gonna face her? How would he tell his father the date went? And the poor man was sick. S--t! He wasn’t gonna go home straight. He was going to drive around town to clear his head, then proceed to the hospital see how his father was doing.
Heaving a sigh, he climbed into his Volvo XC90. He put the key in the ignition hole and the engine flared to life. Silently, he cruise out of the premises of ‘Golden’. His cell buzzed in his pocket. He dug it out. Tricia was calling.
“Hey, babe.” he forced a smile as she answered.
“Jeremy darling, where are you?”
“What do you need my presence for?” he queried sarcastically.
He could hear her growl. He knew she was making a face. Probably sticking her tongue out. He laughed at the thought of that.
“What is funny?”
Her hands should be on her hips now. He cleared his throat. One hand on the wheel, the other on his left ear. “I asked a question.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I am just missing you. I want you here.”
Jeremy scowled. He knew this was definitely going to happen. She’d come begging. Every woman who’d pissed him off was surely gonna do that. Was Purity too?
“I’m busy.” he replied flatly.
“Baby, please don’t be so hard on me.” Tricia pleaded.
“You broke up with me. We’re over.”
“Have you been listening to me? I said I want you back!”
“I’m not a child you can order around.” Smiling ruefully, it was time to spill the bean. “I have a fiancee. I’m engaged.”
He heard her gasping. Her mouth dropped. He smiled pleasingly, then disconnected the call.
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“Father, how are you feeling now?” Jeremy touched Edwin Broderick’s fore head. He was burning up. Worry inched on his face. After he had plainly told Tricia the news of his engagement, he parked his vehicle. Took a stroll thinking about so many things. Tricia continued dialling his number, he had ignored her calls. Tricia Cayson, now his ex had been a great company and friend. They’d known each other for close to three years- been confidants and helpers. Tricia fell in love with him and had been making passes at him. Jeremy noticed and asked her out hoping to lovê and settle down with her.
As their relationship progressed, Jeremy got to know so much about her which he found irritating. She had the habit of complaining about almost everything he did, comparing him to her exes and ordering him. Jeremy despised such women. He’d ended their relationship so many times. But Tricia would always come back begging- to relive himself of her constant pleading, he’d say yes, kiss her and they’ll be back again. When he had the opportunity to travel out of town, different women spent the night in his bed. The way, he could forget about Tricia and her constant naggings.
Delighted he was when Tricia called it quits with him after she’d heard he was unfaithful. He rejoiced happily and wasn’t gonna continue dating that nagging batch. With Purity now in the picture, he’d clean up his old acts, have a responsible relationship and get married. What? Did he think of marriage to Purity? He never saw that coming. Phew!
Edwin Broderick smiled weakly. He was on drip. He reached for his son’s hands.
“Don’t worry about me, dear son. How was your date? Purity, I guess she looked so pretty.”
Jeremy raked his other hand through his hair. Seeing the sorry state his father was in, Jeremy couldn’t dare let him know that the date ended in disaster. It never even began, there was never a date between them. How was he even sure that woman was Purity? Her evil smile and tongue lashing words told him so. He beamed at Edwin.
“Um…it was quite a success.” Remembering that breathtaking kiss, he beamed even more. “At least, I enjoyed that.”
Struggling to sit up, Edwin questioned, “What?” his eyes twinkled with delight. He suddenly looked like a two year old. “Tell me son, what did you enjoy?” his grip tightened.
Aww. Jeremy was touched. This Purity got his father all excited and full of strength. What she had that made his father this way, he didn’t know. He was glad he was no more sad. If getting married to Purity would heal his father, then marry her, he would.
Jeremy grinned. “Ah, dad. Its a secret.”
Edwin shot up a brow. “Is it what I’m thinking?”
Jeremy flushed. “I don’t know what you’re thinking.” He released his hand from his father’s and looked away. He felt like a boy in his teens.
Edwin laughed. He choked a little. “I am feeling much better,” he expertly changed the topic, answering his son’s earlier question.
Glad that his father did, Jeremy turned to face him. “I’m happy about that. What did the doctor say is wrong with you?”
“Nothing yet.”
“I’ll see him later. Papa, have you eaten? I brought food.”
“My ever caring son. I have, but will eat what you brought for me.”
“Great!” Jeremy rushed to the chair where he’d dropped te lemon cake he’d bought on his way. “Here, father.”
He laid them on the bed. Helped his father to sit up straight.
“Yummy. This is delicious.” Edwin commended Jeremy.
“Here’s a cup of coffee too.”
“Thanks son. Here, come eat with me.” Edwin offered.
Knowing his father wouldn’t take no for an answer, Jeremy joined him on the bed and started eating.
“I’m a dying old man.”
Jeremy’s throat dried, he coughed. “What do you mean by that?”
“Marry Purity and I’ll live.”
“Let me in!” Jeremy found himself arguing with purity secretary on Monday morning. The woman wouldn’t let him see purity. How did he even get himself into this? It was Edwin Broderick – his father. The man had always dreamed of having a daughter in-law and now he chose Purity. If not for her, he’d die. Jeremy could not afford to lose his father. The mother had died of b----t cancer four years ago. He had managed to scale through the pains it caused him and now his father? No, at least not yet. He must give the man grand children. Purity must marry him- he hates her, but must love her for his father.
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“NO! I can’t do that.” Heather protested.
Jeremy raked his hair with his left hand. “How could you not? Call her, let her know she has a visitor.”
Heather shook her head stubbornly. “You want to make me lose my job? I’ve called her and she says no. She doesn’t want to see anybody.” she stressed that last word.
“You didn’t tell her my name.” Jeremy was aware that he was the last person Purity would want to see. But if she heard his name, she might bounce out of her office to scold him. He had to risk that. “Tell her its Jeremy Broderick. I’m her fiance for goodness sake!”
“Fiance?” Heather stared at him, eyes with shock. “My boss has a fiance?” she ruffled her hair and laughed. “Are you sure you’re in the right room?”
Jeremy glowered at the secretary. “Do what I asked!” he commanded in a hostile voice.
Heather quickly dialed Purity’s office line again with shaky hands. She couldn’t look Jeremy in the eye, he frightened her.
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Purity could hear the ugly conversation going on between her secretary- Heather and Jeremy. She was stunned when she first heard his voice. How could he show up here after what he’d done last night? She hadn’t forgiven him and had not mapped out what to do to him. And he show his sorry face at her company.
She had directed Heather not to let him in. She wasn’t going to see him. She’d frustrate him, deal with him. Let him know that no one takes advantage of her. When he was done making noise and disturbing, he’d quietly leave. She needed to think.
She smiled to herself with contentment.
Now, she had to think, think about how to handle this Jeremy and then her father. She sighed and rested on her swivel chair. She picked up a pen and notepad. She began writing down things. The inter com began ringing. She answered excitedly; hoping to get news that Jeremy Broderick was gone.
“Has he left?”
“No, ma’am.” Heather grudgingly replied. “Um..ma’am… He says he is Jeremy Broderick.”
She violently struck the pen on her desk. It broke.
“I know that! Tell him to get out!”
“Ma’am, not only that.” Heather’s voice was shaking.
Purity was shocked. What else? Last night, he had introduced himself as her fiance. Has he done the same again? S--t! Heather was known for her big mouth. The whole staff would have heard the latest by the next day. Jeremy! She hoped not.
“What else?” she asked, losing her patience.
“He says he’s your fiance.”
S--t! Purity slammed down the receiver. God! She got off her seat to the window. She stared down the busy streets of New York hoping that she’d be able to calm her nerves cause she wanted nothing than murder Jeremy Broderick. She folded her arms, trying to steady her breathing.
While looking down, she heard noises directly at the front of her door. She turned her head to the direction of the door and listened. The sound was becoming clearer and clearer. Sounds of shoes scrapping the floor.
Sounds like two people struggling. Oh, my goodness! I’d forgotten to lock the door.
Purity hurried to the door. As she got there, it swung open. Her eyes popped out. She could see Heather fiercely fighting with Jeremy, trying to prevent him from pulling down the door. He won- the man.
As they saw her, the struggle died down. They stood apart, conscious that someone else was watching them.
“I’m sorry. I tried to stop him, he didn’t listen.” Heather pointed an accusing finger at Jeremy. “He’s just too strong and so stubborn.” she wanted to cry. She feared she’d lose her job.
Purity scanned Jeremy. She noticed how handsome he looked as his hair was out of place. His suit, light blue shirt and black tie slightly rough. All that made him charming. Charming? That was supposed to be despicable. How…? She quickly composed herself.
To Heather, she said, “Its alright. I can handle this.” She glanced at her. Reading her eyes, she knew Heather was waiting for an answer regarding her job. She smirked. “Heather dear, you’ve still got your job as long as you don’t open your big mouth to tell any one what you heard this lunatic say about us.”
Heather felt slightly relieved. She was certain her smile didn’t come from her heart. “I promise.”
“You can leave now. Shut the door as you go. In fact, you have the day off.” Purity couldn’t risk Heather listening to the upcoming conversation she was going to have with Jeremy. Fiance indeed. “Don’t forget to shut your mouth.”
Heather nodded. She walked out and shut the door. Purity ran to lock it quickly. She turned to Jeremy and eyed him intently.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“Purity, calm down. I need to talk to you.”
She laughed sardonically. She met his eyes. “I don’t even know you.”
He paced around for few seconds looking confused. “Gosh! I’m Jeremy Broderick. Your-”
“Would you stop that? I am not going to marry you. Where did you even get the guts from to introduce yourself as my husband-to-be?” she furiously questioned.
“Yeah. You are right. I’m not supposed to say that but that’s what’s bringing us together.”
She marched to her desk and sat on it. He followed her but kept standing.
“I don’t understand.”
“My father talked to me about marrying you.”
“And you agreed.” she rolled her eyes.
He took his hands in his pockets. “For a reason.”
She scoffed. “No one does anything without a reason.” She smiled mockingly.
He drew closer to her. “Don’t you want to know that reason?” He could perceive her feminine scent.
She shook her head i oppose- left and right. “I don’t want to know. Simple.”
“Miss. You have to know it this time.”
What is wrong with this guy? How many times do I have to tell him ‘no’? Purity was in no mood for such argument. She decided to shut up her mouth and just nod sideways.
“I’m d--n serious!”Jeremy was beginning to get impatient.
I am too, she wanted to say but she just shook her head left and right.
This was it! He couldn’t take it any longer. “Will you stop being a b---h! Stop acting like you’re miss world or the queen of everyone. Act like a human for once and listen to me!”
A b---h? Miss world? Queen of everyone? Act like a human? Jeremy’s words registered on her head gradually. Of course she was miss world and a princess- soon to be a queen. If she wasn’t acting like a human, then how was she acting? Like an insane one or animalistically? Then this idiot called her a b---h! Who dares call her names? No one. Except her dad- he was an exception cause he was her dad. D--n! Jeremy was crossing his limits. From crushing her cell, to unexpectedly kissing her-no, she hadn’t forgotten it-to carrying her, introducing himself as her God d--n fiance, to calling her names! For God’s sake she was tired of this nonsense and she’d bruised her lip cause of him. She was still trying to get over it.
“Excuse me? Did you just call me a b---h?” She jumped down from her desk.
Jeremy moved backwards.
“Listen to me-”
“I’m not going to listen to you unless you listen to me.”
“Oh, shut up! I am not going to listen to the rubbish you want to tell me. Its about the all-mighty reason why you want me to marry you.” She raised her hands in disgust. Then dropped them.
You’re an imbecile to think I’d agree. As a pretty princess that I am, you are not up to my level and not even my class. I wouldn’t stoop so low to get married to you! You disgust me! I hate you! You did so many unreasonable things to me last night. You’re the devil! An incarnate! Get the hell out of my office! Tell your father that I kicked you out. I don’t want to marry you. I, Purity Theodore said so.”
She was breathing heavily by the time she was done. Perspiration formed on her fore head. She had looked Jeremy in the eye, she saw flashes of anger in them. He stared murderously at her. Her hear skipped a beat. Oops! She had gone too far. No, no she hadn’t. Its him who crossed the boundaries. She wasn’t scared. She took a deep breath.
Jeremy moved towards her. When he got to where her two legs were planted on the floor, he didn’t stop.
Purity was about to fall. She didn’t know what had gotten into him. Why wouldn’t he stop walking. And the way he looked at her, very dangerous, deadly. God! had she said too much? Should she apologise? A million thoughts ran on her mind. She was alone with this man. Heather must have left. She had never been a alone with a man before, what was going to happen? Was he going to hurt her? Shouting for help was the last thing on her mind. She wasn’t going to appear so vulnerable to the people who worked under her. She’d deal with this devil on her own. But how?
In the twinkle of an eye, Purity moved back. She continued till she was trapped between her desk and Jeremy. She sniffed his cologne and was starting to feel dizzy. This man had lots of effects on her. Gazing at his lips, she wanted to taste them again. Purity!
“W-What is wrong with you?” she asked in a hoarse voice.
He smiled evily. The last thing on his mind was to battle words with this pretty witch. He had a more better way to deal with her. He drew his head towards hers. Their faces were inches apart. He could hear the thumping of her heart.
“What do you think?” he drawled.
Purity didn’t want to think. She had lots of things on her mind. She prayed she was wrong. She just had no strength to fight this man. He made her feel weak.
“You want to kiss me like you did last night? Please don’t.” She wasn’t sure if she just did that? Purity was pleading?
He grinned. “Like you didn’t enjoy it. Oh, my. Purity, please stop acting all innocent like you are pure- just as your name says, Purity. I know you are not.”
Of course, I’m pure! That’s why I was given that name. I am pure! She tried defending herself, he didn’t give her the chance.
“Uh-uh. Its my turn to speak. Please listen.” He drew closer to her.
Purity placed her hands on his chest and pushed him. “Go back. Give me a breathing space. You are too close.”
He obeyed. “You must listen to me.”
“I promise.”
The tension between them was reduced a bit. Jeremy also felt relieved. Being so close, he had withheld himself from tearing her clothes and taking her. She made him go crazy with desire. What other woman had gotten him this way? Her lethal mouth and eyes set him ablaze. He enjoyed watching her.
“Sit.”
“Nope. I’ll stand.”
“Let me get straight to the point. I really don’t want a wedding with you.”
That hurt. Why would that hurt her? She didn’t want to wed him either. But it hurt. The reason, she didn’t know.
She forced a smile. “That’s a relief. So, why are you here?” she s----d in a breath.
“My father reminded me of you. Two days ago, he brought up this idea that I marry you. I felt he was joking, but he meant it. You know I was late for our first date. It was because my father had a heart attack the very minute I was about to escape from the house. He pleaded with me to meet with you. I did so. Last night, after you left me, I went to the hospital to see my father, he wants the marriage. If it doesn’t happen, he’ll die. Please help me.”
She stood akimbo. “Wait. I don’t get it. Your father is sick? And his getting better depends on us getting married?”
Things really have happened to me. Things beyond ordinary. Things so deadly to imagine. Things so cold and horrible.
My name is Jude. This is my story. Or should i call it a confessional story.
MARCH, 2009
7:49pm
I brushed my teeth for the third time, ran out of the bathroom and grabbed my phone. Slowly i scrolled down to a name saved with “NMEKA 2go” and dialled the number with a happy smile on my face.
Nmeka was my 2go girlfriend. The first real friend i was making from 2go after months of endless chatting. She was paying me a visit that very day, something like a return visit because we first met two weeks ago at her school where we met each other for the first time. Of course the visit i paid her solidified our friendship thus making her take the risk of visiting me for a lovely weekend.
“hello Jude, the bus has dropped me at the park. You can now come and get me” Nmeka’s sweet voice announced as she answered my call. I jumped up with joy before rushing out to pick her up.
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It wasn’t had locating her at the busy bus station. We hugged each other with joy, seriously the love was there.
“i’m so happy” i whispered to her. She blinked her eyes, saying nothing.
Minutes later we arrived at my lodge which impressed her a lot.
“hmmm your lodge is beautiful. It’s so big ooo. Hmmm you go fear three storey building. How much do you pay here?” she asked with admiration.
We had a wonderful night gisting, joking and playing before finally wrapping up the whole fun with a hot super se.x. She really was so good and sweet. Oh what a delicious girl she was.
“i hope you arn’t decieving me?” she asked with love in her eyes.
“of course not my dear” i answered innocently. She smiled and closed her eyes. We went straight to sleep moments after, Unfortunately i never knew a nightmare was coming.
I woke up at exactly 3:15am the next morning, to see my lovely visitor gasping for breathe.
Before i could understand what was happening, she collasped on the bed. I fearfully stared at my unconscious visitor. Confused, nauesous and lost.

“please don’t do this to me” i pleaded seriously. Tears fell from my eyes, my heart pounded furiously.
The poor girl breathed her last, a very heavy breathe it was before keeping still, leaving me all alone to my fate. All alone and hopeless.
I was left with the choice to tell the truth. A freaking truth which no one would buy.
“no no no” i cried with panick, jumped out of the bed and wore my trouser. My mind was set on going out to seek help. To scream, to cry out loud.
“Perhaps my neighbours could be of assistance” I reasoned with a cold shiver. But on second thought i played down my fears and decided not to seek external help. She wasn’t breathing, she already was freaking gone. I felt her pulse over and over again.
Desperately, i tried breathing into her mouth. I pressed on her chest a hundred times over, but nothing worked. I fell back with fear, while the consequencies of my predicament ran through my head. I was in deep s.hit.
I needed no one to tell me that I only had a little time to think out a good explanation or plan. Time was running out fast. Dawn was quickly approaching.
“d.amn” i exclaimed as my head played back our last moment together. I really was ruined, definitely f----d.
“D--n 2go” i hissed, wondering what must have happened to her.
“perhaps she’s asthmatic or something. Perhaps i woke up too late to save her. Jeez” i cursed, reached for her handbag and searched it for drugs or something similar but found nothing.
Slowly my clock struck 4:10am, i had little time left.
“I have to act fast. I have to move her body” i reasoned with a fearful courage.
“Where will i dump her?, how do i cover my tracks?, did anyone see us together the previous evening?” i wondered as i pulled her down from my bed.
I quickly pulled off her night wear and dressed her up with the clothes she wore from her place. A black jean trouser and a pink top. It truly was the most difficult and irritating task i have ever done in my life.
“what next?” i asked myself as i looked out of my room window. The hostel{lodge} gate was still locked. There wasn’t anyway i could carry her out of the lodge without waking the gateman or seen by early morning weed smokers, {Annoying students who were fond of smoking hemp in front of some hostels]. Moreover the hostel lights were equally on and glaring.
I rubbed my face in desperation. I was living at the top-most floor and so had little or nothing to hope on. It was a do or die affair.
I left my room and took a quiet tour round the lodge. Fortunately no one was outside, which really was a very big relief. I went round the lodge searching for a quiet hidden place i could dump Nmeka’s body. Of course i wasn’t thinking of dumping her outside the lodge because their wasn’t a way i could do it without being seen. I couldn’t ask the gateman to open the gate without arousing suspicion nor scale the fence with such a heavy load. I had to look for a spot within the lodge to dump the body.
Finally an idea quickly struck me. The was a staircase at the extreme end of wing c which was hardly used because the three stairs at the front and middle back of the big hostel was the most preferred by everyone. The staircase was exactly the kind of place i was badly searching for. There wasn’t any bulb underneath it like the other staircases {the bulbs were probably stolen} and so had poor visibilty even in the afternoon. My only fear was that the cleaners who swept the lodge every morning might discover her on time. Perhaps before i could be able to dispose her handbag and other belongings which i intend disposing at a place very far from the lodge later in the morning.
Seriously i never imagined my heart could be as dark as it was that fateful morning, but it got me to realise that the heart of man is very dangerous especially when faced with an unimaginable circumstance.
I quickly inspected the staircase, rushed to my room and carried the poor girl’s body. Discreetly i headed back to the staircase, my heart almost at breaking point.
I quietly carried her to the staircase, my heart beating wildly as i carried the heavy load.
I needed a whole lot of luck to avoid detection. Only a single mistake could destroy everything i had planned.
Luckily i got to my destination without being seen. I calmly dumped and pushed her well underneath the staircase {of the first floor}.
“if things go as planned perhaps it will take a day or two before she’s discovered” i reasoned before another idea came into my head.
I rushed up to my room, grabbed a bucket of water, came down and poured it all over her. I wasn’t a biologist but i felt it could destroy any evidence like my prints which were on her body. Yea it might sound silly but i felt a bit relieved after doing it even though the water quickly spilled out towards the exit door but it wasn’t enough to draw attention.
I grabbed the empty bucket and returned to my room. I knew nobody would investigate a spilled water in a lodge filled with students. Unless of course the cleaners.
As I got to my room, i quickly cleaned up everywhere, packing up all of Nmeka’s things in a big black sack bag including her phone which was the first in the list, but before doing it i first logged into her 2go account{luckily the appilication opened without asking for a password} and deleted everything about me, including my phone numbers and text messages we shared. I knew the police had the means to get me if they were serious but i did everything just as a precaution. I equally washed the bathroom, and changed my bedsheet, made sure everything was in order before sitting down to rest.
I was so terrified and nervous. I needed all the goodluck in the world. I was scared of being caught. My future just stood before me, glaring at my face. I knew i did the worst atrocity by trying to hide the poor girl, but i had no choice than to do it. I wasn’t ready to hang for something i had no hand in.
Nervously i waited for the hostel gate to be opened, the success of my plans depended on it. I had to dispose Nmeka’s things in a place very far away. Precisely in a river.
I cracked my head searching for a good river but couldn’t remember any. In desperation i thought of other alternatives.
“A good bush will do” i concluded as i remembered a very large bush, four hostels behind mine. The bush really was at the end of the street. A yet to be developed plot.
But i was very unsure of the best time to head to the place. I knew there wasn’t a way i could go there without being seen by many students and my movement might draw suspicion due to the sack bag in my possession and if eventually Nmeka’s body is found, tongues may talk and i could be caught. I reasoned.
“The only solution was to head out of the school environs with my load perhaps towards the small mechanic village which was fifty naira bus drop away from my lodge, find a good refuse dump site and dispose everything” .
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Luckily her body wasn’t discovered that morning and so by 7:45am, i smashed her phone sim and memory card wrapped the debris in a small nylon before flinging it with the phone back into the sack bag. Soon after i left the lodge with my load and headed towards mechanic village, nervous, shaken but determined.
It was very easy to find a burning refuse dump site when i got there. I quickly disposed everything and headed back to my lodge a bit relieved.
All that was left was to sit and wait for the poor girl to be discovered.
I kept to myself, acting cool and trying hard not to behave in a way that could draw suspicion. It wasn’t easy, i couldn’t eat, sleep nor do anything. I was conscious of everything, plus i began seeing things. Strange weird things.
Perhaps it was my imagination, perhaps it was guilt and fear but i truly wasn’t myself anymore. I didn’t kill the girl but i wronged her spirit. I felt she was everywhere i went, staring at me with her dark eyes.
Then she was discovered…………………… An early monday cry from one of the cleaners ripped the whole lodge apart.
The sharp cry shook the entire lodge, frightening me tremendously. My heart furiously pounded. The day of reckoning finally has arrived.

I waited for few minutes in my room as i tried so hard to compose myself. Just like other students, i had to check out the cause of the cry and noise coming from downstairs. I wished i had travelled, but truly it was very bright of me to stay put in the lodge instead of travelling, because i had to be around in order to follow events and plan ahead. Moreover the hostel was a large one but it never stopped students who lived in it from knowing each other’s habit and as i hardly travelled. Who knows i could be suspected.
Yes i was so scared that i felt every step i took could lead anyone to suspect me even though i was far from being one of the hostel terrors nor cultists who could easily be suspected as the hand behind such a deadly act.
I drank a glass of water before heading out of my room. I slowly headed downstairs, towards where i dumped Nmeka’s body days ago. You can’t imagine how nervous and scared i was as i slowly made my way to that place.
Hundreds of students were already at the staircase when i got there. Students from the neighbouring hostels alike. I greeted some of my neighbours who told me of the terrific dicovery. I pretended to be shocked and forced my way to the front of the crowd.
After a little struggle, i succeeded in getting close to Nmeka’s body which was already pulled out from the staircase. The poor girl was now lying just some steps away from where she was originally dumped, looking pale as ever. I drew a bit close as if i was very concerned.
“do you know her?” a girl quickly asked me. I turned to see almost everyone staring curiously at me. I swallowed hard with tension. My guilty conscience shook me like an earthquake.
“what?” i stammered.
“do you know her?” the hostel president asked, before the girl could repeat her question.
“hell no. That’s exactly what i came to check” i managed to reply, dashing all their hopes.
“nobody knows her. She has no I.d or anything” the girl who asked the first question explained, while i shrugged, saying nothing.
The relief i felt as i heard the girl’s explanation was quite enormous. I really had feared the question was asked with suspicion.
However i still feared the worst was yet to come. I knew there must surely be a scapegoat. A sacrificial lamb who will be blamed for such a horrible crime.
Who will it be??.
The school SUG president soon showed up with the school authorities and the police, quickly dispersing everyone.
“you can now go on with your various activities, we are here to take charge of the situation. Be rest assured that the person behind this outrageous crime will be caught. If you have any information to share please don’t hesitate to bring it to our knowledge. Mind how you talk to the press or better still leave us to do the talking. You are warned” the Dean of students addressed us before we were dispersed.
I returned to my room extremely scared and afraid. I couldn’t imagine what the outcome of their investigation will be.
I didn’t leave my room all through the rest of that day. I simply stayed indoors with my conscience punishing me. I was ready to do anything for my fears to go away.
Nmeka’s body was taken away later in the afternoon. I couldn’t help but peep through my window as an ambulance carried the poor thing away. Yes the time was precisely 3:15pm. I really couldn’t imagine what caused the delay in moving a body discovered very early in the morning.
However some minutes after her body was taken away. A strange kind of dizziness took over my entire body. It was as if my room was spinning round with me in the center. I lost balance and collasped on my bed, breathing heavily while sweat drenched my body.
I couldn’t believe nor understand what was happening. I never experienced such a thing before, but luckily i regained myself some minutes after.
I tried hard to think what could have happened, but just couldn’t figure out anything. Not only was my eyes now seeing things that never was, the rest of my body has equally joined in the game.
Could Nmeka’s spirit be behind this?” i wondered Miserably.
“but i didn’t kill nobody. It was just an accident. I did what i had to do to save face” i kind of spoke aloud before realising myself.
A sharp knock of my door, quickly notified me of a visitor waiting outside.
“was i heard?. Is it the police?” i nervously asked myself as i slugglishly went to my door.

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