God punish that genotype condition called AS!
When I was much younger, I had my life all planned out. Graduate, NYSC, master's, marriage all to be achieved by the age of 23. Funny enough, I graduated from the university at the age of 19, NYSC at 20, got a good job when I was almost 22 and I thought to myself, aha! Just masters and marriage remaining that's all. And that was when the real trouble komoko started.
My first real boyfriend, A, wanted us to get married sharp sharp because he felt when I go for NYSC, someone else would realise the precious jewel inside of me and take me away from him. Then we had our blood sample taken. Both of us were AS carriers. He was crushed but I didn't take it to heart so much because I felt, hey! am still young, others would come.
5 years down the line, more than *thousands* of asking of my hand in marriage by prospective suitors. I have seriously dated quite a number of them but the ones I have felt something for are just bladdy* carriers like moi.
This has in turn made me so scared. As a buruful nwada, I desire to get married and have children and also pursue my dreams. But uncle AS is standing in my way. The experience that pierced me so much recently was there was this cute guy I met at school (by the way, I just started my MBA programme. A classical case of Man proposes and God disposes). Tall, intelligent (I have a weakness for them brainy guys) and just the perfect combo in all I have desired of in a man. Then the dude proposed to me, I stalled a little bit hoping to get info on his status (genotype). And he made a passing remark about it one day and I felt my world crumble. Again? I asked my self. Which kain nsogbu be dis kwanu?
To cut a long story short, he literally cried, promised me a car, a foreign trip and all whatnot just to marry him but I blatantly refused. I don't have the strength to bring into this world a poor innocent child as a sickler who would suffer all her days.
Now Aunties and their tongues have started the incessant tongue wagging. 'Hee nne m, okwa you know a girl is like a flower and has to get married early....blahblahblah'. Our society and early marriage sef. They see it as a mark of good value training when a girl marries on time. But one thing is for sure, I can never settle for less just in the name of marriage. The thought cringes me. I have been a good girl all my life, am not promiscuous but yet the right man hasn't come yet. Abeg A A guys una don finish for market?
No need for long matter. Uncle AS, I have got better plans. I don't want to threaten you but if ,God forbid, by 30, all you succeed in doing is using that your village juju to send only young cute AS guys my way, I would just go and do in vitro fertilisation and have a set of twins. Damn the society. I can't loose at both ends.
Thursday, 2 October 2014
Friday, 19 September 2014
Wonders they say never end.
I was on my own o today, mmhmm, jejely minding my work (yours truly is a serious worker o). All of a sudden, the next thing I heard was a scream. 'He èeeeee haa a a! !!!! You people would kill me here o (she was speaking igbo). Pay me my money let me go! I have 50 million naira in my account. I am not here to play. Reverend sisters paid it into my account. Pay me, pay me ooo!!'
The hall became silent. Then the lament continued. I looked up to see where the noise came from. Ah ah, i thought to myself, i know this woman na. She is one of our tech customers na. She stood at an akimbo, with a dirty wrapper tied loosely around her chest looking dishevelled. All áttempts by the ever courteous staff of ....... (you want to know where I work abi? Continue waiting, o) to calm her down even made her more infuriated. It took the combined effort of mobile police men(who feed on akpu) to coerce her out of the hall.
And that was were it just began. 😕
She fought off everyone who tried to calm her down and threatened if she is not paid her 50 million naira, she would strip and when we taught she was stiĺl joking, vaaaàmmmn! !! She removed her clothes! Heeee! I found my square root immediately. Trust our naija peeps na.They were there till the whole show ended.
A sizeable number of Nigerians suffer from temporal madness. Agwu, as its popularly called in the Eastern part is a condition whereby a person displays occasionaly, an abnormal behaviour and once the phase has been concluded, regains his or her sanity back. My people say it can be attributed to excessive intake of drugs, biting weather, lack of food, having a bad chi (angel), the harsh conditions of life, excessive seizures as a young kid, etcetera.
As I lie on my bed and think about that woman, I wonder, if life had been a little merciful to her, what strides would she have undertaken in life? Does she have children? Can she be totally cured?
Please feel free to share similar experiences or more bizarre experiences, so that we can be well informed about this condition. And lest I forget, goggle out the term schizophrenia. That's its medical name.
I was on my own o today, mmhmm, jejely minding my work (yours truly is a serious worker o). All of a sudden, the next thing I heard was a scream. 'He èeeeee haa a a! !!!! You people would kill me here o (she was speaking igbo). Pay me my money let me go! I have 50 million naira in my account. I am not here to play. Reverend sisters paid it into my account. Pay me, pay me ooo!!'
The hall became silent. Then the lament continued. I looked up to see where the noise came from. Ah ah, i thought to myself, i know this woman na. She is one of our tech customers na. She stood at an akimbo, with a dirty wrapper tied loosely around her chest looking dishevelled. All áttempts by the ever courteous staff of ....... (you want to know where I work abi? Continue waiting, o) to calm her down even made her more infuriated. It took the combined effort of mobile police men(who feed on akpu) to coerce her out of the hall.
And that was were it just began. 😕
She fought off everyone who tried to calm her down and threatened if she is not paid her 50 million naira, she would strip and when we taught she was stiĺl joking, vaaaàmmmn! !! She removed her clothes! Heeee! I found my square root immediately. Trust our naija peeps na.They were there till the whole show ended.
A sizeable number of Nigerians suffer from temporal madness. Agwu, as its popularly called in the Eastern part is a condition whereby a person displays occasionaly, an abnormal behaviour and once the phase has been concluded, regains his or her sanity back. My people say it can be attributed to excessive intake of drugs, biting weather, lack of food, having a bad chi (angel), the harsh conditions of life, excessive seizures as a young kid, etcetera.
As I lie on my bed and think about that woman, I wonder, if life had been a little merciful to her, what strides would she have undertaken in life? Does she have children? Can she be totally cured?
Please feel free to share similar experiences or more bizarre experiences, so that we can be well informed about this condition. And lest I forget, goggle out the term schizophrenia. That's its medical name.
Wednesday, 17 September 2014
Ebola please leave us
Just came back from work. Tired, hungry and just tired! My day was very okay. I thank God for life. But am suspecting I have a case of the E word. Yes ,the Ebola word. Surprised I would say that? Please don't be. Last week I was feeling so nauseous like a preggy, had a headache worse than the hiroshima calamity and aunty pepe's voice was far better than mine.
I have always detested drugs and my close pals were just disturbing my peace with the all famous sentence (you should have taken drugs na maybe its malaria ). I just boned everybody. And after a lazy weekend spent in bed watching nollywood movies, drinking viju milk and reading for the 104th time Buchi Emecheta's novel -joys of motherhood, I felt a whole lot better.
Then the cycle started again today. My organisation recently deployed infrared body temperature gadgets to branches yesterday to aid in the detection of ebola carriers and guess who clamoured to have hers checked first....... yours faithfully☺ mine read 36.3. I was excited at first but my joy was cut short when most of my colleagues had lesser readings. I was one of those with the highest in the branch. My colleagues immediately labeled me a high risk ebola threat(jokingly).
But the whole scenario got me thinking. Try imagining the mental and physical trauma ebola victims and their families would be going through. For whoever may read this post, please pray for the souls lost, those still battling with the dreaded disease and the numerous families that have been affected.
Lest I forget, pray for me too....
I have always detested drugs and my close pals were just disturbing my peace with the all famous sentence (you should have taken drugs na maybe its malaria ). I just boned everybody. And after a lazy weekend spent in bed watching nollywood movies, drinking viju milk and reading for the 104th time Buchi Emecheta's novel -joys of motherhood, I felt a whole lot better.
Then the cycle started again today. My organisation recently deployed infrared body temperature gadgets to branches yesterday to aid in the detection of ebola carriers and guess who clamoured to have hers checked first....... yours faithfully☺ mine read 36.3. I was excited at first but my joy was cut short when most of my colleagues had lesser readings. I was one of those with the highest in the branch. My colleagues immediately labeled me a high risk ebola threat(jokingly).
But the whole scenario got me thinking. Try imagining the mental and physical trauma ebola victims and their families would be going through. For whoever may read this post, please pray for the souls lost, those still battling with the dreaded disease and the numerous families that have been affected.
Lest I forget, pray for me too....
Tuesday, 16 September 2014
And so agbaya like me decided to join the blogging community today. Ok oh. I don't even know what to be gisting sef . But God knows I don't have time for all those copy and paste work some people do.
It's 6 am in the morning. Still in bed. Work starts by 7 am. No Nepa. I don't have a car but I hope to enter okada that would take me to work on time. Am loving this town because they haven't banned okada yet. I had mixed feelings when I was posted from Lagos to this razz town but the okada part made me love it.
Still in bed. 6:24 am. Wasting precious time. Wishing myself a beautiful day at work and enough osheee! Wondering what osheee means? Check your waffie dictionary. Bye!!!
It's 6 am in the morning. Still in bed. Work starts by 7 am. No Nepa. I don't have a car but I hope to enter okada that would take me to work on time. Am loving this town because they haven't banned okada yet. I had mixed feelings when I was posted from Lagos to this razz town but the okada part made me love it.
Still in bed. 6:24 am. Wasting precious time. Wishing myself a beautiful day at work and enough osheee! Wondering what osheee means? Check your waffie dictionary. Bye!!!
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