“Speak woman! How may I help you?”
She fell to the floor exhausted, tears gushing down her eyes. She was tired. She lacked the words to explain what had just happened to her. What had she just done to herself? Would the king kill me? How was I to explain the inexplicable? Drowning in her own thoughts, she wailed again in the king’s palace,
“Help me, your majesty”
“Speak woman, what’s your trouble?” The king asked again as he obviously began to lose his patience
Trying to put herself together, she knelt before the king. I have to try. There is nothing left to lose
“Your majesty,” she said, taking a deep breath, “The other day a woman suggested that we eat my child and then eat her child the next day. I didn’t have a choice. Things went beyond my control. It was the only way out. So we cooked my son and ate him. The next day, I told her we had to eat her son but she hid him from me”
“DING! DING!! DING!!!” went the alarm clock in my room. It always made sure I never went late for my exams because I usually read late into the night. I had already set it for 6:00 am because I had my geography exam the next day. I hadn’t realized it had been two hours since my step-father left my room.
Yesterday night’s experience left me exhausted and in shock. The last time I felt this traumatized was when I came home to my crying mum and my father’s corpse in the bedroom. He had been sick for a while and the doctors literally sent him back home to die. After daddy’s death, mum and I found a way to survive and be there for each other. We were best friends and did almost everything together like we were sisters until last year December when she broke my heart.
I remember that day vividly. Before mum left for work that Friday morning, she told me that she had something to talk to me about. She said this to me with so much excitement in her voice and refused to tell me what it was until she got back from work. When I heard the sound of mum’s keys at the door knob, I jumped out of my bed and ran to the living room to give her the traditional bear hug welcome. It was when we broke off the hug that I noticed the other person in the room smiling at my mum and I.
I had a very long day at work and all I could think about was that I needed to get some serious rest. Once I got out of the car, I half-ran to the door of my apartment, fished out my keys from my purse, pushed the door open and headed for my bedroom. It was almost as if my bed had a magnetic pull of some sort on me. In fact, if you had looked at me that instant, you would have sworn that I was high on something and needed a snort.
I hung my coat and my keys in the ante-room and made a bee-line for my bedroom. When I made it to the living room, my sleep-addled brain registered that something was wrong. Scratch that – everything was wrong. My gaze swept the whole room. Shit. All my stuff was gone. I slowly slid to the floor, pulled off my stilettos, dropped my handbag and sat there on my expensive wooden finished floor.I scoffed. Every single thing was gone: my 32-inch HD television set was gone, the spare cash I hid under my arm chair was gone, my hand-made crochet centre mat was gone and what’s worse, my sister’s priceless painting she gave to me on my 35th birthday was gone. The thieves, whoever they were, cut it out of its frame and dumped it there on the floor for me to mourn its absence.
Hello guys! It’s true! The Blog is one! 😆😆
I cannot believe it has been a year of constant blogging. I must confess keeping you guys entertained and informed all at the same time has been big wahala! And you know what? I love your wahala ;);).
I started this blog which was formerly known as GirlUp n Walk on the 19th of September, 2015 (two days after my birthday). I formerly owned a blog (cciamaka.wordpress.com) which I had been running for almost a year but I left it to start afresh.
Why did I start afresh?
I started afresh because it was something I had to do. I had been thinking about starting not just a blog but my whole life afresh by August last year when I was done with my final year exams and I thought to myself “oh you’re starting a new life journey, why not start a blog and base that blog on this journey?” And that’s how my baby was born.
I had spoken to a few people about it including Bamiyo of BAMZIE’S blog about it and the support I received was unexpected actually. This 100 percent support was all I needed to kick start the movement.
With me at the beginning was Ijeoma Unachukwu who is an awesome writer, you should check her posts out, they are still available on the blog. Her write ups brought in traffic that I still don’t understand till date. Lol Yes! She is that good. I also had Mercy who was constantly giving the readers updates on make-up and skin and then Anita who wrote articles that made the readers feel good about themselves.
Hello everyone! Hope we are good!
Sorry I have not been around for a while, I have been waiting till this special day to put up the 100th post on this blog.
What has made today special? It’s my birthday! woohooo!! *Imaginary balloons and confetti*
To be honest, this happiness and joy I feel today can only be compared to the way I felt when my younger brother was born in 2010. I feel improved sort of like femaleigboarch 2.0 or something. I am happy because I have reviewed my life and I have discovered that I am not the same person I was in 2015. I think that’s why birthdays exist because they serve as milestones to help you measure how far you have gone in your life. It also gives you the opportunity to scan your life for things that you haven’t done or achieved. It gives you the need to devise new means or methods to achieve the said goals or to improve on the already existing means and methods.
It’s not like i’m going to have an awesome party with loud music and cake, but this feeling alone is enough to make my day. I’m so excited and happy with myself!
Today has thought be that God actually crowns people’s efforts. When you set your mind out to do something and you go for it the right way, your effort is recognised and rewarded. Don’t limit yourself with wrong mindsets, stereotypes or negative statements. I must confess there were low times when I would look at myself and ask myself:
“What do you think you are doing? You can’t be better than this can you? Just relax and stop making noise. Nobody will ever read your posts or even understand what you are saying why bother?”
“Look at her/him, he just does it and it works, why bother yourself struggling for something that just won’t work like his/her own?”
Yes, yes, even I fall for the trap the devil sets with comparison and envy. When this happens, I shrug it off and do my own thing anyway! Oh did I tell you, femaleigboarchitect.wordpress.com will be one in three days time! :D. It was actually registered a few days back but I made my first post on the 19th of September, 2015. On that day, I am going to share 24 throw back posts, two from each month so prepare for your timelines to be raided!
So, this is it, the 100th post!
Thanks a lot to you guys, this blog would have been nothing without your comments, likes and shares. I hope I will live long enough to keep giving you posts to read and enjoy. Thank you and God bless.
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It had been six years since Tami did this. She had successfully gotten rid of this bad habit on her 18th birthday. She made a resolution never to even think of it but tonight, she didn’t just think of it, she actually did it.
It was a cold night and it started raining at about 8:00 pm when the lights went off and Tami suddenly realised that she was actually alone at home. Her mum had travelled with her siblings to see Aunt Ify in Calabar and Dad had not come back from his trip to Abuja.
She put off the switch to which her Television was connected and put off the heater as well. She then laid down on her bed face up and started thinking about so many things. She thought about her siblings, her mum and her past. She started thinking about those nights when she stole her mother’s phone from under her pillow just so she could look at those pictures and videos. The internet had just come out then and the rich kids in her class introduced her to it. They didn’t do it intentionally as they never did like Tami back in school. She just overhead and learnt about it, got home, and tried it on her mum’s nokia java phone and it worked.
She was covered with sweat, saliva, beer, wine and many other things she didn’t recognise at all. They were in her hair, on her face and some smeared along her thigh but this wasn’t what bothered her the most. What bothered her the most was the visibility cloak of shame that was over her body.
She felt like she had been bared for the whole world to see, so she retreated to a corner behind the bed and folded herself into a foetal position hoping to wake up from this dreadful dream. She had heard stories about these things and had even seen them on nollywood but had never imagined it would happen to her.
“Do you think anyone else would even consider suffering with you?! I am doing you a favour!!” He screamed to the hearing of Paul and Gomez, his roommates.
“Why do you think i’m with you? You think you are so beautiful or smart?!! how many boys will do what I have done for you?!!” He asked
“Do you know how hard it is?! Literally? You have forced celibacy on me for four months! Haven’t I tried?!”