THE CARD

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Enitan drove into the premises of the Federal Medical Centre; she drove towards the car park and found an empty space and drove straight in.
She never liked a hospital; she hates the “hospital odour”. “The thickness of the ever present smell of antiseptics, drugs, disinfectants and sanitizers nauseates me.”
She has no idea where to go first. She walked towards one of the buildings with doubt clearly written on her face. I think I should just ask someone for directions.
Quickly, she scanned the environment and noticed an elderly woman who looked like a staff. She made quick and calculated strides towards the woman.
“Good morning ma…please ma I would like to see a doctor but I have no idea where to start from…ma.”
The woman cleared her throat “Yes…errmm…du yu haf a kaadi?” Every word heavy with Yoruba accent.
“What... I’m sorry, did you say a do I have a card…ma?”
“Ehn!… yu wee need a kaadi to see the dortor, go to the Record Room, that is where yu wee kollet kadi to see the dortor. Kaadi is free o…yu hear? ”
“I should go to the Records room where I will get a card in order to see the doctor, and the card is free, right?” the woman nodded at every word, obviously mesmerized by Enitan’s British accent.
She thanked the woman and walked towards the direction the woman pointed to. So this is how it is done.

Enitan was born with a “diamond” spoon. She was born in the United Kingdom, grew up and schooled there. She had never gone to a government hospital for medical treatment or anything of such nature. It’s been three years now since she relocated to Nigeria to manage the Nigerian branch of her father’s vast business empire.
“You see, I want you to have an experience of the rich culture and tradition of the Nigerian people. Nigeria is your fatherland, look at me I was born and bred in Nigeria, I schooled in Nigeria and look how successful I have become…” her father’s words rang in her ear again, those words will forever ring in her ear. Enitan never liked coming to Nigeria, but according to her mum, being the first born of the family she had to set a good example for her younger brother, and besides she knows how much her father holds her in high esteem, that meant a lot to her.

“Excuse me, I was told to come here. I need to get a card to see a doctor? Yeah?”
“Aunty, when you know you want to write a new card, why are you just coming at this time? Abi you have a card already…You may not get to see a doctor today o, because all these people are here to see doctor as well and we have just three doctors on seat…”
Enitan’s heart sank. The devil is a liar I must see the doctor today
“Excuse me, did you say three doctors?”
The lady in charge of “the cards” gave her a long look before answering yes. “After compiling your names we will divide you people into three so that you can see the doctors.”
“Does that mean I may not see Dr. Akindele?”
“Is it Dr. Akindele you want to see? Ah!…after dividing you people your name may fall under a different doctor o.”
“Please, I need to consult him.” The devil is a liar today
The lady shrugged. “Don’t worry, I will put your file under those seeing Dr. Akindele but that doesn’t mean you won’t wait for a while, your names will be called in the order of your arrival. Some of these people have been here since 7am.”
Enitan thanked the lady and found a seat. She is willing to wait, as long as she gets to see Dr. Akindele. She smiled, imagining the expression on his face when she works in. Coming back to Nigeria hasn’t been that bad, at least she met Dayo nearly a year after relocating to Nigeria and they have been friends since then. Friendship later turned to something else; she smiled as she glanced at her middle finger once again. Everything has been awesome since they met and he has finally put a ring on it. Soon-to-be Mrs Akindele. She smiled again.

I can’t believe I have never being to this part of this hospital. Whenever she visits Dayo at work, she always work straight to his office but today she decided to give him a surprise visit by pretending to be a patient. She even gave the card writing lady a fake name. I have to be sure Dayo has no idea who is about to come in.
She swept her eyes through the waiting room, she gasped at the number of people sitting on the long benches waiting to consult a doctor. I wonder where Dayo gets the energy to do all this, running his own clinic and still working here! She was jotted back to reality by the loud laughter of two guys standing at the table where cards were being written. She shrugged.

After a while, the card writing lady started calling out names and divided them into three groups. She faced Enitan’s group and asked them to follow her, they were taken to a different building where the lady started calling names again and asked them to sit according to the names being called. When she was done she told them Dr. Akindele will attend to them according to the way they were seated.
Enitan smiled but the smile vanished when she realised the guys who were laughing loudly few minutes ago at the general waiting room were seated in such manner that they would be the first two to see the doctor.
“Excuse me lady, errmmm… these guys just came not quiet long and you told me we will be seeing the doctor according to…”
“And in what way do you have a problem with that?” one of the guys asked standing to face her squarely.
“Really? Are you seriously asking me that question? Some of these women and men have been here since heaven-knows-when and you think you are doing the right thing by bribing your way in?” She was already causing a scene.
The other guy stood up to pacify the one already standing. “Guy! Free am! This one na small pickin nah, she no reach my last born age sef…no dey exchange words with am…na woman!...”
Enitan was boiling with anger “I can’t believe this, you know what? You both are not real men because real men will own up to whatever they have done. You have done something wrong by cheating these people, by swapping cards and you still don’t want to accept your fault, have you no conscience? And you’re not being honest…”
Both guys went back to their seats ignoring her. “No mind am, because one mad man don dey deceive am,dey give am peanut money, she don dey carry fake bag, wear fake shoe, put fake make up for face, she don dey feel important.”
The other guy responded. “No mind am, shey dey feel important, if your papa get money wetin you dey find for government hospital…if e no be say the tin wey I wan do na government hospital dem compulsory for us, wetin I go dey find here. This slut com dey do mouth anyhow, mouth wey no get value…”
Enitan tried to voice her opinion, the guys kept ignoring her, they kept hurling abusive words at her and were having a good laugh, they were obviously enjoying taunting her. She had to leave angrily. It was a nasty scene.
                           
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Enitan literarily ran into the boardroom. Although her father kept her in charge of all matters and everyone answers to her but she doesn’t lord it over any one.
“I’m sorry I’m late…good morning everyone…so shall we begin?”
“Excuse me ma… during the last meeting you said the new recruits will be meeting the board… ”
Enitan cuts in “oh yeah, I’m sorry I was not around during the whole process… what is the latest news on recruitment?”
Her P.A stood up. “We are through with all the process, we actually needed two recruits and I assure you we selected the best two; a male and a female since we are trying to breach gender inequality, in fact they have been asked to go for medical fitness and obtain a medical fitness certificate. Once they have proven to have a clean bill of health, we will then make their employment official by giving them their letters of appointment.”
“Alright, that is fine by me and I trust you guys judgement…please do usher them in.”
The boardroom door opened and it closed, Enitan looked up from her phone to the two new recruits, she smiled at the new lady, lo and behold the new guy was one of the guys hurling abusive words at her yesterday at the hospital.
Mischievous smile played on Enitan’s lips. The guy’s heart jumped into his mouth. “Chai! Bush meat don catch hunter.” Finally, Enitan spoke “This guy right here is a perfect example of dishonesty, a dishonest fellow and I don’t want someone like him in my company or anywhere near my dad’s business. Young man you may leave.”
The room went quiet. Enitan spoke again “Y’all may not understand what is going on here but I have five words for everyone present in this boardroom today….HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY.”

By: Adeosun Adepeju Answer

Action Aid for the Nigerian Girl-Child!

October 11th is the International Girl Child day, a date set aside by the United Nations since 2012 to celebrate amidst mirror the issues affecting the Girl-child all across the world and demand for equalities for girls with their male counterpart. Girl Child across the world face multidimensional challenges due to the traditionalist perception of most society against women.

 Challenges ranging from violence against women rooted in the traditional roles given to men and women in the society,with some held primodial beliefs of role women and girls play in the society devoid of facts,truth and mental ability,which consequently promotes denial of the girl fundamental individual right of. Freedom of choices. Denial of access to education,extra hurdle jump for recognition, construct biases on religious views,denial of collateral rights I.e property or land in some cultural practices,gender based violence amongst others are issues over two hundred million women in Asia, Africa are confronted with.

The Nigerian narrative is horrid with numerous challenges girls and women across the nation battle against the odds for recognition, physical and sexual abuse,denial of right to education,denial of right to individual choices, breach of fundamental right to life caused by fear and violence amongst others are the plight of 1 out of five Nigerian girls.
Its however shockingly tragedic with consternation that this challenges are treated with kid gloves and are brutally normalised in some clans, this however deals an acute blow on socio-economic development,gender integration and social progression on any society that condons such. The situation is even more complacent in Northern Nigeria with a sixty percent mark.

The arising   need for more purpose driven and impactful National self awareness to alter personal behaviours which perpetrate gender bias rooted and premised on the need to accord equal respect and deal with violence against women whether physical or sexual abuse as violence against mankind is pertinent with a rebuking message campaign. Also a network of community support group should be developed for supporting victims of abuses while creating a lead mentality out of such trauma. Boys and Men across the country should also stand up against any form of marginalization pepetrated against any girl in their immediate environment and must display outright disdain against any form of abuse,while championing action cause against such and providing support base for victims and insulation from stigmatization.

The girl child deserves an equal,violence free and social value free society "real men don't abuse women". Say no to psycological, physical, emotional abuse against girls today for a greater society for development and integration. Being indifferent and persive is equal to chasing ants,and leaving out elephants in the room in our bid to soar high and achieve meaningful development our political, cultural and societal values must promote equality and shun "unbridled bias", an urgent call for the National Assembly to expedite process on the Gender equality bill and ensure its passage and operation into our laws to enhance and promote a more gender equal virile Nigerian society in all facets of national discuss.

By: Amos Isaac Tasheyon.

Frankly Speaking

Frankly speaking;Peter Obi

"When I was governor of Anambra state I spent ten million on a trip to Abuja,with about thirty entourage on the forth trip I realised I was the only one that was needed in Abuja,so I decided to travel alone and save the money;Nigerians it is time to take your own destiny into your hands,especially you young people,take back your country it is your future they are toying with,get involved in politics"

Peter Obi former governor of Anambra state.
That were extracts from the most revelling speech of the day on october 1st 2016 at the PLATFORM SEMINAR a leadership summit where notable dignitaries were invited to expound on various national issues of interest.
When former governor Peter Obi descended the podium it was an explosion of chagrin from the gentlemen and women audience everyone giggle and wrinkled with bitter exhalation when he munched out those words, it wasn't an economic expert probably disgusted with the government or a blogger who wants traffic on his blog, neither was it some human right activist or disgruntled politician it was one of the so called elite that was easperated on by the way this so called selfish,henious hearted,jaundicers who have hypocritically manouvred people's mind and enjoy the people's sacred trust into public office  profligately fritter our commonwealth away and leave us in the lurch of brutal suffering and  corroding the future off for the worst even for generation on born.

Public office is so gratifyingly alluring and merchantily in this part of the world that they will rather die than not win elections. But it is suppose to be service to humanity, no that's not the Nigerian perception it is the most lucrative money making franchise, only a few less value adding folks numbering about 469 fritters off about 155billion off the national coffers yearly without generating a dime as revenue for government,but to your huricane 55 complete shocker, their is still an institionalized corruptive system pads the national expenditure dastardly theively and wear a corruption muffler in support of stealing,their is even no more honor amongst theives.

The cost of goverance is just too bogus,the nation is currently recession plagued, what sane government exist on this noble planet that wouldn't  have cut salaries of public office holders and introduce austerity measures not here in Nigeria, the oil money has dipped, no more sharing big from the big pot of money, we might not be able to augment the budget 30percent but presidential fleet and the 150million bullet proof cars must be imported.
I don't want to wail,kick and sob and rant like a noise-maker its only a wake up call for the youths to read the ropes and the signs its foretells,until Haiti was reduced to nothing the parasites will not let the sleeping dog lay in peace.

Get involved and do something great, save our country from the ravenous claws of this rampaging looters who are just undermining our tommorrow, not with a greedy inordinate desire for euphemeral gains but for service to humanity, in the words of Mahatma Gandi who was born on this day he says"A small spirits of determined spirits fired by unquenchable faith in the mission can alter history.....be the change you want to see" Arise oh compatroit Nigeria young people and save the future the looters aint gonna stop until we say STOP!

We must ask for more transparency and accountability,ploughing of resource wastages and over duplication of government parastals,strengthen our institutions and most pertinently reduce to the barest minimum the cost of governance if  Peter Obi could save 368million from refurbishing a fire razed government house and invest it into building roads and infrastructutal developments then we should appreciate heed for a more pragmatic fight against corruption.

By: Amos Isaac Tasheyon

NYSC CDS GROUP IN AKWA IBOM COMMISSIONS PROJECT

Community Development Service (CDS) is one of the four (4) programmes of NYSC in which corps members contribute positively to the development of their host communities throughout the service year.

These programmes are aimed to revolutionized the communities in the areas of education, health care delivery, agriculture, communication, infrastructure, technology, economic empowerment, poverty eradication, social services and above all, national consciousness and socio-cultural regeneration.

These programmes can be executed either personally or group wise.
In view of this, the Environmental, Sanitation and Beautification CDS Group of Ikono Local Government Area of Akwa Ibom state embarked on the erection of a reinforced concrete sign post, which serves as directional aid for people traveling and shuffling between Ikono and Ikot Ekpene.

The project was commissioned on Thursday 29th September 2016 at Ndiya Etuk which serves as the boundary between Ikono Local Government and Ikot Ekpene Local Government and had in attendance the NYSC State Coordinator who was represented by Mrs. Margaret Udoette (who happens to be the Local Government Inspector of Ikono LGA), the Assistant Local Government Inspector of Ikono LGA, Mr. Isaac Akpan, Corps Members and host of others.

In his welcome address, the President of the group who led the successful execution of the project, Corper Nwachukwu Peter said, the project was born out of a collective desire of the group to render effective service to the country. The project is aimed to give a reasonable aid and clear direction to any road user traveling or shuttling between Ikono and Ikot Ekpene.

He thanked all the group members for their support, dedication and team work. He further appreciated the Local Government Chairman of Ikono, Hon. Pius Itoro Columbia, the Paramount ruler of Ikono, the Village head of Ndiya Etuk, the club’s project coordinator, Corper Christian Efandodor and the structural designer, Engr. Moses Attah,
The Assistant Local Government Inspector, Mr. Isaac Akpan appreciated the group for believing in their joint ability and for also supporting the leadership of the group for the achievement of the project for being the only CDS group that did a public CDS project during the Batch B 2015/16 service year.

The L.G.I Mrs M. Udoette then commissioned the project and expressed her profound gratitude to the group for successfully embarking and completing the project despite numerous odds and challenges they encountered.
The event thereafter featured a photo session and refreshment.
Congrats to the Environmental, Sanitation and Beautification group of Ikono LGA, Akwa Ibom state.

Corper Oladapo Siyanbola
Twitter and IG handle- @dapo_dmart

Blissful Doom

“Mommy…Fone…mooommmy…fone”. I quickly wiped my hands with the napkin then made for the living room. My 4year old baby had managed to draw my attention to the ringing phone although I heard it ringing. I kissed him on the forehead “Thanks babe”. He smiled showing his white milk teeth which made him look more adorable.
“Hello, how are…”
“P-p-lease… you have to start coming…I-I-I-I…think… He’s…He’s…c-cooo-ming…he’s coming...”
“Hold on what are you saying, you are making no sense…”
“I’m scared-d-d-d-d-d…” she broke off crying. The line went dead. Ok …that wasn’t cool and I don’t understand a thing. I can’t just pick my car keys and drive off  to her house, to start with I’m cooking and I have to think of where to drop my son , I can’t take him along. She sounded so scared and I worry for her. I paced across the living room for a while, then I picked my phone and dialled my husband’s line, I told him everything. He told me to drop the baby at his sister’s then go over as soon as possible, it could be more serious than she sounded on the phone.
“…and go there as soon as possible, I will meet you there. I’m leaving office right away.” he said as he dropped the call.

I just couldn’t wait for the lecturer to get out of class. She had a bruise on her lower lip, discoloration on her cheek and a black eye. I came to realise that if we were in our third or final year in the university I would have the liver to ask her about it while the lecturer was still in class but well it was our first year so we were still new in the system and no one wants to get into the “black book” of the lecturers.
“… so, see you next class” I was so happy to hear those words. Immediately the lecturer walked out of the class I blurted out “Is he beating you again?”
“I hit my head against the wall… you know naija NEPA na , I was returning from the kitchen and they just took the light. I wasn’t holding my phone neither was I holding my lamp, so I guess I headed for the wall…”

I didn’t believe her that day but I wasn’t in a mood to argue so I decided to shrug it off. I knew he had beaten her again, that discolouration, and the swollen eye all came from something more of flesh and blood. I remember the first time she came back to the room crying with a bruised lip, she almost cried her eyes out, he had just introduced her to SMS 101 (Special Maximum Shishi)…yeah your guess is good shishi means beating. “I can’t believe he slapped me… I was just greeting the class rep… ” I was as surprised myself, I mean! He didn’t look it; he looks too cute and has this heavenly charm and so much charisma one could die for. She was devastated. The following morning, he came bearing gifts, sweet scenting flowers, cake, chocolates, and cookies, name it! He begged for her forgiveness on both knees weeping profusely, promising never to lay his hands on her again. That moment was cute…you know…that moment when you want to fall in love. They kissed… they made up…of course who wouldn’t? It was the first time and he promised it won’t happen again and gush! This moment is captivating.
But he never stopped hitting her, he never stopped begging, he never stopped bearing gifts, she never stopped loving him. She had it all… if you say so… gadgets, money, love, her prince charming, her doom. He got her all of it.
I remember during our penultimate year, she came into the room grinning from ear to ear, I remember there was this glitter in her eyes…I think it is love “He asked me to move in with him!!! Isn’t it wonderful!” I felt a pang in my chest. Are you kidding me? She must be out of her mind.
“You said No, right?”
“Why? I love him. This will give us the opportunity to know each other’s differences, understand it better and reach a consensus”
“You can’t be serious right now. He hits you, he is violent…he keeps promising to stop but let me tell you the truth he is never going to stop... ”
“…but he loves me and I love him. I know he has anger issues but he is really sweet and you know that! At least he keeps trying to change and he is faithful…no side chick…how many guys can do that? Stay faithful…”

Of course she moved in with him. She was in love. And yes he didn’t stop beating her, and yes she didn’t stop running to me for a shoulder to cry on, and yes he didn’t stop bearing gifts, and again yes she didn’t stop running back to him.
I remember few years after school when she called. “Guess what? He asked me to marry him?”  She was so ecstatic. I knew better at this point. “Really? You said yes?” of course she did. I remember asking her whether that was really what she wanted. Hell yeah she was sure that was what she wanted. I remember I was the chief bridesmaid.

I was honking like crazy. No sign of the gateman/ security man trying to open the gate. I bolted out of my car and banged the gate as much as my strength could permit me. At last the gateman opened the gate.
“Where the hell have you been!” I snapped angrily at him
“Madam no vex…na my oga talk say make I come pack things for house” he held out of a list of things.
“For what?”
“We carry madam go hospital…”
I just had to cut in “… which madam? Which hospital? In fact start taking me there right now”. He tried to argue with me claiming he has to do what his oga sent him… let’s just say I got him to get me to the hospital, the rest is history. I texted my husband the address of the hospital.
I remember marriage didn’t change him. I remember wondering why she thought marriage would change him. I know she doesn’t enjoy the beating but she kept hoping the man she loved would just change. I remember the day she called me to give me the good news “I’m pregnant!” I was happy for her, I truly was. I had tons of plans for baby shower; I was ready to surprise the hell out of her. I remember how glad I was on one of the numerous visits to her place when she asked me to be the god mother. Oh yeah that is so not African, god mother ke? But I was happy, happy for her, happy she was happy, happy she was patiently expecting. My happiness, her happiness was shattered when he boxed the pregnancy out of her few weeks later. I was sad, she was devastated. He pleaded, he accepted his fault, called himself a monster, said he will never make a good dad, said he needs redemption and he will never get the redemption without her. She mourned, she forgave him. Life goes on.

But he never stopped, he kept beating her, she kept losing her babies…oh yeah pregnancies, pregnancy one, pregnancy two, three, four…he kept apologizing, she kept forgiving. Parents wants her to stay… after all, our society frowns at divorce, friends envy her “Mrs” title after all, marriages are supposed to be heavenly, religious leaders counselled her to stay after all what God has joined together let no man put asunder. It beats me.
It’s been some months now. I and my husband and other well-wishers have been coming to the hospital hoping and praying for her quick recovery. Today I’m happy and excited to see her again, I haven’t been to the hospital for two days…well that’s because I have a job and a life too. I have been told she’s recovering and I can’t wait to talk to her. I went straight to the doctor’s office; we exchanged pleasantries and led me to her ward. My heart leapt with joy seeing her sit on the bed, I ran towards her and gave her the hug of her life.
“How are you feeling now…I’m so glad you are fine now….I brought some fruits…” I went on and on, I was happy.
“I’m fine, thank you” she replied
“Do you want the fruits now?” I asked as I made for my bag grinning from ear to ear but I stopped and my smile varnished when she spoke “I’m sorry, please who are you?” she searched for the doctor’s face and asked him “Who is she?”
 That became the worst moment of my life, that moment when I was told that my best friend has amnesia. I wished it was a dream, I wished it was a nightmare, I wished she was just being silly, I wished she was just playing a prank on me, I wished she will just open her mouth and scream “April Fool!!!”, I wished… but she never did, it wasn’t a dream, it wasn’t a nightmare, she wasn’t being silly, she wasn’t playing a prank on me, she never screamed “April Fool!!!”…

Even now I still remember the doctor’s voice, crystal clear in my head… “I’m sorry madam… amnesia is usually associated with some form of brain damage probably through physical injury or as a result of shock, but it may also be caused by severe psychological trauma…”
“Moommmyy…poo poo… mooommmyy… poo poo” my son’s voice jotted me back to reality and as I hurried back inside the question on my mind remains “What Next?” I fear for her, she has no idea what he has done, she is vulnerable, she will probably go back to him.


By Adeosun Adepeju Answer
@Answer_Rubby 

Broda Jide

                                           
My late grandfather was a ladies man, he had a number of wives and about sixteen children this makes his last child my age mate (I am 21), as my grandfather grew older some of the children were given out to older children to be cared for. My dad got the second to the last child, Jide who came from the village when he was about thirteen years.

I have three sisters so, it was a little different having a boy around. Jide was not like us, he definitely had many fascinating stories and experiences to share, he used words like “awe” (my friend)  a lot, and when we went to fetch water, he says mo n lo odo (I am going to the river), and those moments were really amusing, he could barely read or write (though the best in his school back in the village), he was put in school, we grew up together we introduced him to everyone as our brother, we all slept together in the parlor, my mom treated him like her own, and everything seemed fine. Nobody foresaw any evil.

One morning my elder sister complained about happenings in the midnight, my brother crawling up the cushion touching her, and she felt his penis right on her thigh, who knows his real intentions were, she shrugged him off but couldn’t sleep till morning. My dad, a disciplinarian flogged him thoroughly. My mummy made so much noise about it, we thought it would stop, and that would be the end.

But I promise you, it was the beginning, you just couldn’t sleep off somewhere. One of us would feel a hand in our privates, felt his hand on our breast, and you woke up and can’t sleep again, you feel so disgusted with yourself and him anyway. There is this fear of the unknown, it could happen anytime.

The most painful thing is my brother denied most of it, a particular case he begged us not to tell our mom, promising that would be the last, we didn’t, we believed and we felt what is the point, telling hasn’t really helped anyone, he has been flogged, reported to persons and no change, but that wasn’t the end, it was like he was possessed. One person would complain about hands or penis somewhere on one part of their body even neighbors sometimes.

You can’t imagine the contempt that rises up within me, the bitterness, sometimes I feel like having those moments again and having the opportunity to throw a blow or cause serious injury. You are just mad even though after few days everything goes back to normal, we talked normally again. You never really get over it.

You know none of my sisters mentioned anything about him going all the way down, but I tell he could have done it. Tears form in my eye as I recall the helplessness, the lies, the abuses. Those are memories that don’t go away in a long time.

It took a moment of soul cleansing and God for me to forgive and really take the bitterness away. I don’t know how my sisters feel about the situation, we all never talk about it.
One thing I am certain about though is that no girl deserves to be abused like that, it’s humiliating.

The Crackdown of the BBOG

Call it the most uncouth official statement of the year, the recent pronouncement of the Inspector General of Police Mr Idris Ibrahim saying "enough is enough" that the Bring Back Our Girls Campaign Group was now constituting a threat to peace and its activities was now against public order and decorum.

One might begin to wonder if Mr Idris who was just yesterday confirmed by the Council of State possessed the deserved orientation in leading the Nigeria Police force. Can the attention of the Inspector General of Police be surreptiously  be brought to the extant and active laws of this nation. Every Nigerian has a right to freedom of expression guaranteed in the constitution and its only a travesty to the rule of law to which Mr Idris despite is IGP rank is bound   be obeyed. I wonder if the march to Aso Rock and the numerous display of emotions by the group affects the well being of Mr Idris and its force, its feasible to everyone that the group has conducted itself as civil and shun violence despite the emotional and very touchy issue it is pushing its cause. If Mr Idris daughters were lost in sambisa forest and in the monstrous gulag of the Boko Haram group he won't dare come before crushed and devastated as the parents and the rest of the world citing the activities of the group as inappropriate  for public peace.

It will befuddle Nigerians out there that a flashback into 2015 the ruling All Progressive Party promised to rescue these girls within three months if it is elected and this was one of the numerous PRs the "Change" President Buhari promise will begin with. Am completely disillusionalized on the too many failures of this administration.  This is Nigeria notorious for policy somersault and political indifference to the people's plight. Thank God for the doggedness and temerity of persons like Dr Oby Ezekwesili who have kept the pursuit on the eventual rescue of the girls.  Ms Hadiza Bello is now the chairman Nigeria Port Authority today because of her perceived zest and enthused energy she invested when the campaign began. Its all political shenanigan to decapitate the group and lure its pioneer leaders away with juicy political appointment so it will loose its steam and forte before long, kill the shepherd and the sheep will be scattered. Maybe the ruling administration doesn't even believe that any girls are lost and maybe its just cheap blackmail.

The Bring Back Our Girls Group will never be an societal antagonist at least to the Nigerian People if its now smoking nuisance to the President Mohammadu Buhari administration where before its darling and favourite partner on the cruise to power. Even if you won't rescue them, don't strip them of the inalienable right to demonstrate their devastation and sorrows so they won't die of despondency and hopelessness. We know one day someone with a heart of God will see their pain and save them from the nefarious pawns of the Boko Haram captors. IGP please leave BBOG for us abeg sir.

Respect the rule of law, this is no banana republic where lip service is just thrusted to the tenets and principle that govern a democratic process.  Mr president should not make us believe the allegations against him on disdain for opposition and crackdown on perceived antagonist is his personae and is dictatorial antecedents are coming to the fore again. Remember the man who named his dog Buhari and his fate and how we all ran to Mr President's side downplaying any political crackdown on dissents.

By:Amos Isaac Tasheyon

Jidenna and the Buy Naija Campaign

                           Jidenna and the Buy Naija Campaign.

Its quite easy disassociating oneself from a country like Nigeria considering the notoriousity of the country's numerous challenges, call it overwhelming. Plethora of Nigerians are ready to renounce their patriotism and ancestral background for visas or probably a means of checking out for greener pastures in a country battered by the evil stings of bad leadership for majority of the whole of its existence.

Nigeria is a great country with great people passionately gifted with every natural resources and human capability, it’s just preposterous when such a country rated as the 10th most endowed country in the world is now entangle in an economic crisis and worst in "technical recession" it is never because that was its fate but rather the path in creativity by her leaders has dragged her into. The prevailing economic crisis has triggered some sudden prodigal economic policies the "Buy Naija" policy.

For a nation exporting crude as its major trading exchange, the recent global crude oil crash market has compelled its worst economic days. No ninety percent import dependent country could ever thrive economically. With depleted forex market to import and huge financial deficit, a paradigm shift in trading system from an import reliant economy to an exporting country was indispensable to survive, then came "the buy naija campaign" The Nigerian citizen herself have become irredeemably beaten into to import dependent way of life, the preference of locally made goods is all time abysmally low and seen as inferior, detaching this mentality is now the cliché the government whose lip-service campaign is not even worth emulating considering the contrasting life political leaders demonstrate towards this campaign.

There is a dude born Nigerian father and American mother, less known in a country he his passionately selling to the world. He is Jiddenna Mobisson Theodore, born in Wiscousin United states, RnB hiphop singer. Jidenna is one of the four children of a one-time Professor in Enugu state University. He got into the spotlight with his hit single EPs titled "Classic Man" nominated for the grammies as rap song of the year and his billboard hit single with Janelle Monae "Yoga". He became the American darling. But one thing that has fascinated the world his direction was his style deeply rooted in Nigeria culture and song genre. Is love for the Nigerian culture has been exhibited at every opportunity he has got known with his notorious performance with "egungun" a Nigerian cultural masquerade display. What if our own musician right here can ostensibly show off in ankara, aso ofi outfit when performing on stage and help promote the Nigerian attire as compare to the show-off with the Gucci, Nike, Dolce and Gabbanna and the rest.

What if our musicians can help publicize the multiple Nigerian culture on their music videos rather than the oversea video shooting, ostensible display in Night clubs. Display of money and nude girls, vogue lyrics and cheap display of their wealth. Our creative industry is fast catching the wave globally if we cannot define our industry modelled with our culture and values with might end up importing Nollywood again.

By: Amos Isaac Tasheyon.                

7days Infor

SPOTS WITH DAPO
Hi friends, it’s the very first edition of SPOTS WITH DAPO, and I’m super excited about this new project. The reason behind SPOTS WITH DAPO is to give more insight into major happenings during the week. Enough said, let the game begin!!!

MONDAY (29/09) – GOV. AYO FAYOSE SIGNS ANTI-GRAZING BILL INTO LAW
The governor of Ekiti state Mr. Ayodele Fayose on Monday signed a bill into law which henceforth prohibits an open grazing in Ekiti state. This means herdsmen won’t be able to wander around anyhow again in order to feed their cattle. The law prescribes six months imprisonment without an option of fine for any herdsman who violates the grazing prohibition while any herdsman found with arms will be charged with terrorism. The bill also stipulates that grazing activities must be between 7am to 6pm daily and only on marked out land for grazing by the local government authority.
It would be recalled that earlier this year, a bill in support of a National Grazing Reserves was presented to the floor of the Senate which will provide for the establishment of at least one cattle reserve in each state of the federation. Ever since this bill was presented by Senator Zainab Kure of Niger state, most Nigerians have condemned the move as most people see it has a way of exploiting and granting a particular tribe access to major properties of other tribes while also stating that cattle rearing is a private business by individuals, therefore the government needs to be considerate many things involved.

TUESDAY (30/09) - MARK ZUCKERBERG AND JIDENNA VISITED NIGERIA
It’s no news that the 6th richest man in the world with a net worth $44.6Bn (according to Forbes.com) arrived Nigeria unannounced on Tuesday. His first stop was at Co-Creation Hub (also called Naija Silicon Valley) in Yaba, Lagos state where he met with developers and partners and also talked to kids at a Summer Coding Camp.
Thereafter, the Facebook founder has been spotted in various places which includes; Eko Hotel and Suites where he interacted with tech professionals on Wednesday, visitation to AfriNolly where he met Nigerian celebrities such as; Chidinma, Rita Dominic, Kunle Afolayan, Ehiz DadaBoy, RMD, Yemi Alade, DJ Cuppy, Adebola Williams amongst others, he was also spotted jogging through Lekki-Ikoyi bridge.
Then the 32 years old atheist left Nigeria on Thursday September 1st for Kenya where he met with entrepreneurs, developers and government officials as he was pictured eating with his bare hands with Kenyan Cabinet Secretary of the Ministry of Information, Joe Muhcheru in Nairobi.
Zuckerberg then made a return back to Nigeria on Friday and this time around, he went to the FCT where he met President Buhari, Vice President Osibanjo and other government officials for the Aso Villa Demo Day Finale.
This is Zuckerberg first ever visit to Africa.

MUSIC STAR JIDENNA ALSO LANDED IN NIGERIA
Jidenna Theodore Mobisson is a Nigerian –American singer who became famous because for his song “Classic Man” also arrived in the country on Tuesday. Unlike Mark Zuckerberg, Jidenna’s visit was known as he had already announced that he would be in Nigeria for the promotion of his debut album titled “Long Live The Chief”.
During his 4 days visit, an initiative called “Enjoy Lagos” was launched and invited people had the opportunity of meeting Jidenna. He granted interviews left, right and centre some of which includes a visit to Cool FM where he was interviewed by Dotun and Temi, he also visited to Beat FM, interviewed by Maria, Olisa and Osi.
Jidenna had his only performance on Thursday September 1st at the Hard Rock Café in Lagos and in attendance included; Osi Suave, Nedu, DJ Spinall, Cobhams Asuquo, Tosyn Bucknor and host of others.
The 31years old singer then on Friday visited his state of origin, Enugu and went to his alma mater Justine-Thomas Kindergaten and Primary School.
The singer will be leaving the country by weekend and his next destination is South Africa, as part of his album promotional tour where he is billed to perform on Monday (he confirmed this on his twitter handle @Jidenna)

WEDNESDAY (31/08) - DILMA ROUSEFF OF BRAZIL WAS IMPEACHED
Dilma Vana Rousseff was the 36th president and the first ever female president of Brazil having assumed power on the 1st of January 2011, and sadly her reign as the president of the “land of Brazilwood” ended on Wednesday 31st of August 2016 due to removal by the senate. Out of the 81 senate members, 61 voted in support of her removal, while 20 voted against her removal.
Her ordeal started late 2015 when she was accused of re-assigning funds between budget items (not stealing or padding, or figure inflation ooooo, just re-allocation of money from one sector to another, lobatan).
Her critics said she was trying to plug deficit holes in popular social programmes to boast her chances of being re-elected for a second term in October 2014, BBC reports.
She was suspended on May 12 while her impeachment sittings and processes started afterwards and the then Vice President, 75 years old Michel Temer was made the Acting President.
Following the impeachment of Dilma’s, Michel Temer has now been sworn in as the 37th Brazilian president and he will complete Dilma’s tenure until 2018.



THURSDAY (1/9) - ANNULAR SOLAR ECLIPSE OF THE SUN: THE RING OF FIRE
According to word web dictionary, solar eclipse means “interruption of the light from the sun by the moon”. The blockage of the light then result into blackout (total or partial) in that part of the earth that the light from the sun was blocked from radiating to.
The “ring of fire” was over Africa on September 1st as the world experienced annular solar eclipse. This kind of eclipse is one in which the moon from a far distance covers the sun while in Virgo, thereby covering only the center and leaving the round edges of the sun to radiate to the earth, thus the name “ring of fire”
The eclipse lasted for 3 hours and few minutes and was visible across most Eastern and Southern African countries with best viewing points in Tanzania, Madagascar, South Africa as well as Reunion Island. This is the second and last solar eclipse for this year, the first (a total solar eclipse) occurred on March 8 through 9 which was visible in Indonesia and the Pacific Ocean region.
Another annular solar eclipse will occur in February 2017 visible in Southern Chile, Argentina and Africa while on August 21 2017, there would be a total solar eclipse with the USA to experience the darkest part.

FRIDAY (2/9) – SERGIO AGUERO BANNED FOT THREE GAMES.
Let’s talk sports!!!! Manchester City striker, Sergio Aguero has been suspended by the FA. He was found guilty of violent conduct after he elbowed West Ham united player Winston Reid during their third week EPL match on Sunday 28th August which Manchester City won 3-1.
The 28 years argentine will now miss the Manchester derby against rivals Manchester United on September 10, a league match against Bournemouth on 17th September and the EFL cup third round match against Swansea city on 21st September.
Aguero has scored 6 goals for City this season including a hat-trick against Steaua Bucharest in the Champions League qualifier.

Feel free to drop your views, comments and suggestions.
Thanks for reading and enjoy your weekend.

Oladapo Siyanbola
Twitter and I.G handle- @dapo_dmart

Spots With D

SPOTS WITH DAPO!!!!
Hi friends, how are you doing today? I really hope you are reading this text in a very good condition? This article is coming out for the very first time and I will like to give a brief introduction about what it is all about.
SPOTS WITH DAPO is an initiative by Oladapo Siyanbola where he intends to be discussing about key events that shaped each week. The article will feature major happenings from Monday to Friday and will cut across various sections; Politics, Entertainment, Sports, Lifestyle/Gossips and many more… as gathered from news and reports. Major story (ies) of each day will be picked, discussed upon and be compiled for your reading pleasure.
The aim of SPOTS WITH DAPO is to give reader more insight into major things that happened around the country, continent and world at large.
The article will be released every Saturday and the maiden edition will be released on Saturday 2nd of September 2016. Keep your fingers crossed, get your internet connected devices ready, and let us move together on this Enlightment ride.
Thanks for Reading and Happy New Month.

Oladapo Siyanbola
Twitter and I.G handle @dapo_dmart

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LIFE HACKS (DIY)

Hello People! How was the week? Hope it was as peaceful as mine!

Today, we’re gonna be sharing some LIFE HACKS. 

Life hacks are just basically little ways to make our lives easier. They are simply ideas that make living a little less difficult. So, the Youth Konnect crew has taken time to curl 10 life hacks that would most definitely help you one way or the other. We’ll talk about five this week and complete it next week.

Do not hesitate to drop your comments as we always love to read them.

Have a great read, learn one or two things and please share with someone you love.

Life hack #1

This one is for heavy sleepers. You know those people that set alarms but the alarms wake everyone else but themselves! I once lived with someone like that and ended up being her alarm!

So if you phone alarm doesn’t seem to wake you up simply put the phone in a glass cup and keep it close to you. The glass cup amplifies the sound of the alarm and should definitely wake you up.

Life Hack #2

Do you lend people your stuffs and end up forgetting who you gave what to? This one is funny! Take pictures of friends holding the items you lent them so you’ll remember down the road. You can like to delete the picture when the person returns it o! Unless of course you want to keep it as a proof of ‘famzing’ when/if the person becomes a celeb in future. Lol. But with the way the economy is generally, i doubt if anyone is going to forget who they borrowed something, mostly if its money.

Life Hack #3

Some of us always run out of space in our wardrobes or drawers. This one is for us. Stack your folded clothes in an upright position to save space.

Life Hack #4

This one is for people who do not eat so much, definitely not for one of my friends like that. If you don’t finish cooking a pack of spaghetti, you can keep the remaining uncooked spaghetti inside an empty Pringles container.

Life Hack #5

Who hates making pancakes just because of the mess we make when we make it??? Well say a big hello to a ‘messyless ‘ pancake-making life. Hehe . simply pour in pancake batter into an old ketchup plastic bottle and make your delicious pancakes. If the batter remains, just throw it into the fridge and use it another day. Ready-made pancake batter hehe.

We continue next week with the remaining five hacks. See ya

My Friend's Wife

A friend of mine recently found out that the wife of his close pal is cheating on him. There is no doubt about this because he caught her red-handed.

He does not want to meddle in their affairs but he has this sense of guilt not having told him what he discovered about his wife. If they weren't close, he wouldn't be bothered at all. He is also worried about the negative consequences it will have on their marriage if he gets wind of it.

If he keeps mute, what chances are there that she will stop cheating on her husband?

And who knows, he may eventually find out himself in the long run...and if he does, he will be very mad at me that I hid it away from him all these while.

What do you suggest please? I will appreciate responses from matured members here.

HOT FACTS ABOUT WOMEN

                                            HARD FACTS ABOUT WOMEN

1. Women never have anything to wear. Don't question the racks of clothes in the closet, you just don't understand!

2. Women do NOT want an honest opinion to the question, 'How do I look?'Am sure you are definitely not ready for the repercussions of your honest opinion.

3. If a man goes on a seven day trip, he'll pack five days worth of clothes and will wear some things twice; if a woman goes on a five day trip, she'll pack 21 outfits because she doesn't know what she'll feel like wearing each day.

4. Women can't keep secrets.They eat away at them from inside. and they don't view it as being untrustworthy, providing they only tell two or three people.

5. The word "woman" is believed to have derived from the middle English term "wyfman" broken down simply as the wife(wyf) of man.

6. 70% of women would rather have chocolate than sex.lol

7. The most embarrassing thing for a woman is to find another woman wearing the same dress at a formal event.(Hmmm).

8.In almost every country worldwide, the life expectancy for women is higher than for men. (Not funny at all)

9.When a woman dresses up to go out, she puts on a blouse first,pants come second. Men work it vice versa.

10.Women spend 7-10years of their life-time looking at the mirror. Men spend only 2 years doing same.

Okay! Here are two bonuses off  the top.lol

*When you tell a woman the truth, she thinks you are lying. When you you are lying, she thinks you are telling the truth.

*Men, You can never win an argument against a woman,i repeat, you can never ever ever win.You'll hurt her feelings When(if) it seems you are winning.

OYA ADD YOUR own!!!!

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Rounds Peg in a Round Hole

ROUND PEG IN A ROUND HOLE.....
Is it possible to get the best out of wherever you are? How easy is achieving a goal? How do I know how close I am to getting to the top?  All these are typical questions that run through every purposeful person's mind. There's good news though. It is possible to actually be where you want to be. I'm sharing my ideas on how to fit into what you really want to do.

   1. HAVE A DREAM THAT MAKES YOU SLEEP LESS: A popular speaker once said, when you have no dreams for your life sleep is always interesting. By this point I mean you should have a dream that makes you want to sleep less and work more.

  2. READ, JUST KEEP READING: gone are the days when the saying, if you want to hide something from a black man put it in a book was true. In this era, if you don't read you die. Not physically though but once the mind dies then what is left.

  3. BRING DOWN THAT PRIDE: A man cannot be an island, like wise a try cannot make a forest. Don't be too proud as not to ask people when you are ignorant. A person that asks questions never misses his way.

  4. WHAT ARE YOU SCARED OF?: Don't be scared of taking a bold step. Break the box of limitations. If you fail, try again. It doesn’t matter how many times you fall, but how many times you were able to get up. You and only you can do that.

   5. BELIEVE IN YOURSELF:  That's the greatest gift you can give yourself. Even if nobody believe in you, in fact, many people wont believe in you, you just have to Be confident. Even if you have all the muscles and you don't have that Confidence in yourself, you can't win anything. Keep pushing keep trying.

We all know its tough out there, no doubt, but we all need a job so what do u do? Find the thing you were meant to do, work your ass off to get it, never stop believing, never quit. In other words don’t just feel special..... Be special.

Never underestimate the power of the supernatural. Always seek the aid of God who is above and who can help you be the ROUND PEG IN THE ROUND HOLE.

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The 8020 Rule in a Relationship

The 8020 RULE

Have you ever heard of the 80:20 Rule? I though as much. This rule came into fore in one of my favorite movies “Why Did I Get Married” by Tyler Perry.

The 80:20 Rule says that you can only get 80% of what you want from your spouse in your relationship, but there is 20% that you don’t or will never get from that relationship, but you might find in another person. This means that a person can never give you 100% in a relationship, well except you are dating JESUS. lol.

However, for some people the ratio could be 60:40, 75:25, 90:10. It doesn’t matter really. The main thing is that you get more of what you wanted from your spouse, than what you don’t want. To make the rule clearer, let’s say a lady is dating a guy and she only gets 80% of what she really wants. eg He is romantic, can cook, buys gift for her, visit and calls her often bla bla bla. All these amount to the 80%. However, he doesn’t have a good sense of humour, which she would have loved he had. This will be the 20%.

The problem is that instead of being grateful for that 80% we have, we focus on the 20% we don’t have. The absence of the 20% usually becomes very visible when there is problem in the relationship. From the earlier example given, lets say the lady had an issue with her boyfriend, and in her office there is this colleague who has a very great sense of humour (20%), this could really get to the lady and make her compare the guy with her boyfriend and even in some cases cheat on her boyfriend forgetting the fact that the guy only has 20% and doesn’t have the 80%.

There is never a thing as a perfect relationship. There are always issues and disagreement, and at these times it could be tempting to look outside the relationship. Try to focus on the good in your spouses and the positive in your relationships, instead on focusing on the bad and the negative which are only the minority.

So ladies, guys, men and women before I drop my pen to continue my puff puff before it gets cold, permit me to say that it is better to fight and be grateful for that 80%, than to lose it because you were too attached to and chasing the 20% you don’t have.

THANK YOU FOR READING!!!!!!!!!!

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My PPA Experience

I WROTE EXAM QUESTIONS ON THE WALL

Just like people say, “Wonders shall never end”… this simply means we would keep seeing wonders everyday of our life.
I am a serving corps member somewhere in the Southern region of Nigeria and I surely experience wonders every time, if not at my Place of Primary Assignment (PPA), it would be at my house on somewhere else.
One of the wonders I’ve been experiencing since I got here, came during the just concluded third terminal examination in my school. After I’ve set and submitted the exam questions for the two subjects I taught last term, no complain was made by the examination committee, but to my greatest surprise, on the examination day of one of the subjects, some of the questions I submitted were deliberately missing from the printed exam paper (yes deliberately!) because when I went to complain, I was told that they couldn’t print all the questions I submitted simply because the questions were more than what a single A4 paper could accommodate. WAIT oooooooo…Did you get the reason very well??? Okay, let me rephrase, all my exams questions were not printed (Questions 3, 4, 5 and 6 of the theory section were omitted), because the school (a private school) didn’t want to spend money to print an exam question on more than one A4 paper!
WHOOPS. Exams has already started, questions were not complete, the school said they can’t print the remaining questions, marking scheme has been drafted…Wetin I go do…Okay, I had two options, it’s either I forget about the missing questions, change marking scheme and award free marks or I find a means of getting the missing questions to the students to make the exam be in the way it was designed to be. So I chose the latter option and found a way of getting the remaining questions across to the students. Thank God I took the picture of the questions before I submitted, (digital world, we can snap anything ehn, lmao), if not, I wouldn’t have gotten the remaining questions as the exam committee couldn’t find the paper question I submitted myself for them to print (WHAT A COMMITTEE!!!).
Okay………….I quickly wrote the remaining questions on the hall wall, so at the end, the students had 2 sources of questions, the printed paper with them and the wall...LOL!!!! …and that was how the Exam was able to take place successful, even though I had to dictate the questions repeatedly for the students just to make sure they all get the questions.(forming serious corper, heheheheheheheh
WHAT A WONDER!!!!!!!!!
Thanks for reading!!!!
Oladapo Siyanbola
Twitter and I.G handle- @dapo_dmart

My Missing Jewel (Based on a true life story)

                        MY STOLEN JEWEL
                   (Based on a true life story)

Episode 1
Stop it!!! Stop it!!!!. Even as I screamed at him he continued to tear off my clothes. Let me take you to the very beginning. Jude and I met in my first class on campus. He was very quiet in class and I never even noticed him. As a freshman studying medicine, I had to be serious. No time for boys, and no time for play. All I had to do was read. My friendship with Jude started the day I was sick and missed a class. Loner that I was without friends, I meekly asked Jude the quiet boy in class for his note. Surprisingly Jude was kind. He gave me his note and even offered to copy it for me. I was delighted. Finally a friend.

Episode 2
We became friends after that. We exchanged numbers and started reading together. He was the perfect gentleman. Our friendship grew steadily and we got closer with each passing day. Jude always wanted to do the right things. Going to church was compulsory, we never missed classes and we always read. My mum was happy I was happy and things were going fine.
First semester results rolled in and we really had good scores. Jude and I celebrated by eating out. That was the life. And then it happened.
"Shade meet my friend Josh" I looked up and met the gaze of a light skinned muscular guy. His eyes were the color of melted chocolate and he belonged to the beard gang. His trousers fitted so nicely that I couldn't take my eyes off him. I quickly jumped up and offered my hand in greeting. "Hi, I'm shade, nice to meet you" he looked me over and replied the greeting with a hug. Jude just stood aside laughing at our reactions. "Josh is my friend he just transferred to our school from Liberia. He's really good and I want him to join our study group" I looked at Josh and thought how can this Prince of hotness not be in our study group. No dulling o. I quickly replied"he's welcome to join us na it's no big deal"

Episode 3
Josh joined us everyday to study. I began to dress better. Shorter skirts, tighter clothes, more makeup and even bought a new phone since Josh used an iPhone. I always waited with anticipation for anytime I get to see Josh. I was like a dog awaiting its master. I made a crazy picture. " Shade you've been looking great these days. I've always wanted to tell u how I feel about u" those were the best words I heard that day and they came from Josh.
" I'll be your girlfriend" I quickly replied. He looked at me surprisingly and smiled "this is even happening faster than I thought" he ran his hands down my face and gave me a kiss. That sealed the deal. I was overexcited and I never even remembered to tell Jude my best friend. He called me after a while and in his usual manner he was so understanding"I'm happy for you dear. Just be careful cos I know Josh is not your regular type of guy. I also noticed you've changed a lot and I don't even know who u are anymore. You've hidden yourself in all these indecent clothes and makeup." I looked confused as I listened to Jude. My outburst was immediate"who are u to tell me what to do. Just because we are friends gives you no right over me. I know you are jealous. Just leave me alone and get yourself a girl" having said that I stormed out of the room. Jude and I were good together. People liked our pictures on instagram and our videos on snapchat. I stopped reading with Jude because of his preaching. Results came out and I barely made the cut. Meanwhile Josh had exciting news for me. He got a house in town so we could now do all our reading there. I was really excited. I didn't have to read in d cold lecture theatres and in the library. His house was conducive enough. We joined resources together and furnished the house. I had to sell some clothes and even my phone. It was all for the greater good of having a good place to live with my boo.

Episode 4
I moved into the new place with Josh, amidst warnings from friends and the frowns from everyone I knew. I couldn't be stopped. Jude stopped talking to me since I always refused to listen to him because of his incessant preaching sessions. I lost my friend, my grades and every hope of ever graduating with honours. " Shade, I'm going to take a smoke outside, make some noodles before I return" I looked up to see Josh, the guy I gave up everything for talking to me. He started smoking as soon as we started living together. He also did hard drugs and drank like a fish. All my pocket money went to providing for him and feeding him. God forbid I complain, he wouldn't hesitate to beat me up. That was my situation. Love turned sour in less than a month. I quickly stood up to prepare his noodles before he returned. "At least he's not sleeping with me. That's my only consolation". I made his noodles and as he ate he had news for me. " Shade baby, I want us to invest in a business. It yields 10 times profit in a week" he explained how it worked, networking and all. Finally a way to make us rich. " we only need N150,000" I looked at him with my mouth opened. "How do we get that kind of money, I spent all I have contributing to the house rent. And u don't have money too. How will we afford it" he just smiled and came to sit beside me. " baby just call home and sell some clothes. We can do it. I'll do same too. Please shade" the soft look in his eyes and the touch of his fingers on my face made me melt and I just yielded as always. Operation sell all my clothes and lie to everyone to get the money. It took two weeks of going to hostels to sell my clothes and shoes. My parents also assisted me because of the mind blowing lies I told. Finally the money was complete. " Here is N200,000  baby. Let's start a new life" Josh was surprised. He hugged me and carried me round the house. " now we can make ourselves rich shade. I'll invest tomorrow morning baby" I slept happily because I knew we would be rich.

Episode 5
I woke up early to prepare  for the day and didn't even see Josh. He had packed all his things leaving only a note that read " shade thanks for being a fool" I stood surprised. I didn't want to believe Josh ran away with my money and left me stranded. I didn't even have one pair of shoes left. I heard knocking on the door and thinking it was Josh I quickly opened. It was the landlord asking me to move out because our time of grace had expired. I was confused. I thought we paid the rent because I gave Josh N50,000  to add to the money for rent. I couldn't even reply the landlord. The man just looked at me, shook his head and threw me out.
I looked at myself. On d street, dressed in one shirt I saw at the backyard. My hair was a mess I had no money and no life. Suddenly I remembered Jude. My first friend whom I refused to listen to. I quickly ran to his house. "Knock knock, anyone home?" I knocked on Jude's door. He opened it with sleepy surprised eyes. "Shade what are u doing here dressed like that? Where us Josh" I just started crying and narrated how Josh duped me and left me stranded. Jude just smiled and moved towards the door. " Shade you are very stupid. I warned you and you never listened. You were so in love now see what has happened to you" he locked the door and came over to where I sat crying. "Jude please forgive me and help Me I'm sorry" I carried helplessly. Jude just smiled and yanked my head up. He started tearing off my clothes. " stop it!!" I screamed. He continued to tear my shirt off, rendering slaps to my face as I shouted the more. " Jude please stop this". I was really confused. I didn't understand what was going on.  Before I knew it he was all over me. That was when I knew his plan.

Episode 6
I just lay there crying because fighting him was out of the question. He was out of control."filthy prostitute. You deserve this. After leaving me for Josh. I will show you what I'm made of today and when I'm done, my friends will also enjoy what you have to offer, since you are a very willing girl" with tears in my eyes, I watched as I lost my pride in a very shameful way to the one person I thought wouldn't  hurt me. I fainted even as 3 other guys came in to take their turn.
They took pictures of me and left me at a major road on campus. Good Samaritans took me to the health centre from where I was referred to a psychiatrist.
I couldn't take it anymore. I decided to write this story from my ward in a mental home. My parents disowned me for using them and for disappointing them. I'm now alone. A ward of the state. I'm writing to every young girl out there. Please be careful and trust no-one. Jude and Josh ruined my life. I wasn't wise enough. oh the nurse is here. It's time for my injections. And so my life ends.