ToBeAnOldMaid

# ToBeAnOldMaid

Adaugo was almost thirty. No suitors were forthcoming. She was going to be thirty in the next six months. Successful as she was, society denied that she was a woman without a husband to crown her and a husband’s name to crown her name.

Eight years ago, the story had been a different one. She had received over twenty marriage proposals when she was at the age of twenty. She had refused all with the excuse that she wanted to be self made before marriage.

After all, couldn’t a woman be independent and successful without a man? She had achieved that. But had lost the men’s appeal. Perhaps many of those men were simply intimidated with her achievements.

She had told herself that she’d be married before she clocked thirty. She had achieved all the goals she had set in life. Marriage wouldn’t be an exception. She told herself she was going to be married before her thirtieth birthday whether she had to buy the marriage or not.

She was not going to be like her Aunty Subechi who was fifty and unmarried. She didn’t want to be an old maid, and an unmarried one at that.

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Ā©Opara Chizaram 2017

I’m not your friend

I’m not your friend
I’m something more
I’m the joy behind your tears
The one that comes last but best
I’m the gain after the pain
The award for every shame
I’m the reward you will get ahead
Although Now seems unpleasant.
I am not your friend.
I am your best friend spurring you on
To heights of success yet unreached
Until the goal is met, I remain your enemy.

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Ā©Opara Chizaram 2017

Guest Post: Ojumu Joan

Hey guys. Happy new month. I’m sorry I’ve left you guys with virtually crumbs and bits of updates.
I hope it changes but I can’t promise that it will this month as I have exams this month. Wish me well.

So, Joan, a friend of mine who doesn’t write much wrote something I loved and so, because I love her writeup and feel it’s really good, I’m sharing it here.
I hope you enjoy it.

Folakemi
Such a specie of the female gender, a perfect weak vessel
Fair to look upon, with a fair brain

Fair-brained people cannot survive in this world
Said her father, so, you must do as i say Folakemi.

You must study law in the university, since you have no brain to choose a befitting course. I mean who reads banking these days.

Fair brained Folakemi studied hard, eager to please her father.
But alas, destiny had other plans, she was admitted for Religious Studies.

Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, said her father. I should have known it was too much work for your fair brain to get in for Law.

Now we must prepare you for your husband.
Look at Chief Solanke’sĀ  son – Kola; he graduated top ten from Harvard law. You must get him to love you.

But, but, but, i love Chima, said fair brained Folakemi.

Ofcourse you would since you are soo fairbrained. Now prepare to marry Kola.

Blue and black
Bruised and beaten
Physically and psychologically overwhelmed,
Just six months into her marriage,
Folakemi cried to her father
Baaaami, see how Kola treates,me like a common dog.

Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, i should have known that the simple task of making Kola fall in love with you, was more than your fair brain could bear.
Well that is what you get for not making your husband love you. Perbaps,you are a common dog.

Tsk, tsk, tsk…fair brained Folakemi. I suppose it was more than your fair brain could bear that slithering your wrist is a very messy way of commiting suicide,
Just swallowing too many pills would have sufficed.
Well, i supposed the harsh world has just gotten rid of another fair brained female. “>Folakemi
Such a specie of the female gender, a perfect weak vessel
Fair to look upon, with a fair brain

Fair-brained people cannot survive in this world
Said her father, so, you must do as i say Folakemi.

You must study law in the university, since you have no brain to choose a befitting course. I mean who reads banking these days.

Fair brained Folakemi studied hard, eager to please her father.
But alas, destiny had other plans, she was admitted for Religious Studies.

Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, said her father. I should have known it was too much work for your fair brain to get in for Law.

Now we must prepare you for your husband.
Look at ChiefĀ  Solanke’sĀ  son – Kola; he graduated top ten from Harvard law. You must get him to love you.

But, but, but, i love Chima, said fair brained Folakemi.

Ofcourse you would since you are soo fairbrained. Now prepare to marry Kola.

Blue and black
Bruised and beaten
Physically and psychologically overwhelmed,
Just six months into her marriage,
Folakemi cried to her father
Baaaami, see how Kola treates,me like a common dog.

Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, i should have known that the simple task of making Kola fall in love with you, was more than your fair brain could bear.
Well that is what you get for not making your husband love you. Perbaps,you are a common dog.

Tsk, tsk, tsk…fair brained Folakemi. I suppose it was more than your fair brain could bear that slithering your wrist is a very messy way of commiting suicide,
Just swallowing too many pills would have sufficed.
Well, i supposed the harsh world has just gotten rid of another fair brained female

Ā©Joanne

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Ā©Opara Chizaram 2017

The signs of death

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Death is a topic that once it comes up in whatever form, everyone gets pensive, scared or sad.

My friend recently lost her dad. It was painful. The saddest part was that he died shortly before Christmas. I’m sure that while we all merried and laughed and smiled, she wallowed in pain, tears and sadness.

That’s the thing. Death brings with it sadness.

The focus for today however is not the effect of death but the signs thereof.

Concerning my friend’s dad death, I overhead some elders saying how he had not shown any sign that he’d die soon.

That got me. I’ve heard about how people exhibit certain behaviours that point to the fact that they may be dying soon. Some even speculate that when a person is about to die, he or she will know and hence, the signs that they are said to exhibit.

They saw, the person may begin to speak in some strange way that you would shake off while he or she is alive but remember at his or her death and be able to point it as a sign of the eventual death.

Some say there’s an action to it. Maybe a nicer way of addressing people, putting their house in order.

However, I don’t exactly believe that people portray signs of death. We Nigerians, being very superstitious are quick to attribute every event to something symbolic or give it some spiritual interpretation. These words or actions could be very innocent and made with the maker unaware of his or her impending death.

If everyone knew exactly when they’d die, everyone will put their house in order. These are my thoughts.

Do you think there are signs of death? You could share them in the comment box.

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Ā©Opara Chizaram 2017

June Catchup

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Hey everyone. Been a while. Who missed me? I definitely missed you all.

Laziness has made me unable to make a single post. This is coupled with the fact that power has been erratic and my charger is ineffective.

I can’t believe this is my first post in June. Should I be saying happy new month? Okay. Since we missed that greeting and we are catching up, I’ll just let it out “Happy new month”.

Now back to the real catch up. On May 29, 2017, just last month, the Vice Chancellor of my school sent us all home because the students staged a protest for lack of ID cards and other stuffs termed welfare. I really would not like to go into the details. However, the bottom line is that my school: The University of Ibadan is on a 7weeks strike. Quite a long period I tell you.  This is the fourth week into the strike.

I didn’t go home. Some of my family members feel I don’t exactly enjoy home. But the thing is, I decided to stay to do certain things that I am passionate about and would not be able to do from home; things like teaching the kids at JumpStart Academy.

That aside,one of my poems was selected among the top 100 poems in the Nigerian Students Poetry Prize award and is to be published in their poetry anthology. This is a major achievement for me. I was to go for the award in Enugu but couldn’t make it down there as a result of the far distance.

I also came second in an half marathon organised by my faculty on behalf of Professor Bamgbose. It was fulfilling as I came second amongst the females and got awarded 15,000 naira. I got my first cheque ever.

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This picture was before the race

What else have I done so far? I’ve been sitting, playing, traveling, trying to read and making new friends. Above all, I’ve been striving hard to make impact.

How has your June been so far? Hope its been better than mine.

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Once Upon A Princess

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Today, I saw a match parade event. It was presented by little kids of a primary school. What struck me most, was not the pompom and dance that the little children performed. Rather, it was the look of the kings and their queens. It got me thinking of my childhood.

I was never a princess. I was never any one’s princess. Never a flower girl for someone’s wedding (at least none that I know of). Never a princess in the play. Never a princess in a parade.

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Even up till date, I’ve not been in a bridal train that isn’t my family member’s. And this thought makes me feel like maybe I’m a frog😥( like really, who did I offend na? Its not like I’m that ugly kwa).
Maybe I’m not a princess but a frog that needs some antidote to break the spell.

I know the antidote quite alright. Someone should simply make me a princess. How you say?
Crown me. ( Make me your chief bridesmaid!)

I don’t exactly need anyone to make me a princess though. I think I’ve always been more like a queen. The queen. I’ve crowned myself with honour, self respect and virtues of love.

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And I’ve crowned myself with a smile that hardly ever fades. And though I wish I had played theĀ Ā  roles through the course of my life, I am glad to have found the princess in me…who has matured to be a queen.

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NB: You can still contact me to be your bridesmaid o. And I don’t mind being a groom’s woman sef. (okay. This sounds desperate.)

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I miss those times

I miss the times
When we knew each other.
The times
When our laughter were siblings
Born of different parents
But of similar origin-
Pure Joy.
The times
When we wore wide deep grins
As we walked on the road
That regular people treaded.
The times
When I could predict
Your thoughts
And I understood
Your actions.
The times
When our hearts
Were in unity.
The times
When time flew
While we talked of things to come.

Now, Time has flown
And we are strangers
To each other.
This time,
I can’t predict your thoughts
I don’t know you enough to
Understand your actions.
I can’t complete your statements
We probably do not share the same vocabulary.
I don’t expect your smile
It has worn out
Where it concerns me.
Our laughters are not siblings anymore
Not even friends.
Our grins are not deep
And are not directed to each other
Our hearts do not unite
And although there’s no more string attached,
I miss the times when we shared
The moments we thought would last forever.

Ā©Opara Chizaram Adaobi 2017

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