LIFE HAPPENS

As I sit and type this, I am undecided as to what greetings to start with. I know I can be pretty predictable and go with the ‘Hi! Hey! Hello!’. But I don’t want to. But then again, since I am normally a quite patterned and predictable person, I do not know of any catchy and unconventional way to begin. And so, I have settled for this; the-tell-your-woe-story to me kind of beginning.

Anyways, I have been off radar and it is becoming such an habit I guess some of you guys didn’t even notice. I don’t exactly feel up to telling my catch up story.But let me do a summary catch up. I have been through a spoilt phone, lost purse, swollen face…and now my head is jammed with thoughts.

A SPOILT PHONE

Never before I started typing up this post, did I imagine I’d end up blogging about my phone getting spoilt. Anyone who knows me knows I am was addicted to my phone. I practically have had all of my life going on, on that small device. My phone developed a sudden fault and went off on its own, choosing to never come back alive. After being worked on by a phone engineer, it was diagnosed irreparable. And so, I was forced to get a torchlight phone. It was traumatic really. And till date, I have been phoneless (practically…I don’t count a torch light phone as a phone…forgive me but I don’t). And that’s all about my phone situation. I look forward to getting a new phone but for now, I am making do with the one I have.

THE LOST PURSE

This one was very annoying. December last year, I lost my purse by leaving it in a cab. The purse contained about 10k, my bank ATM card and my University’s central library card (till date I haven’t replaced it). I was pained but thankful that I didn’t lose any of my ID cards. However, just last week, the same event repeated itself. I forgot my purse in a cab on arriving Ibadan. I was hurt as all the money I had on me was in it, my ID cards, my ATM cards, hostel ID cards and my room key were in it. It felt as though things could only get worse for me. I couldn’t call home to report that I had lost my purse since I had already lost one previously and didn’t want to be seen as careless and all. So, striving to bear my burden myself, The Lord brought angels my way to help me. I called people who surprised me and responded to my cry for help. I only just collected my new ATM card and now, I am purseless. Lol. I even made a resolve never to use a purse again.

SWOLLEN FACE

Have you ever had an allergic reaction? Seen one before?

Prior to Sunday this week, I would have said a big NO. But it so happened that I woke up on Sunday morning, feeling heavy on my face. I ignored it for a sleepy face. It was not until my sister raised the “swollen face” alarm, that I felt it serious. I immediately took to prayers, and prayed as I was taking my bath. When I was done dressing, I went to check my face in the mirror and was surprised at how different I looked. It was not me in the mirror! Anyways, to hide my face from other church members, I wore sunglasses while in church. People kept asking if I had Apollo since they had seen me a day before at a church member’s wedding, bright faced and okay. I had to go to the doctor’s in between service. I was diagnosed of an allergy, given drugs, injection(it was almost a battle o. I almost cried. I really do hate injections), and a cream to apply. My face went down later that day but the problem that still exists is we do not know what caused the allergy. So now I know I am allergic to something but what it is, still remains unknown.

MANY THOUGHTS ON MY MIND

There honestly are a thousand and one thoughts on my mind. Topping the list is how I will do my internship amidst this looming ASUU strike. The Academic Staff Union of Universities, Nigeria is on strike for reasons I honestly don’t care for. However, the strike seems to be a blessing for me as the Nhef internship offered to me is to begin by 4th of September. I would have had to miss classes and some things in school but for the strike. However, ASUU being unpredictable may call off the strike at any time and that in itself is the cause of my apprehension. But I know that all things work together for my good.

In the midst of all these experiences, the devil tried to lie to me and make me feel bad. He wanted me to change my confession but God saw me through it all, teaching me to trust in His word regardless, to fix my gaze on his promises and to never relent in faith. I still battle my fight of faith but I know that in all these, I am more than a conqueror.

I have learned that usually in life, life interrupts your plans and things rarely ever go as planned.

I pray you have a great week as the week continues and I wish above all things that your faith doesn’t fail.

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IYAWO

Like sperm cells
Fighting to meet with the egg
You are caught in the web
Of competition,
A case of survival
Of the fittest.
You rally,
Bid, vye-
For the position
Of ‘iyawo’.
You have been told
You are the side chick
You know it
But yet, choose to persevere,
To withstand,
To endure:
Thinking that
Perhaps,
Someday,
You will be crowned
With a ring
Having fully passed
The test of loyalty
To a man
Who thinks he is king.
Someday, you’ll be broken hearted
You will sit
and cry
and laugh
And wail
At the fact
That you delayed
In moving on
While aiming for the coveted position
“IYAWO”.

©Opara Chizaram Adaobi

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Knocked out but back stronger!

Hurrrrrrray people! Look who’s back! Meeeeeeeeeeee! Lol. I hope I’m not the only one excited that I’m back from my long writing sabbatical.

Okay, so the story goes thus:
I have been down with writer’s block.:'(:'(:'(

Sad, init? Such a short sad story. And so I wanted to write for you all but writer’s block kept me back. I didn’t want to come here to rant alone.

And a whole lot has happened in the course of the space of time I’ve been away. I made it into the NHEF scholars class of 2017!!! People have been asking what that entails. It just gives me a platform for internship with the best firms in the country.

Can you believe I met Kemi Adeosun? Yes I did. The very minister of finance. She happens to be sister in law to the boss of Kuraimo Capital, the company that runs the NHEF program.
The program was insightful and beautiful. I cannot even say it all here at once.

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I should've cut the picture. Laziness caused this. Had to screenshot it

But when the good news comes about the firm I’ll be interning with, I’ll be sure to keep you all informed.

However, I need suggestions on how to make this blog better. I need to know what interests you when you read my posts…is there something more I should add? Something I should cut back on?
Just drop your comment in the comment box.

In the meantime, I’m learning French too. I also would begin chess lessons next week courtesy Preshylala.

Wish me well.

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©Opara Chizaram 2017

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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©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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©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’s  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 Chief  Solanke’s  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

©Joanne

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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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©Opara Chizaram 2017