GATHERED DUST

“Though we love you but God loves you more”. The priest said. Everyone was dressed in black, my father sat behind us.

 My siblings were drained as a result of unending tears. It was my mom’s burial. The woman that would be lowered to the ground, the rain drizzled outside; the wind blew leaving its bitter taste on my tongue.

It was my dad’s turn to read his tribute, I adjusted on my seat, my eyes glued on his, waiting, listening….watching and then he said…

“….she was a mother to our children. When we started our lives together, I never knew she would leave before me ( he cried) she meant the world to me and to think what I am today is because of Mopelola, but death  would not allow me to enjoy my wife” he stopped to wipe the tears on his cheeks then continued. 

“..I am privileged to be your husband though things will not be the same now that you have left us. I will forever cherish the moments we shared together and please make sure you keep the space next to you in heaven so when I come I can have it ( he sobbed). Though you are not here with us, but you have left five wonderful kids who are replica of your awesomeness. From me, Toye Tipe, Tumu, Tedi, and Tara we say, sleep well our loving mother”.

This is Tara and I am the first child, as I watched my father on the pulpit recited the Zionist propaganda on our mother’s coffin made me want to puke and scream out loud “Liar!! that is who you are dad, you killed our mother” but who would believe my story.

My mother is dead, the mother of mothers is gone, she was not there to defend or better still land a resonating slap on my father’s face. That was the time I wished the dead could talk; I mean defend themselves. He stood there looking pitiful and sober.  The nostalgic feeling came handy for me since she breathed her last breath.  And now I am carried away as the service was on, thinking of how we got here.

At least I knew the reality from age fifteen.  I was with my mum in her room folding clothes, she moved to the wardrobe and then opened it, she brought out the pictures my dad and she took while they grew together in love right from the university days.

MY MUM SPOKE

“ I met your father when I was in part three and he came in as a fresher. He looked appealing and I wanted nothing but him. My course mates dissuaded me from going into a relationship with him, they said a lot of things, “He is your junior, you can’t afford to relegate yourself to the background” but I listened not to them. The drama started when he had to drop out of school.

It was like a whirl wind but as an industrious lady, I took it upon myself to sponsor your father. Despite the ranging storms, we were able to survive. Our love grew so much and we became the focus of gossips. Since I was ahead of him, I started working, preparing for us to settle down. The love we had for each other could not be conquered and our parents were in support.

Though my mother was very skeptical about it but with little persuasions from here and encouragement there that my father inputted; we were good to go.

He joined me in the labour market three years later and we tried all means to get him a job but all efforts failed. We decided to get married on my income. None of this mattered to me because we both loved each other.

Few years later we decided to look for another way out and we both agreed he furthered his studies which I single-handedly sponsored. My work got blessed and I was able to build this house. Lest I  forget, your father actually made me a woman the night of our wedding, at least he waited.”

I stood to fetch my mother a glass of water. It’s true the say that a mismanaged happiness kills faster than depression; because the moment my dad became a man, he started having affairs with the divorced tenant that stayed in our boy’s quarters. My dad was not dignified enough to move far away.

My mum sacrificed everything within her reach to make my dad who he was. My mum could argue with God that her husband was faithful and that was the major collapse she had. She left for work which was her usual practice but then she left one of the documents at home. I could still picture the shaking as she narrated the ordeal.

Since then, my mum developed health issues that later claimed her life. Can this man just be human? No he is an animal; he actually slept with the whore on their matrimonial bed the night she died (his usual practice anyway). Could he just wait for my mother’s corpse to get cold? 

He made sure everything my mum worked for got willed to the slut he was banging, leaving the children with nothing.

The tap of my shoulder jerked me back to reality and the cloud of tears ready to drop couldn’t help itself. I cried out, “Daddy stop!!

Story written by : omolarawrites
Picture Source : Google
Copyright 2018

THE RANTING RAT

The Male Rat is in his hole scratching his back and then a male Squirrel passes by scratching his legs seriously. 

The Rat sees the Squirrel and stops scratching his own back then he says to the Squirrel “How can you be scratching your leg like that oh Squirrel, don’t you see how disgusting this looks and to think you are full of yourself in this jungle” the Squirrel becomes ashamed and he bends his head as he moves away.

Immediately the Rat sees him move away in shame, he begins to laugh and as he laughs he continues to scratch his back.

Moments later, the Rat climbs out of his hole still scratching and then he sees the Squirrel moody and crying. He stops his scratching so the Squirrel will not see that he is doing the same thing he made jest of.  He was going out to see his friends whom are birds of the same feathers.

On his way, he sees other animals carrying water pots, fire woods and bush meat coming from the farm and river; then he stops to great them. “Welcome o, how was farm today?” he snitched “interesting o thank you” they echoed. The look on their faces shows that they are tired from the farm work but then the rat says something that makes them stop and drop their loads. 

“….  Are you aware that the squirrel you all celebrate as the modest of all; whom you are crowing as the leader of hunters tomorrow was busy scratching his leg today? It was very disgusting; he even ate the flies that bit him …… “He jested. The other animals started laughing and saying all sorts on their way home thereby broadcasting what the Rat told them. 

As they pass the Squirrel’s compound, they call him “scratchy scratchy hunter, we thought you are modest”. The female squirrel is not at home to witness this. Hearing this, the male Squirrel begin to cry.

At the night, the male Squirrel lays beside his wife still crying. The female Squirrel is asleep but wakes immediately she hears her husband cry. “darling Squ, why are you crying, you should be rejoicing because tomorrow you are going to be crowned the leader of the hunters in our land, tell me, why is there so much tears dropping” the male squirrel cries the more” huuuuu heeeee hiiiiiii, I am not better thank my ancestors, I don’t want to be crowned the leader….”he wailed.

His wife sits and folds her hands round him. “My love, something must be making you to cry, please tell me” she persuaded then he says. “ I was walking in the bush today, and then my leg began to itch me so I started scratching it, I never knew the rat was in its hole watching me, and then he began to make jest of me and you know I feel incapacitated when I am made jest of huuuuuu heeeeee hiiiii” he cries. “Is that why you refused to eat the delicious and expensive food I made for you this evening?...

Make merry my love and never allow what anyone says to make you feel bad. Have you forgotten that this same rat wanted to be your friend but because of his smell and deceitful life, you kept your distance, don’t expect him to back down easily” she said encouragingly. The squirrel is calm, and then he smiles. “I know the best solution to this, and trust me it will work”.

Early in the morning, the Squirrel wakes up before anyone could and makes his way to the rat’s house. He begins to sing loud and then the Rat wakes up and says “Squirrel you should be crying in shame for scratching your body and eating….” He mocked but the Squirrel cuts him “your frustration is pent up my dear friend, I saw you first yesterday as you were scratching your back,

I pitied you because I know it is not an easy thing, I wanted to help you get the balm you would rub on your back so the itching will stop, but while I was coming I was bitten by an ant and I scratched it. You can say all you want but now I see how weak and frustrated you are, you are done controlling my reactions I am done with you ….” He walks away majestically leaving the Rat lost and defeated.

No man should see himself better than the other. If you have this mind in you it might be a bit difficult to deal with the ones who don’t. analysis has it that the ones who are so keen at making others feel bad about themselves are actually the ones battling with insecurities. They become controlling so as to appear strong and in charge but never are they.

We have screamed it loud but we still have the deaf, we have shown it but we still have the myopic; that life is not a competition because we run different races on different tracks. This I say; when they cannot fathom how you do what you they go about spreading tales in order for them to feel better, gathering together to devote on your matter; making jest of you to make them feel better.

Karl Max says and I quote “It is a bad thing to perform menial duties even for the sake of freedom; to fight with pinpricks, instead of with clubs. I have become tired of hypocrisy, stupidity, gross arbitrariness, and of our bowing and scraping, dodging, and hair-splitting over words”.

There is power in words and men have come to exploit it greatly making it the breaking tools of destruction. But the moment you can keep yourself above them by been happy always, the battle is no more yours to fight. Are you aware that staying happy makes them weak? Don’t just be happy but be intentional about it at the end of the day; the people that are recruited to mock you will multiply themselves to deal with that people that recruited them

You don’t have to chase the happiness you already have, how do I know this? Bertolt Brecht; the great has this to say “Everyone chases after happiness, not noticing that happiness is right at their heels. The law was made for one thing alone, for the exploitation of those who don't understand it, or are prevented by naked misery from obeying it. To live means to finesse the processes to which one is subjugated” just keep your cool and watch them crumble like massive.

“Do not fear death so much, but rather the inadequate life”. Do not fear them, stand tall, do your work and gun after excellence, if you result into sulking like that squirrel did, you will just be fueling their energy; fine if you have sulked but end up defeating them by discountenancing their actions. 

 Are you aware that everyone has his weakness but some have the doctorate degree in feeding off others so as to feel better? If you succumb, you have made them succeed but if you move on, one day too soon they will come and learn “please forgive us and give those tips to us so we can benefit from it as well.”

Look at the rat, he was scratching his back which is worse but then making jest of squirrel. They will make jest of you on your way to fulfilling your destiny, in fact they will recruit others to make mockery but are you aware of the fact that they are so weak? In literature, these set of people are said to be suffering from crisis of consciousness”

Confidence is silent, insecurity is loud” know your worth and stick to it…

WRITTEN BY: omolarawrites

PICTURE SOURCE: Google

COPYRIGHT: 2018

To be cont

TRAGIC SUCCESS

BASED ON A TRUE EVENT

This story might be short, but the events were larger than life

Far away in Oyo State, we visited a woman who wanted us to publish her story.  We drank the wine she served; waited for her to tell her story.

The hesitation became uncomfortable for us but since she was the one who placed the call, we knew she was not kidding.

It was two hours later, and then she began to pour her heart out in hot tears.

My name is Abigail; I am a native of Oyo state. The story I called you to hear is heavy in my heart but I have to let it out. I am married to Mr Ogunnise and a son was released to us. You can call me a successful woman because I was favoured. I need no one to tell me that I am the cause of my misfortune and I want you all to hear my story and let people out there know that God’s time is the best in all we do; whenever we pray for a thing to happen, we should be patient.

I got married at the age of thirty because i couldn’t get a man to propose to me on time. I waited for six years before I had the only child- John (she stopped to wipe her face). After giving birth to him, I developed complications, I had my womb removed. My husband was not happy because he wanted five children. We decided to leave it that way.  The reason why I called for this interview started when I resumed my job in Sinmco Dust Int.

Every man wants promotion in their various fields of work. Working with the state government can be tiring and I had my fill already. I decided to venture into federal but I wasn’t opportune because I could not meet up with the politics played.

For the past twelve years of hard work with Sinmco Dust Intl, I was made to wait for promotion while other staff came and over took me. At a point I was very disturbed but I decided to wait. I was due for a car since I climbed level five but it never came.

Every blessed day I wrote and mentioned it to my superiors but no one seemed ready to assist. My husband persuaded me to hold on but I won’t have any of it. I was due for it and that was all that mattered.

If I was due for a car for the past six years and the ones that got to the job after me got theirs, then something is wrong somewhere. (She paused and then gulped the water before her). I could afford a car but each time I tried, something came up so I decided to pursue the one I would not have to buy with my money.

Luck smiled on me exactly on the seventh year pf waiting; my boss called me and handed over the key of a brand new car. That was it. Prayers answered. I got home and celebrated with my family. Since I had the car, I went for driving lessons.

Hmmmmm, God knows what’s best for us but we are not satisfied. Let me ask you, have you ever prayed for something and it was never done, then later you were grateful the prayer wasn’t answered.

I was in my car one Monday morning. I turned on the ignition and then I reversed. I…..i…. hit something then I heard a loud shout. I rushed out of the car only to see my only child crushed under my wheels, he wanted to bring the phone I left on the table…

This story is as real as you reading it.

While you pray, wait!

Story written by: omolarawrites

Picture source: google

Copyright 2018

TEARS NOT SHED; THE LIGHTS 2

Having settled, my parents got comfortable and then they decided to take us to our home town. We never heard them mention that before, besides, whether our grandparents both paternal and maternal still lived was not known to us so we just believed our generation started yesterday.

They decided we make the visit during Christmas. We packed and off we went. It was fun though, but there is no place like home. We rounded up the visit. On getting home we discovered Tope had a swollen left leg. She was in serious pain but we took it for granted. Few days down the line the leg was so swollen she couldn’t walk.

We started the running to make the leg heal but before we knew it, everything escalated. It was time for her to resume school but she was unable to. That was the beginning of the unforeseen delay. The aspect I would bring out is; for the fact that she was the only one in the house that had to wait for things, now that she couldn’t walk, matters got worse. Her classmates made jest of her but my mom. Oh mummy! (crying) stood by her.

Mothers, please gather around and lets have these words of prayer; to every seed that came forth from your womb, non shall miss, and to every mothers running up and down on a child, the Lord will give your rest on them, peace be stilled. I won’t leave my dad out of this as well because he was there encouraging my mum.

The hot tears that dropped from my sisters eyes cannot be quantified because she had to stay alone at home in a position while we all went to school and my parents to their various places of work. She had no friends, she had no folks but the siblings were there all the way.

COMIC RELIEF

How many of you ganged up against your parents while growing up? Yo right? You are with me; Fantastic. My mum at a point had to start bribing me to be on her side because if any of us should err then we would rally round the person. There was this slag we used “iya ajoje lo maa n dun” (a joint punishment is enjoyable).

PAIN CONTINUED

 I could remember my sister said she would give anything to be like me because I had so much love showered on me. I wouldn’t know about you but for me, I received over one hundred letters from guys but I wasn’t ready for them, I was just too frivolous to be serious.

The leg got so swollen, there were complications. We were told the leg would be amputated.  God forbid! That was not what we bargained for. The light showed at the end of the tunnel when we met a doctor a day to the amputation and he performed the miracle with the help of God.

Tope was saved. As a bright student, she was able to meet up with her studies. Though she used crotches all the way but then things were better.

The core of the story is, Tope had the other side of life full of loneliness and rejection, while the rest of us had so much fun. It was time for her to move to higher institution and then another battle started. I wrote the same exam with her, my admission was fast and smooth; my younger brother did the same. I was already in part two second semester with my brother before my sister gained admission after so many disappointments.

It can only take the grace of God for men to wait for their time. It’s not every delay that is as a result of witches and wizards. The fact that people around us are having what we are struggling to have doesn’t mean we are forgotten or cursed. There is no late coming in destiny fulfillment as long as the fellow rests on God’s words

Tope became daunted and by that virtue she said a lot of discouraging things to herself, but along the line, faith surged up in her and she became encouraged. She started studying her bible and praying. What challenges me till now is, why we were busy with our lives, she interceded for us.

Tope, though you are not perfect but, I am blessed to have you as a sister.

Was she in any relationship? No; it was as if the guys were so blind. To those guys who preyed on naïve and innocent girls, you own fire is burning especially if you fail to repent. By the time she clocked twenty seven, she was all over herself with so much discouragement. While I was counting guys that came to me for relationship, she was counting less than zero. 

There was this brother in our church then that was pretending, he thought he could have his way with my sister but trust me, even if my sister could not fight for herself, I was there posing like mother hen. I made sure I drove all those never serious guys away from her, though she was angry at times but I stood my ground.

TESTIMONY OF IT ALL

With so much years of neglect and pain, she is the most celebrated of the sibling as she is now happily married with three kids (twins of recent). The woman no one wanted because she was strange is now married to a man who would never allow an ant to take a stroll on her.

You only need to see her now. I still have more to write but the testimony continues. As a virgin, she walked majestically into her marriage and for the love of her, I am blessed. Everything we achieved before her, she did and overtook us all. 

You might be walking slowly in your journey of life while others are flying but do you know that you are capable of overtaking them. There is always a pause for every man, some had theirs when they were young, some while they were in higher institution, some while they were trying to get a man to love them, some even got a man but marriage wasn’t surfacing. Or is yours all about having a child, having a desirable job and even breakthrough? There will be a pause but hold on.

Men are not created to have all at once, that is why the time for everyone is there to make things happen when it is right. Your purpose can never be compromised as long as you don’t give up. You might be poor now, but I want you to envisage that time of wealth coming your way one day too soon.

The pause is not a curse.

Story written by : omolarawrites

picture source :Google

Copyright 2018

GRATEFUL HEART

ALL I SAY IS AMEN!!!

VIRGINITY SHOWED THE WAY

BASED ON A TRUE STORY

“Get the ambulance; please someone should call for ambulance”.

“Oh lord please help, noooo don’t move him, he has lost so much blood”

“Ohhhh my legs , someone please help me!!! And I was told not to travel, is the driver still breathing, I don’t know, just get the phone and call. Where is my wife, is she breathing”

“I want to see my baby, is she ok”

“Ooohhhhhhhhhh, ehhhhhhhhh, this is terrible”.

SEVERAL YEARS AGO

In my ten years of practice, I had never taken a bold step into a serious relationship considering what happened between my mum and dad- Divorce. Any child from a broken home is perceived to have two of everything but in my own case, I had only from my mum and she made sure I made her proud. What baffled me was the way she talked about my dad all through; she never said anything hateful despite all he did to her.

I learned to be affectionate from her and my conclusion there and then was- when a man is goodly hearted, no circumstance can stand as a compromise. My mum of course was fine without my dad because she had her job. My advice to every lady out there, no matter what you do,  get something going. I credit my mum for her self-actualization because the divorce was unable to pull any strand from her skin.

I was done with med school and all the ceremonies that accompanied it. My mum was there all along encouraging and assisting. I could remember one of the days she subjected me into the-no-go-area-talk. “Franl, when am I going to meet my daughter-in-law to be?”  She asked over the meal. “Mum, I have told you soon enough, just keep praying for me, besides I am yet to settle down” I explained. 

“But waiting for things to be better to do things will only make room for not doing things” she pursued further. “Mum you know better. I don’t want my marriage to end like… “ I stopped, seeing the pained look on her face. “Mum, I am sorry, I don’t mean to hurt you, but we both know I can’t afford to miss it. Just a little time, that’s all I ask for”. I pleaded. I stood then walked to her side, and placed my hand on her shoulder; that lightened her up. “I know things will work out fine” she said calmly.

Couple of months after; I got a placement in one of the most influential hospitals and it came with a nice apartment and a ride. Life started on top gear and I was ready to navigate. A quick one into my spiritual life.

 I attended a living church (very popular so I won’t like to mention). I was a worker in my church. My pastor and I loved each other so much he brought me close to his family. The love I got from him could not be compared to the ones I got from his wife and children.

I thought I had escaped the marriage talk from my mum, only for my pastor to pick the wheels. I was in his office one day and he interrogated me. “Bro Franl, what you are saying in essence is that there is no sister in this church that has captured your heart?”

TWO YEARS LATER

Life continued for me and things were super grade A awesome. I was on a night call. The regular practice for me was to either read or watch movie if my attention wasn’t needed. When it was, one of the nurses called me to attend to the patient that was rushed in. I dashed out of my room to see the patient. Lo and behold, before me laid an angel; dying.

The thought of lives lost flooded my heart and my head started pounding. Aside been a cardiologist, I could function in other aspect of medicine, but I had my major. She was rushed in unconscious and after nebulizing her, I wrote the test that needed to be done. Pregnancy was negative. “husssh” I exhaled with relief. How has that got to affect me anyways? The result came out and she tested positive to cerebral malaria. 

This is a kind of malaria that affects the brain so she had tried self-medication for the wrong sickness. My call that day was spent in her ward.

Nurses kept telling me to leave her to their care but I wouldn’t have any of it.  Few days later, she was okay to leave. I deliberately changed my call to favour the day she would be discharged. She was still weak in a way and for that; my heart went out to her.  I was with her while she laid on her bed. “You should be careful next time Famik, we almost lost you”. I mustered.

She was discharged. Few days later, a Sunday; I was welcoming the first timer and there she walked majestically beautiful towards me, she swayed graciously and I almost dropped the mic. After the service, I blocked her and from there I got to know she was on holiday visit to her sister, she told me she was in her third year in the university. Where had she been all the while?

In no time we started our relationship and for me, it was the beginning of a new life, old things passed; life just begun. A man would never know the capacity of sacrifice he could make until he fell in love. I became a new creature. In no time, I introduced her to my pastor and then my mum.  

She meant everything to me. As a medical doctor, I had files of beautiful ladies but never would I consider any.

Whoever is familiar with medical profession will understand with me that it takes extra effort to date any lady outside your field because your female colleagues are the ones you are exposed to; right from med school, to housemanship ; then practicing. 

I had never loved a woman the way I loved Famik. I could describe her as God sent because it was well arranged for me. I wouldn’t know if it was divine but it all happened fast and furiously loving. As a cardiologist, I have seen a lot. The conclusion for me was not to get too entangled with anyone so as not to experience the pain of losing your loved ones as half of cadavers in the morgue are as a result of heart related complications.

We talked about everything and then I got to know she was a virgin. She was in my place on a visit and then we got webbed in romance. I was carried away, you know that feeling right? It only takes an impotent man not to stand tall whenever his cookie is close by. She stopped me from going further and then I concurred. “I am a virgin” she breezed into my ears. The effect that word had on me left me unavoidably hard for three days. “God, is this how You work?”. I soliloquized in my office.

A YEAR DOWN THE LINE

Since she was in her third year when we met, we both agreed to wait till she finished with her studies. Kaduna was like moving from my backyard to the living room.  

Six months later, I had an appointment outside the country and it was going to take the next three months. I almost turned it down but Famik encouraged me to go. Did I mention that aside the fact that Famik was a decent girl; she was also a prayer champion. Many at times she stood in gap for me and then there were testimonies to share. I left Lagos for London and each day, my heart longed to be with the woman I could die for. While I was away, we started the planning process for our engagement.

The trip was a success. I did not mention it to Famik that I would be coming back before the end of my appointment. I missed her so much I lost concentrations.

NOW

My car was with the mechanics and it didn’t look like he was going to deliver it soon. I had to visit Famik. I went straight to the garage to board the bus and we were on our way. We were twenty minutes close to Kaduna then the bus lost control, the speed was high and all I did was pray. I had to make that journey; I consoled myself, as long as I would be seeing my love.

We ran into a ditch. Long story short; it was three out of twenty five passengers that survived. I was fine, nothing went wrong. I objected to any medical treatment as all I had in mind was to see Famik.

It was exactly 2:00 O’clock A.M. I dragged myself to her door. I exhaled. Then I could hear the sound of love making. No, it’s not my Famik. I knocked the door then I heard her moaned “I’m Cumming”!!! "Yeah ! baby cum for me" the guy screamed  

I tried to calm down; waited for fifteen minutes and then she managed to open the door after Cumming. She was shocked to the bone. Her confession was, she had been having sex from age ten and then she deceived me all along. What if I had died in that accident?

 The man whose story is written above is now happily married and out of the country; All to the glory of God and for that sister, we know nothing of her anymore.

story written by :omolarawrites

picture source: google

copyright 2018

"someone that does not know and he doesn't know that he doesn't know and does not want to know what he doesn't know is a FOOL"

IS THIS HELP?

As much as we love to try new things, break grounds, even take risks; its fine but when it comes to making mistakes, you don't want to make all because you are not going to live long if you make one mistake too many.

Crying is not a weakness.

This is Denny's story..

"Mummy I promise to visit next weekend, trust me". she toggled a picture on facebook. Speaking with her mom came handy and she was never ready to.

She was the favourite of everyone who came her way, not because of  her beauty or charisma, but the fact that she was never going to treat anyone less than they posed to be. She of course the only child of her parents and that made it An-Everest mountain-kind-of-love. She couldn't deal with it at a point.

One of the days, she was visiting her parents in order to debate the next line of action. Her dad was out of the country so she decided to wait till he came. Her dad could be defined as a man who wanted all things bright and shinning, moving and flourishing, but these and more never metamorphosed into pride for Denny. i don't really know where she picked her selflessness from but whatever it was, it worked for her and that made her the cynosure of every eye.

The visit birth the job her father was working on. Though she knew she  was employable but there are some decisions she would love to make on her own.

What do you expect of a lady who saw everyone as good because she had a good heart. At a point she had to read phenomenon stories in order for her to have another perspective of life. For people who are in this category, wait and read, you don't want to know how well life can take a turn.

Maybe a little slide into her love life would help you understand her better. She was never the kind of lady, who wanted sex in relationship and that made her stare clear of it. She was gossiped to be proud but never would she unplug her ears to listen to the shenanigans and razzmatazz coming from the cerebral-deficient male counterparts.

She had friends but was not so keen in bringing them close to her as she wouldn't want anyone to take advantage of her. The night mare started when she resumed her first job...  then the melodrama begins