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If you are ready to be disown, just try to go pack your things, when you hear, leave my house now. Your mind go touch ground
So I see how children nowadays, will misbehave and when the parents touch them, they insult their parents and pack out.
I’m leaving, I’m leaving your house, it’s baffling and in always flabbergasted and I laugh. And the parents will start begging them to stay back, of looking for them.
Dem no born your papa well, I say, dem no born your papa, in those days, try am you go regret your life.
If you are ready to be disown, just try to go pack your things, when you hear, leave my house now. Your mind go touch ground
Who born you those days.
So one day, I was 18 or 19, if I’m not mistaken, I went out with my friends to their place to study. But I stayed till late at night, I think past 9 or to 10.
I was actually with a friend, a boy that was crushing on me. So I forgot myself and the time.
When I got home, when there was no phone to be enough for even adults then.
I came back late, the door and everywhere was already locked. Some of my siblings were already asleep, my dad.
He doesn’t sleep until everyone is complete in the house, I came back, I was sweating from anus.
When I realized what I’ll be getting into literally, I was just sneaking.
As I knocked at the door, I get headache already, because I know say, nobody go save me.
My father stand come open door, he was even welcoming and embracing me. Have you eaten? Are you sure you’re fine?.
Aah, na Jesus wan come likdis abi na me dey confuse my confusion likdis?. I said in my mind.
Na greetings and food that man ask me so, abi na my ear and brain dey pain me?.
In the morning, because if they allow your destructive punishment till morning, you will finish your own chores before it starts.
I finished everything, when it was time for food, that was when my father called me, I answered. I thought he wanted to send me on errand or something.
I smile dey go answer. Okay where are you coming from, abi where were you yesterday.
I said. Sir? I mean I went to study with my friends sir, for our exams waec.
He said to me. You don’t mean it, it’s alright, I’m coming. Because my father cannot slap you, if he does, you will see the other side of life.
He carry long cane, hold my hands, he finished the long cane on my bumbum and all my body. Oh God, I cried, I called Jesus.
For where, Jesus don comot hand for my matter that time, he say make nobody call am abeg.
When he finished destroying and giving me sense, he asked that I should go and pack my things and leave his house.
That I have started knowing me, as I was staying over in a man’s house, I will go and show him my boyfriend.
Which boyfriend, abi I wan die? I know boyfriend that time?.
Because of the beatings, I gather mind, go pack my things. I just carried my one ghana must go that time.
Na best traveling back be that, those days, most expensive sef. I carry, cry no gree me see road well, my father no talk, he just dey look me.
As I comot come, I just land one leg for one step, as I wan land for the other step. See slap from nowhere…waaaaam for my ear. A very serious brain resounding and resetting slap.
It grab all my face, jor and ears and neck, before I say, Jesus is lord and jack robbinson. Another one, waaaaaam.
So you’ve grown, you had the guts to go out with a boy in this life at this age, and in this house, your father punish you.
Said you should leave his house, instead of apologizing, you dare went in to take the clothes. That you didn’t buy even panties for yourself.
Now drop all the clothes I bought for you and your father did, panties and all, get out of the house.
My father said, are you joking with her? She will meet me. He continue eating his food.
See beatings, dem ask you to pack out of the house and you were packing to leave. Leave to where? Which of my sister’s house or your uncle.
You dare not, you will sleep on the road and inside gutter, idiot. Unam ikot, etok mfem (cockroach).
Get out of here, leave my house now, you have grown, hair in your armpit has entered your brain.
Before she finished, my father came back. Beatings seriously. I asked you to leave my house, instead of to plead, you pack out.
You dare went inside and pack your things? Now get out, idiot.
My brothers and sisters, na me use my legs carry the Ghana must go bag, go out back inside. Correct beating with pleading.
If you see as I dey crawl back inside dragging my ghana must go for hand, I enter kitchen pack all the plates everybody used chop that morning.
I wash everything, I find work dem no send me, with tears, if my parents for take forgive me.
No food for me that day, for that singular insult. For even daring packing my things to go where sef first first.
I regret my life, I regret going out, I regret, daring to go pick.
All my mind, I fit say, my papa go shout me say, come back abeg, I was joking.
Who born you, I mean who raised you, to dare think, such miracle will happen, in those days?.
In our days, you dare not do anyhow, you do anyhow, you go see anyhow.
My people of God, since that day. If anybody misbehave and they beat you, and either my father or mother said, leave my house.
Na that time you go enter kitchen go find work wey dem no send you do, still dey beg dey kneel down beg.
I those days, home training was the best and we appreciate our parents of those days.
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I’m 21 years old. My dad abandoned me, but he suddenly showed up two months ago. I only found out about him when I was 10, But right now I’m having sexual urge for him
“I’m 21 years old. My dad abandoned me, but he suddenly showed up two months ago. I only found out about him when I was 10. He used to work for my grandparents as a house help when he was 16. My mom was 19 then. They had an affair, and she got pregnant with me.
My grandparents took my mom to Ghana while she was pregnant. Now, 21 years later, my mom decided to relocate, and that’s how she and my dad reunited. I was amazed to see my dad for the first time. He’s young and handsome. But after a while, things changed. I realized I don’t feel that father-daughter bond between us. To be honest, I’m sexually attracted to my dad. I’ve been in relationships before, but I’ve never felt this way. I’m currently in my third relationship, but I’m losing interest in my boyfriend.
Sometimes, I unknowingly flirt with my dad. I think he might feel the same way, but he doesn’t say anything. Lately, I’ve been jealous of my mom, especially when they’re intimate. I listen or peek through the door. I feel like if I could just be with him once, I’ll stop having this urge. We’ve been separated for a long time, and we don’t share a bond. My mom traveled back to Ghana two days ago and will be back in two weeks. I’m left alone with my dad, and the temptation is strong.
Please, is there something I can do to stop this urge? I’m really trying.”
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Roman Catholic Reverend Father Michael Ogochukwu Ezeh and Reverend Sister Claire Chioma O. Set to Tie the Knot
The path of love is often unpredictable, leading people to unexpected places, and it seems to have done just that for Reverend Father Michael Ogochukwu Ezeh and Reverend Sister Claire Chioma O. The couple, who have found a deep connection in each other, are now preparing to celebrate their love through the holy sacrament of marriage. The event is scheduled to take place on the 26th of October, 2024, at St. Phillip Catholic Church, Port Harcourt, where they will exchange vows and embark on this new chapter of their lives together.
Reverend Father Michael, hailing from Enugu State, and Reverend Sister Claire, originally from Afikpo North in Ebonyi State, come from strong Catholic backgrounds. Their lives, dedicated to the service of the Church, saw them traverse the paths of religious devotion, spirituality, and community service, until eventually finding love in each other. Their decision to step into matrimony, having both embraced celibacy at different points, comes as a unique and bold testament to the beautiful surprises life can offer.
The journey of transitioning from religious service to a committed marital relationship is indeed an extraordinary one for Father Michael and Sister Claire. Traditionally, members of the Catholic clergy adhere to vows of celibacy and service. Yet, some, having deeply discerned their calling, may find themselves choosing the path of marriage, feeling that their love for one another is in alignment with God’s purpose for their lives.
Their decision serves as a poignant reminder that love knows no boundaries. It is a beautiful demonstration that one’s commitment to God and spirituality does not necessarily end with the choice to share life with another person. Instead, it could signify a new form of serving God—through the sacred union of marriage.
The wedding ceremony at St. Phillip Catholic Church in Port Harcourt promises to be a significant event. With the blessing of family, friends, and the church community, Father Michael and Sister Claire’s union will be celebrated in a traditional Catholic mass, officiated by church leaders who support their decision to marry. The couple has extended invitations to fellow clergy members, friends, and well-wishers, asking for prayers and blessings as they prepare for this sacred moment.
The event will undoubtedly attract attention, not just within the local Catholic community but also across Nigeria. Their journey serves as an inspiration to many, showcasing that love and faith can indeed walk hand-in-hand, and that every love story is unique in its path to fulfillment.
Reverend Father Michael and Reverend Sister Claire’s story is a testament to the power of love. Their courage in choosing to follow their hearts, even if it means taking an unconventional path, reminds us all that love is indeed a beautiful and transformative force. It has the power to transcend expectations, societal norms, and even religious traditions when it aligns with one’s understanding of divine purpose.
As the couple gets ready to walk down the aisle, we extend our heartfelt congratulations and wish them a lifetime of happiness, love, and shared faith. May their journey together continue to inspire others to embrace love in all its forms.
Let’s raise a toast to the soon-to-be newlyweds and celebrate their beautiful union! Congratulations to Father Michael and Sister Claire, as they embark on this blessed and exciting journey together.
You need to understand your own cultural identity; otherwise, you will keep seeing yourself as those who control the mainstream media see you, rather than how you really are. For example, Yoruba, Hausa, Fulani, Igbo, Ijaw and Edo are not tribes.
A tribe is a small group of primitive people, existing in a traditional society, subdivided into families and communities connected by a common language and ancestry.
Going by that definition, supported by the Oxford English Dictionary, most Nigerian ethnicities are not tribes. They are ethnic nationalities.
So, why do we use the term tribe to describe our ethnic identity? It is because the colonialists deliberately used the word tribe to make you look and feel inferior.
Just as they beat Kunta Kinte in the fictional TV series Roots, until he recanted and replaced his real African name with the slave name Toby, so did the colonialists browbeat you and I until we accepted that we were tribesmen and tribeswomen.
Take the Yorubas, for example. The Olukumi Omoluabi are found in large numbers in Nigeria, Brazil, Benin, Togo, Sierra Leone, and Cuba and are scattered throughout the Caribbean.
Hausa and Yoruba are Africa’s second and third most prominent indigenous languages.
Ndi’Igbo have significant indigenous populations in Cameroon and Equatorial Guinea.
Yet, members of these groups use the word tribe to describe themselves.
Each of these sub-nations has a population far in excess of the population of Belgium, which has 11.7 million people of primarily Flemish origin.
But since you were born, have you ever heard the Flemish people being described as a ‘tribe’? So, why refer to your ethnicity as a tribe?
Look, if a cat wants to grow and become a lion, it must stop chasing mice. If Nigeria is to become a great nation, we must remove the subliminal barriers and glass ceilings that the colonialists put in our minds.
Take a look at these Ife Bronzes. They are a thousand years old and show Olukumi Omoluabi people fully dressed, wearing jewellery and holding iron tools.
How could you be this advanced a thousand years ago and still believe you are a tribe?
Belgium did not exist a thousand years ago, and they are a nation, but you, who existed over a thousand years ago, are a tribe? Make that make sense to yourself.
It is time to make a mental shift. Do not use the word tribe to describe yourself or your ethnicity. You are an individual member of an ethnic nationality. Once you understand that, how you see yourself and allow others to treat you will change.
And while you are at it, give up your suave slave name and start bearing an original African name.
The right people will like you better if you just be yourself rather than who you are not. Bear your heavy African name. Take a poll. Whether Aliko Dangote, Kemi Badenoch, Ngozi Okonjo Iweala, Wake Adeyemo, Chimamanda Adichie, Tope Awotona, or Bayo Ogunlesi, the most successful Black Africans bear their African names, not European, Jewish or Arabic names.
And wear your cultural attire. It does not look funny. That is your inferiority complex, speaking. And refuse to bleach. Organic cream is an organic fraud. You can be Black and beautiful. Solomon wrote the only love letter in the Bible for a Black woman (Songs of Solomon). Your Blackness is your greatness. Please don’t get in the way of it. Instead, get in line with it!
Reno Omokri
Gospeller. Deep Thinker. #TableShaker. Ruffler of the Feathers of Obidents. #1 Bestselling author of Facts Versus Fiction: The True Story of the Jonathan Years. Hodophile. Hollywood Magazine Humanitarian of the Year, 2019. Business Insider Influencer of the Year 2022.
