WINTER COAT .

‘‘ hmmm…. ( where do i start from….ok, here we go)…..)
this is Sandra…

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(beautiful isn’t she ?) a typical African beauty who was fortunate to graduate from college with the best of results and luckily got a job with Agip( an oil company in port Harcourt) she is 25 with a body that is the envy of every woman but unfortunately to the guys and colleagues, she is taken! ( in a relationship, though complicated) by HIM…

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‘‘hmmmm….hope i got him right..” OK. Jackson is a basket ball player based in lagos, with lots of busy schedules and his team members to spend time with,(u know how it is when you are a celebrity) though he has a lot of cash to through around and to make Sandra’s life comfortable, calls once he is free ( which in not always) but that is not what a girl need ( u know like security, being there for her,providing a shoulder to cry on when she has the need,bla.. bla…blaa….) so most times she is lonely and in need of a guy to hang out with so she got close to this guy ( real close…)

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johnbosco is a normal guy, hard working, smart, reserved in fact  the perfect picture of a good guy. johnbosco is a colleague to Sandra, they are in the same department in the office (public relations) fortunately, both stay in the same neighborhood and obviously both went  to work and came back together. it wasn’t long before both became besties….(NORMALLL…) the truth was, Sandra found everything she was missing in Jackson all in Johnbosco, she was so comfortable with him to the point of sharing her relationship issues with him, how lonely she was, how she crave for a perfect guy like him;
‘‘i wish i have met you before now, you are the perfect guy i have always wanted, do you know he beats me when ever i visit him ? he abuses, i mean nothing  to him, he is never there for me, oh… i wish i could leave him…” she will tell Johnbosco.
‘‘ then why don’t you leave him ?” john would always ask
‘‘oh, i cant, am scare i may not get some one to start a new relationship with”
‘‘ you know i am always here for you” John would answer.
poor John, he never knew he was just a temporary fence to hang on, hoping that Sandra would love him and soonest she would set things right by calling it quit with her basket ball player of a boyfriend and love him properly (awww… what a dream). he took her to the saloon, went to the market for her when she doesn’t feel like doing it herself (which was like always) loan her money when she ran out of cash ( which she doesnt pay back often) stayed over at her appartment after  work to finish her unfinished work in the system while she slept for she was always tired after the day’s work ( so sweeeeeet….. such a nice guy)

poor John, when he though everything is working his way ane that he has succeeded in making Sandra love him with his niceness and good deeds but he had another thing coming. surely, Sandra was enjoying the whole attention, nice deeds, pampering, caring and love gestures and John was over the moon for he was finally going out with a hot babe (or so he thought)
then the story took a new turn ( dam… dam….dam…….#suspense movie soundtrack# ) Sandra suddenly stopped waiting for him before and after work, avoided him in the office, stopped moving with him and refused talking to him or picking his calls. Worried at the new twist, John decided to pay her a visit one Sunday at her apartment, he could hear sounds of laughter and murmur of two persons that are lost in one another, when he touched the door in attempt to knock, the door cracked open and he let himself in, there he saw them, HIS OWN SANDRA!!! with a guy cuddling and didn’t even notice he was there. he cleared his throat to announce his presence and they reluctantly looked up at him;
‘‘who are you ?” the new guy asked
looking at Sandra for explanation, he was short of words and Sandra did the introduction sooooo well
‘‘Jackson meet my colleague in the office Johnbosco, Johnbosco meet Jackson MY MAN” (she was beaming with smiles like some one whose husband just came back from ECOMOG peace keeping )
Johnson was as speechless as a dumb fellow, to salvage the situation, Sandra stepped in again
‘‘John please, i will see you tomorrow at the office, you should have called me before coming, as you can see i am busy right now” 
and he left without a word, out of her house and out of her life. that was the end of a relationship that never happened. Sandra needed a winter coat and he willingly offered more than a coat. he felt so used, tricked and cheated.
‘‘ its not fair ” he mourned but life love itself is not fair for ‘‘NICE GUYS”
here he is;

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mending his broken heart. poor John………..
what is your thought towards this situation ? lets have a conversation…….

WHEN LOVE HURTS- EPISODE 3 ( CONTAINS BROKEN ENGLISH)

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with olamide now soundly sleeping on the mat, she was left alone curling at the edge of the mat with her legs folded in front of her. she allows her eyes to roam around the tent she is, which is over populated with people and the air, too stuffy and hot as people fight to grab the available oxygen.

she could her the loud snores of people that produce some cacophonous, frog like rythm and wonders how people could be so far from what they once called home and easily adopt to the sudden pitiable change that fate suddenly throws at them.

‘‘ kpam!! ” she slaps her left arm as she was trying to kill a mosquito that was feasting on her blood.‘‘ what ‘s the use”  she said to her self, with many mosquitoes singing chorus in her ears as if to tell her something, where will she start from in shoving them off and to think that these little insects are so bold, daring her for a fight ‘‘mtcheeeewwwww” she hissed.

she could hear the crying of a baby from the other end of the tent and the angry scold of the mother, ‘‘ surely ugly situations like this has a way of robbing people of love and care, leaving them with anger, resentment and frustration”. she looked at her son Olamide again now covered with sweats that has already soaked the cloths he is putting on. the cloth was giving to them by an organization of Muslim women in the barrack where they are taking refuge. she removed his cloth and wiped the sweat streaming down his body like water.

‘‘ what was his life before this unrest?  was he living like a prince or were they managing life ? who was his father ? was his father prominent and well to do ? ” she couldn’t tell, ‘‘Nigeria has succeeded in striping  us of all we had and hold dear and pushing us in the cold naked and half dead, wondering like dead men with their eyes socked inside their heads filled with emptiness like zombies”. it doesn’t matter now who he was before, what matters is that he is now her son. Even though he may not make up for the family she lost, but she is going to love him and nurture him as if he is a thousand sons.

Tomorrow, they will leave this place. one of the women from the organisation has told her in confidence that a lorry will arrive tomorrow morning with supplies and if she is lucky, she can follow the lorry back to the west. she know she doesn’t need a supply, what she need  is to get back to her people and she can do anything to achieve that, even if it means squeezing herself and her son inside a sack at the back of the lorry.

making sure nobody is watching, she untied the end of her wrapper and looked at the money the good woman gave to her to keep in case of any difficulty, ‘‘hmmmm…” she sighed ‘‘ even in our darkest moment, fate sure have a way giving us the tiniest of smiles” she thought.

not wanting to remember the ill and the cruelty life has treated her with this past few days, she was determined to look ahead, calling every abuse and emotional turmoil she has as a sacrifices for the only thing she now has, the only child left for her now to call son. looking down once again at him she knew that her life now centres on him, fate has brought him to her and she woun’t let go.

‘‘ we leave at the wake of dawn my child, to stay with my people, there the memory of the past will be erased from you and you will only see me as the only mother you know. i will see my children in you and will give you the best i can get. ” Olamide made a sound as if in agreement while she pet him softly with her right hand, wiping a drop of tear with the other.

                                               …to be continued          

THE AFRICAN MOTHER

any across Nigeria will be celebrating a baby’s delivery today. Labour has ended with smiles, cheers and thanksgiving.
They say birthdays, funerals, weddings and naming ceremonies are the commonest social pastimes in Nigeria.

Cue music……..
What with the dancing, the food, the drink, the rituals…kolanut, salt, honey, the Pastor, the Imam, the Priest…
Pregnancy and labour have been vanquished.
Baby is well….mother is –

Stop the music …..
Today, in Africa, the most dangerous day in a woman’s life is the birth day!
Almost one third of all maternal deaths globally are concentrated in two countries: India and Nigeria!

Globally, an estimated 289 000 women died during pregnancy and childbirth in 2013, a decline of 45 percent from levels in 1990.
Most of them died because they had no access to skilled routine and emergency care. Since 1990, some countries in Asia and Northern Africa have more than halved maternal mortality.

There has also been progress in sub-Saharan Africa. But here, unlike in the developed world where a woman’s life time risk of dying during pregnancy and childbirth is 1 in 3700, the risk of maternal death is very high at 1 in 38. Increasing numbers of women are now seeking care during childbirth in health facilities and therefore it is important to ensure that quality of care provided is optimal.

Globally, over 10 percent of all women do not have access to or are not using an effective method of contraception. It is estimated that satisfying the unmet need for family planning alone could cut the number of maternal deaths by almost a third.

Most maternal deaths are preventable.  By far the commonest cause is bleeding; bleeding during pregnancy, while in labour or soon after delivery of the baby.
Infection, disorders related to high blood pressure, AIDS and prolonged obstructed labour make up a significant amount.  Abortion, anaemia, embolism and rarely ectopic pregnancy make up the rest.

The Millennium Development Goal #5 set in 1990 aspires (a) to reduce maternal deaths by 75 percent from 1990 to 2015; and (b) achieve universal access to reproductive healthcare services by 2015.

As of 2011 Sub-Saharan Africa (including Nigeria) had the highest number of births to women between 15-19 years of age in the world: 117/1000 women, relatively unchanged from 123 in 1990.
Early childbearing poses great risk to mother and child.

Another problem is family planning. In Nigeria, large differences in contraceptive use persist between urban/rural populations, rich/poor people, and the educated/uneducated. Healthcare during pregnancy is important and must be provided by “skilled and equipped health personnel”…i.e. a doctor, nurse or midwife.

MDGs Report
An important document titled “Nigeria 2013 MDGs Report” has been released on the NPHCDA.org website.
It states:  “…the maternal mortality rate is 350/100,000 against the target of 250. The proportion of births attended by skilled health personnel is currently 53.60% against the target of 100 per cent and antenatal care coverage (at least one visit)” * the WHO recommends at least 4 visits!* “is currently 67.7 per cent.”

The Federal Government has established a MDGs Acceleration Framework (MAF) for MDG 5 that they believe” will enable all the targets of MDG 5 to be achieved by 2015.”
We are less than 500 days to the deadline.
Nigerian women, daughters, sisters and mothers are waiting.