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A Worthy Cause

It was Saturday, July 14 at exactly 8:47am, still sleeping when I got a call from a lady and she introduced herself as Shola. She went on to say that she was calling on behalf of The Future Award committee. In that instance I was wondering while she was calling when she said, “We have being trying to get your phone number for days and we just did. Because I want to inform you that you have being nominated for The Future Award…” the line went dead.

I quickly called to confirm what I just heard (smiling). And she picked.

“Hello, this is Ejiro”, I said.

“So, sorry I ran out of credit”, she said.

“No, problem,” I replied.

She concluded that #SaveOke campaign which went viral few months ago and had a huge success was recognized and was nominated for the Best Use of New Media Category.

June 30, 2012. The day, Oke arrived Lagos from India where he undergo several surgeries in regards to his feet.

I was beyond words, I couldn’t believe that an idea agreed upon by few friends to raise funds for Oke’s surgery could one day become distinguished amongst many great cause in this country.

She requested for my details and other information.

By Tuesday, July 17,2012 I received an email for The Future Award working committee on details about the nomination. I found out that I was in a category with some bright minds and distinguished young people, like Japheth Omojuwa, Seun Fakze (Beacons), Ediong Umoh (NigeriaNewsDesk), Gidi_Traffic etc. This show that the nomination of #SaveOke campaign was a worthy cause and we deserve to win.

Please, vote #SaveOke as the Best Use of New Media category for TFA 2012.

Kindly, vote for us, by sending an SMS, “TFA, #SaveOke, Best Use of New Media” to 33120 (all network). SMS cost N50 only. Also, votoing can be done online via link below:

Once you submit your vote online, you will receive a message in your mail box, click on the link in your box confirm vote.

You can only vote with one email online but you can vote countless times via SMS

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*There is nothing more powerful than an IDEA whose time has come – Victor Hugo*

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My journey and its path with Okeoghene Ighiwotho – Part 2

Hey, everyone. Alot of people have requested that I concluded my story about Oke. I apologize that this post is coming late, I have being really stressed out with work and managing Lagos hectic lifestyle. However, I know that going back to my village is not an option *laughing*

The Visit

February 25, 2012, it was sanitation day as usual being the last Saturday of the month.  I had already made plans with Erobo Mayuku (Nee Igbrude); I was going to ride with her down to Festac to visit Oke.  My car was vandalized three weeks back at Surulere and I had just gotten it the previous day from the Insurance company but was not willing to drive Etiosa (smiling……named my car after my bini name) down to Festac.

We had to pick other classmates on our way to Oke’s house in Festac Town. By the time we got to his house we were four in number (Erobo, Chinedu Elue, Chinedu Osamah and I).  I had thought we were going to be more in number but I guess others already had personal commitments to attend.  However, Thelma Mordi was on-time to join us.

He was sitting on sofa right at the entrance of his house, as I walked in my eyes went straight to his feet. They were all banged up and clutches were by his side. I did not know how to react; this was a guy that I had little or no knowledge about and here I was standing at the entrance of his house wondering if it was proper to greet him as a friend.

And then I saw the smile on his face already welcoming me as if we were buggies and I did the only right thing I could do at that moment and said, “Hello, my name is Ejiro Gegere” and I gave him a hug.

We took our seat and suddenly the room became silent, I guess we were each waiting for someone to say a word and I couldn’t help but wandered how difficult it is to visit someone in pain or in serious ailment because no matter the words of comfort you say, you can never understand another’s pain.

“So, are you the only one at home?” I asked.   “No, my parent are around and my cousin is in his room”, he said.

Another awkward moment of silent.

“So, when did you find out that you were diabetic?” I asked again.

He breathed deep and smiled. “Well, it stayed when I was 12 years old. I was living my life as a regular boy until I fell ill in my JSS2. When, I found out that I was diabetic, my parent had to withdraw me from F.G.C, Warri to Command Secondary, Ojo just to make sure they can monitor me here in Lagos,” he said.

The conversation was becoming really emotional, as we sat quietly listening to Oke tell us his story just as we sat years ago listening to Tales by Moonlight or Story land on TV. I began to hold back tears and kept sniffling in air.

We presented a cash gift and other items, spoke to his family, laughed and joked about our days in FGC, Warri and prayed with him.

Then we took our leave. My heart was heavy and I couldn’t wait to getting into the car before I told my friends that we have to come up with better ideas to raise funds for Oke’s surgery because our currently plan might just take forever.

Social Media:#SaveOke

For weeks, we (Federal Government College, Warri. 1999/2000 set) have being deliberating on how to raise the funds (N5 million) for Oke’s surgery. We wrote letters to various organisations, associations and individual and it all seems we were moving at a very slow pace.
I had just received pictures of Oke’s feet which were taken and used by Vanguard newspapers for a publication about Oke.  I remember, the moment I saw the pictures like it happened today. I had just gotten to Ikota shopping center, Ajah to visit the gym that evening after work, when I decided to view my mails on my Galaxy Tab. Immediately, I saw the pictures, I threw my tab away and it fell on the back seat of my car. I began to shake; I could not imagine anyone and not even Oke living with his feet in that state for six years. I was so scared; I had to call off my gym time that evening and ran home. I shared the pictures with my classmates on our bbm group that evening. Deep into the night, I could sleep, I kept awake for hours and left the light in my room still switched on for fear that something might happen to my feet if I slept in the dark.

During the week, I got a call from my friend, Niyi Adeosun that he had sent the pictures and details about Oke to Linda Ikeji and had pleaded that we needed financial assistance for Oke’s surgery from Nigerians.  On March 17, 2012 we waited anxiously to read Oke’s story on Linda Ikeji’s blog and by evening his story was published on her blog.

Oke’s story on Linda Ikeji’s blog changed everything for him; people began to talk about it via all social networks and the #SaveOke project was born. The next day an online payment channel was set up for him to enable people make their contributions to his account and it was through the post on Linda Ikeji’s blog that the Delta State governor, Dr. Emmanuel Uduaghan heard about Oke’s case and decided to pay for all medical expense for Oke’s surgery in India.

The Scam Claim

Oke was on admission at a hospital on the island and I often visit him at the hospital after work before heading home.

Tuesday, March 19, 2012, I had just walked into Oke’s room when I noticed his gloomy face initially; I thought he was in pain or ill due to his ailment.

He greeted me briefly but I was so eager to press on when he said, “Ejiro, have you heard? People are saying that I am a scam and the news is over the internet.”

I was shocked. “Where, did you hear that from,” I exclaimed.

“This lady, Ify from Nairaland came to my house during week and said that she came to verify my story that was posted on Linda Ikeji’s blog. So, she spoke to me, asked me some questions which I answered, now she goes back to say that I was wearing a trainer (sneaker) when she came to my house and that I was not even at home and someone with my feet shouldn’t be able to walk or go out,” he said pained.

I was pissed; I dialed her number right away. I wanted to put her in her place and tell her to withdraw the post from Nairaland but sadly our conversation did not go as planned.

We all know that bad information spread like wide fire, especially in Nigeria and when it involved money. Oke kept on receiving calls from the public about the Nairaland story and some people were mean. I couldn’t leave his hospital room; I couldn’t leave my friend in such a devastating state. I was so worried and I called everyone, I knew you could help contact Nairaland to pull down their story from their site.

I remember what Oke said to me that evening, like it happened today. “The most painful part of this story is not that I opened my door to welcome her into my house but that my surgery which I have being waiting to have in the last six years is finally here and she wants to take it away from me.” And then the tears fell.

The most important thing at that moment was that my friend’s story was true, his family and friends were behind him and his health was our priority. Ify from nairaland (as we called her) never matters then and never still matter to us now.

His Departure

It was Sunday, April 1, 2012; I woke up so anxious and excited because Oke was leaving for India.  His family and friends has come together to see him off to the airport. The mood was joyful, this day was a dream come true, and I cannot even imagine his thoughts. Oke has being bedridden for six years, like his whole life is put on pulse.

As he was wheeled away to go board his flight, I was sad because I was going to miss my friend but happy because I knew that when he gets back he will surely fulfill his promise to dance with me.

Note: Oke got back to Nigeria on Saturday, June 30, 2012 and he is currently recovery from his surgeries on both feet. So, as you guessed I am still waiting for my dance with Oke.

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My journey and its path with Okeoghene Ighiwotho

First, I want to apologise for not having posted any story this year. I have been so busy with work and family events. However, I do hope to keep my blog running with posts as often as possible.

This post is about my dear friend, Okeoghene John Ighiwotho. His story might not be new to you but new to others. Oke was bedridden for six years due to a diabetic foot. Over the course of recent development, a lot of people have stood by him and others have doubted the authenticity of his story and have called him names ranging from scamper to fraudster. So, I thought this will be a great avenue to share with everyone my daily account and experiences with Oke. This is a story about hope, strength, faith, prayers, friendship, support, unity, love and the power of social media.

Oke & I on the way to the airport. This picture was taken on April 1, 2012.

How it all began

It was a regular, Sunday evening, on February 19, 2012. I was placing my clothes, shoe and bag in preparation for work, the next day when I saw the red notification light, twinkling on my blackberry. At first I wanted to ignore the notification and finish what I was doing before reading my messages. I had just taken one step towards my wardrobe when I hit my right big toe at the edge of the bed, Aargh!!!

Finally, I sat down to grind on the pain coming from my toe and decided to view the messages on my phone. It was a message on Facebook from an ex-classmate (Federal Government College, Warri), Kevin Okeleke.  Kevin is someone we often describe among ourselves as forward driven, committed and compassionate, someone I personally admire and respect.

Screenshot on the Facebook message from Kevin Okeleke

So, when I read his message and Vanguard’s publication on Oke’s case, I knew it was serious and something I had to look into immediately. As usual, my classmates decided that I should inform others and see to them raising funds for Oke’s surgery. Oke’s surgery and up-keep expenses was estimated at N5million (Whoa!!! you would say), but our target was N1milion. We were hoping that we will get 200 people amongst our classmates to make a minimum contribution of N5, 000 but we never did.

By the end of that week, we were able to raise N300, 000 (part of this fund was paid directly into Oke’s account).

The Call

Till this moment, so many people assume that Oke and I were best friends right from our FGC, Warri school days and have doubted the fact that we have never spoken all our lives until February 23, 2012. I was still at the office, when it hit me that we had not informed Oke that we were coming to visit him the next day. His phone and house were already posted by Kevin on Facebook. A lot of my classmates have called but I hadn’t.

I guess I was afraid to call him because we did not know each other and I did not know the right words to say to him considering his ailment.

I could hear his caller tune ‘I have a dream’ by Martin Luther King, my hand was shaking and I was praying he would not pick and I would just send an SMS.  Then I heard a voice, “Hello”, it was him… It was the most serene voice I have ever had in my life. (Call Oke and find out… laughing).

“Hi, my name is Ejiro Gegere”, I said with so much emphasis, expecting him to remember my name because I won the Most Popular Female Student in my set at FGC,Warri.

There were few seconds pause, and when I knew that my name will never click, I added, “I was in FGC,Warri with you, Kevin sent us your story and we will like to come pay you a visit tomorrow,”.

‘Okay, its fine, thanks so much” he said.

“Do take care of you and we will see you, tomorrow” I concluded

…………………………………………………………..To be continued 

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P.S I wouldn’t keep quiet

I really cannot keep quiet about this, it was sad enough that I heard, I had lost one of my best high-school teacher (Mr.Onu) today, my office was pretty hot (No PHCN light & generator problem) and some side comments from colleagues about me was pissing me off. I decided to log on to twitter to catch up on people tweets and update my page too, then I saw a shocking comment for a friend that I consider as a brother and I was immediately upset. My heart was heavy and I could not bear to keep quiet about it and decided to call the offender about his inappropriate comment.

So, before I quote his comment note that this is a direct statement from his twitter account @GbengaGOLD, “Talking about Vision202020 is like dreaming of Kim Kardasian giving you HEAD when Risika, agbo seller won’t let you touch her CC” and then to add injury to the issue he went on to say, “DATE Tonto (Vision2012), SHAG Genevieve (Vision 2013) and BED Waje (Vision 2015). Then may be, you can ask Kim Kardashian OUT (Vision202020)”.

I called Gbenga up on the phone.

“Hello, Gbenga. Hey, I think you comments on twitter is really inappropriate and does not reflect well on you. You are a married man with a daughter, people follow you now on twitter and look up to you,” I said.

“Ejiro, my comments was not in anyway inappropriate, I was only trying to reflect the current situation in the country with my comment. I am not comfortable where I am now, I’m brash and will be for sometime to come,” he said.

I pulsed for a moment, I could not quite understand how these ladies reflect on Nigeria’s situation.

“I am okay with you have to make comments that are directly to the government be it harsh or insensitive but to use real names of people to highlight you angry in an indecent manner does not address your situation,”  I stressed.

“These ladies are public figures I have respect for and are sex symbols, proud to be mentioned and spoken about. I was making a point and if you can’t see it. I’m sorry.”

At a point I decided to give up that conversation and called four male colleagues to come view the tweet post on my laptop and each of them expressed their disappointment about Gbenga’s comment and said he was really disrespectful. According a male colleague, “………….this just tells his level of reasoning and maturity. I am shocked this is coming from a married man with a daughter.”.

“In twitter, you see so many offensive tweets and are highly inappropriate. His tweets just show the kind of person he is.”

I consider Gbenga as a good friend, we have been close way back at my former office and have kept in touch ever since. I can admit that we hardly agree on issues but we respect each other as friends. And as friends I tend to look out for my friends, support them and advice them when I think they need it (I’m not the smartest person on earth).

But I do not get it when people tend to be disrespectful others especially to WOMEN. I’m a strong feminist follower and belief that men show portray women in a better light and show respect to our being or personality.

My argument with Gbenga went for a while and he challenged me to post his tweets to people and get their comments on if they think that his tweets were disrespectful and inappropriate. So, people tell me what do you think? Gbenga is listening………………..

Your opinion counts!

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The Day We All Stood Still For The Kardashians

Just last month, so many people thought that President Obama and his wife decision to ban their kids from watching Keeping up with the Kardashians was a mistake but they were wrong. I really don’t understand how people choose their mentors in life.

Do not get me wrong, I am a diehard fan of the Kardashians Reality show on E! I think the Kardashians ladies are pretty and of course my favorites amongst them are cute baby Mason, Kourtney and Bruce Jenner.
About two months ago, Kim Kardashian got married to Kris Humphries; her wedding (second wedding) was publicized like that of a royalty. According to The New York Post, Kim made over $17million from selling of exclusive video and photo rights, free wedding cake etc. Shockingly, 72 days (October 31, 2011) she took the world by storm when it was reported that she had filed for divorce from Kris, citing irreconcilable differences and we will went berserk.

From twitter, Facebook & BBM thousands of people began publicizing their opinion and my Nigerian brethren were fully active on the topic. A friend had written on her DM (Display Message) ‘O Kim, why? I knew there was something not right about Kris with a crying face’ few minutes later she changed her DM and wrote ‘Go back to Reggie. We guys are great together’
My favorites tweets were:
@EdochieWisdom: He who rushes into marriage with a reality show star should expect divorce papers before the next harvest.
@toluogunlesi: By tomorrow morning the 1st bestselling account of the Kim.K’s marriage will be hitting the shelves (written this evening, printed overnight)

@Toluogunlesi: If KimK had released this distracting news two weeks ago Gaddafi might still be alive today.

Right now, Kim is in Australia promoting the Kardashians Kollection while Kris is sobbing and hiding at his parents’ home in Minnesota. According to 50% of marriages in US ends in divorce which is the highest in the world. I am not married but do know that marriages are not meant to be perfect or rosy all the time. People who find themselves in bad marriages are those who set their marriages on different agenda such as money, power, name, etc. Like Kim did, glad she claimed that on her blog
I do wish Kris and Kim well and I hope they find the happiness they are looking out for. As for you; my friend choose your mentors right you can only be the best mentor for yourself *wink*

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No Relationship Formular

Being in a relationship is one of the hardest experiences we face in life, be it a child to parents or siblings relationship, or even friendship but the hardest of them all is a relationship between a man and a woman.

A relationship between a man and a woman is like taking an exam with many options to choose from. However, in this case, even though all your options may be correct, you might still not pass, simply means it might not work for you.  So, relationships are more like an equation and you try hard to find the suitable or possible way to get the right answer.

You are in a relationship with a guy, he seems all sweet and nice, you begin to care for him, call to check up on him from time to time, cook, clean, hangout with him, smile at his friends even though you do not like them, change your hair style weekly or try out five outfits because you are going on a date with him. Despite all the sacrifice you put into your relationship, he is pissed and says, “You are acting more like a wife than my girlfriend”.

Then in another relationship the case is different. There is this other guy, whose girlfriend is more concern about going to the club on Fridays, knows the names of every eatery or restaurants in town, do not even know how to boil a kettle of water and the guy is wishing that his girlfriend could act more responsibly like a wife should.

My friend, Cynthia had updated on her bbbm (Blackberry Messenger) on Monday, asking her friends to tell her how to act as a girlfriend. I ping her immediately to find out what led to her update and surprisingly her boy friend had complained that she was all over him always, showing too much concern about his welfare and concluded she was not acting like his girlfriend but his wife.

I just do not get it, what do men want? They date a good girl; they nag about her, date a tough lady they still nag. Since, when is showing that you care for someone a bad thing?

Years ago, I was in Cynthia’s position, an ex boyfriend had complained that I was trying too hard to be his wife than his girlfriend. So, I decided to take a chill-pill in my next relationship by trying to maintain my status as a girlfriend. So, when I started dating Temi I started acting like his girlfriend. When I visit his place, I get to eat the cooked meal in his kitchen he had already made and I watch movies with him rather than clean.

One day, I slept off on his couch while he was mopping and cleaning his house, then woke up hours later and requested that he see me off. Two days later, he broke up with me while chatting on Facebook and his reason was that he was not sure that I was not a wife material and lacked home training. I was shocked but found his query rather comic.

So, which situation is right here? How should a girlfriend behave in a relationship? Is it wrong to show that you care for a guy you are in love with, even if you act like his wife? Do they want you to be a groupie, girlfriend or wife?

Relationship, dating or courting whichever name you like to call it, a common factor is that there is no easy way to crack  a relationship formula because there is none . One thing I know for sure is that I have always chosen the right options in my relationships.

Let’s discuss people.


* Note the names in this story are fictional.

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The Age Factor

I have often wondered at what age was right for a lady to know when to get married. From time immemorial, religious leaders, relationship therapists or shrinks, parents, scientists have debated on this topic and have  provided various opinions. Some have said it is right for a lady to get married between the ages of 13 -15, others say 18 years of age , some say 20’s and very few people say 30 years of age is okay for a lady to get married.

It was 8:47am, on a Saturday morning; I was still in my dream world when I felt my phone vibrating. By the time, I opened my eyes, my friend *Ese was calling my phone; eight missed calls and lots of PING on my bbm (Blackberry messenger). I decided to call back immediately,

“Hey, girl. What’s up?” I said yawning.

“Ejiro, I am so sorry. I guess you are still on bed. Please, I need your advice,” She said.

“It’s okay, I am up now”. “I hope no problem?” I said.

“I am having a second thought about marrying *Osagie” she pulsed for a second and added “I know I will be twenty-seven in December but I don’t think I can handle being a married woman yet.”

What!!! I exclaimed. “How can you say this, when it only two weeks or less to your wedding?” I asked quickly sat upright to focus on our conversation.

Ese and I were childhood friend, we met in secondary school and have kept in touch ever since, we are more like sisters. We lost contact while we were in the university but met again in Lagos when I moved down to find a job. At first it was weird relating with her after so many years gone by but we did catch up on our present lives and were close again. A year ago, she met Osagie; to me he was a cool guy, reserved, focused and hardworking compare to my out-going and grooving friend, Ese.  Like every relationship they did have their ups and downs and sometimes I was caught in the middle.  Osagie finally proposed to her on one of their regular outing and I was so happy for them.

I cannot understand how you can accept someone’s marriage proposal when you don’t think you understand the contracts of marriage and commitment.  She later explained to me that somethings he does irritates her, that he was scattered, boring etc the list was long. She said, she did notice all these irritating qualities but was pressurized into marriage by her family and peers.

I was shocked at her last statement. “At twenty – six you are still not ready for marriage, when will you be ready?” I asked.  And she said, “I don’t know, I am just so scared of going into this marriage. I still want to discover myself.”

I began to assume that Ese’s disfunctional marriage status of her siblings was affecting her decision to marry Osagie. Ese is from a family of four siblings, she is the last child in her family. Her eldest brother was already divorced and had moved back to Nigeria to start afresh, her eldest sister,*Vwede have been away from her husband for over six years because he was living in Canada, every time she tries to go visit him in Canada something must come up to prevent her trip and her husband has never held his five years old son in his hands.

What possible advice can I give to her, would I not be blamed for this, and what if this is a test to see if I was really jealous of her? I could not quite figure out why she had decided to tell me of her fears, she should have spoken to her parents and seek for their advise or better still spoken to Osagie directly about them.

How does a lady know it’s time for her to get married? At what age is okay for a lady to be married? What kind of pressure could a lady be going through that pushes her to agree to a marriage proposal? Too many questions and no answer.

I decided to ask my married friends (female) this question and 92 per cent of them said “you just know or you feel in your heart.”

By the following week Ese and Osagie called off their wedding.  Ese is still single and according to her enjoying her life. As for Osagie I heard he is engaged to someone else. I wish Ese the best in life.

*Please note that the names in the story are not real names except mine.

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I’m just a Lady in Waiting (Fiction)

Maybe, its the season but I can not say. Like every little girl’s fantasy to one day, grow up to become a beautiful woman, meet her prince-charming and live happily ever after. (Cinderella’s story can never be erased from my head ;)).

Last month, I was planning a surprise birthday for my best friend, Tina with Sam, her boyfriend and he told me he was going to propose to her. I was so excited and started creating scenarios on how he would propose to her. Because I knew that would really make her happy and it was time for their relationship to head toward that direction.  Then, I saw the ring on her finger, it was so beautiful and we gist about the proposal moment. I could feel the love in her eyes but was never jealous about it because I wanted that for both of them since I was the matchmaker in their relationship.

A week later, Serena (a friend & sister) ping me that she has fixed the date for her court wedding. I also knew that was coming because she has been buzzing me about it for a while. But then again it occurred to me that her relationship began the same time as mine 😉 . And like every good friend, I was so happy and seeking to be involved in her wedding plans.

Surprisingly,two days later, Pamela (close friend to Tina and I) called to tell me she just got engaged. Wow!!! :O I almost hit a recharge card vendor guy, my saving grace was that I was close to my house and had enough space to maneuver my car to another direction. I drove into my premise hurriedly because I wouldn’t wait to call Pamela to get all the details. Sadly, MTN. Airtel & Etisalat did not help matters, the calls kept on cutting off.

After 30 minutes bits of on and off calls, I was able to get the full story and once again I said the cliche sentence, ‘I am so happy for you’ even went on to pray for them. When the call was over, my mood changed (thank God, she wasn’t there to see my face), I was thinking about my relationships (past and present), my heart was heavy, I slept worried that night. I tried getting through to Arthur, my boyfriend hoping that talking with him will calm me down but he did not pick my call and he sent an SMS that he was still at the office in busy in a meeting and would call me later (but he never did).

The last straw was last week, when an old friend called me out of the blue to say she was getting married in October and wanted me to be involved in her wedding 😦  . I could feel my heavy eyes, I had to compose myself because I was in the office and did not want to draw any attention to myself.I updated my bbm status to wish all my engaged girlfriends God’s blessing on their future.

I was happy for them but was I right to feel this miserable or hurt or jealous, was I becoming a bridesmaid lady or wedding planner and I want to a bride too. How can I concentrate when four girlfriends are getting engaged and planning weddings in least than two weeks?  What was the bases of my annoyance, was I scared that Arthur might hurt me like others or scared of not knowing when he would be ready for marriage since we have never spoken about it?

I decided to source for some form of inspiration from a novel; Lady in Waiting by Jackie Kendall & Debby Jones  given to me by my sister. A quote in the first chapter, hit some senses into my big skull, “…………………………A woman is not born a woman. Nor does she become one when she marries a MAN, bears a child and does their dirty linen, not even when she joins a women’s liberation movement. A woman becomes a WOMAN when she becomes what God wants her to be.” There it was, right before my eyes I must first be concerned about my relationship with God before a man.

A male lecturer, once told the ladies in my class that our youthful life was short because when we got married, we become women and can’t live our lives free- spirited or adventurous because of responsibilities bestowed upon us as a Married Woman and men enjoy their youthfulness forever (Confused). It just makes me realize how selfish my lecturer or some men were to women. Women do have their responsibilities as married woman or single ladies to the men in their lives and  they strive to keep them faithfully but that can’t be said for MEN.

Well, after deep thoughts, I decided that the good news about my friends was not worth my sadness or depression. I must live for today and let fate decide my tomorrow.

I do believe, God has drafted a list of single ladies that are going to be married soon and it just happens that most on my friends’ names were close on the list. I can’t say what my number is on the list or when my fairy tale wedding will be but one thing I know for sure is that my name is on that LIST and I’m just a Lady in Waiting……………………………………………………

(Please, note that the names in this story are fictional)

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It started with a step

And took a walk

A walk so fast

No one can stop

Will she be able to run???

The question they asked???

Maybe falls along the way

Eyes wide open

Running was no regrets

Was a lesson learnt

Slowly the steps began

A wide decision made

Everything took its turns

Love did find its way

A place no one has never been

I know it would last

But my steps………

Will tell

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