A Positive Attitude Creates An Atmosphere For Mental Growth

A positive mental attitude goes a long way in changing the world around you.

Positivity keeps the world going strong. If you are here and you are reading this, I’m so glad you’re keeping it upbeat.

It’s your attitude, not your aptitude that will determine your altitude

Zig Ziglar

The key to success is as simple as the above – have a positive attitude to everything, good or bad, no matter what.

Because sometimes, your attitude to an unfortunate situation might make it worse than it actually is.

A positive attitude lets you make a difference in the world around you.

When you see the good or try to bring out the good in the worst situation, and bring out the positive side of everything, you help to influence other people’s attitude as well.

People want to get close to you, they will believe in you and even look up to you.

A Positive attitude to life guarantees that life would be easier than it is expected to be because you will always see things in a positive light.

And I am not saying it is going to be easy to attain this.

But it can be easier than you think. And if you need a little help in that direction or would like to know how to help someone going through a crisis to rise about it.

Why not join the Dancing and Life and learn how to dance through the crisis together.

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A crisis will come for each and every one of us at some point in our lives. Today, that seems truer than ever.

Even if you are one of those people who can keep a level head in times of crisis, there is no guarantee that another crisis might bring you to an emotional breaking point.

The good news is that you can stay in control no matter what happens.

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  • Teach you the power of movement and dance to help you feel better
  • Help you conquer your worst difficult life challenges and come out of the other side with freedom, love, wealth and more opportunity.
  • How to harness your inner leader and inner fixer.

You don’t have to be a dancer or have any rhythm or dancing skills what matters is the movement and the intent behind it.

This, this, this! This is what learning from the past is all about.

Whatever you experienced last year could have made you feel good, satisfied, engaged, invigorated, inspired, and even in the flow.
What made you happiest last year? How can you learn from this?

Can you share how you felt when you were writing these down?

The secret to creating resolutions that will last is creating plans with intention.
You succeed when your plans are aligned with your big-picture goals.

I would love to be the best in all I do this year, in blogging and writing. And I would love to publish my book this year and make a bestseller.

To do this, I have decided to dedicate more time to writing and everything else that would make this a reality.

What are your goals are for the year, and how do they align with your resolutions?

How do you plan to put your intention for this year into action?

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2020, The Worst Year Ever

Is 2020 the worst year ever?

The year 2020. I am not sure if there are people who love this year or even like it. If there are such people, I would definitely love to hear their stories.

It is not as if I am not grateful or that I do not have anything to be thankful for this year.

I have plenty actually, and it is a very long list. But this year is horrible, sad, disappointing, terrifying, hopeless and, depressing.

And I could go on and on…

Although, 2020 is not the worst year ever, at least not according to history, not yet.

However, 2020 is not over yet, it might still take the place of 536 or 1918 in history.

2020, The Worst Year Ever

According to history, 536 was the worst year ever. It was the year a volcano erupted in Iceland. The sun dimmed for a year, which led to a global cold spell.

It brought about a decline in temperature in Europe and China resulting in crop failures and famine for over one year. It was catastrophic.

Michael McCormick Called it “the worst year to be alive”.

You can read more here on why 536 was the worst year to be alive. That was the coldest decade.

We can also name 1918, the year of the Spanish Flu Pandemic as the worst year ever. The pandemic lasted two years and killed off almost 100million worldwide.

I am sure there are other years packed full of one tragic thing after another. Like1348, the height of the Black death 1919 the year of the Bloody Summer, The Holocaust in 1944 and so on.

2020, The Worst Year Ever

But we were not in all those years.

We are here in 2020.

This is the year of Coronavirus Pandemic. It has killed more than 1.7million people so far and 333,700 in the United State alone.

  • Protests resulting from several police killings of unarmed Black American.
  • Wildfires in Australia
  • And back home in Nigeria, October 20 Lekki Massacre in the #Endsars protest when armed security personnel used live bullets to disperse a crowd in Lekki leading to casualties and fatalities.
  • 24th January Lassa fever outbreak killing 29 in 11 states
  • 28th November, Koshebe massacre 110 civilians and peasant farmers were killed, six wounded in the rice field in Koshebe Village.

Even if 2020 isn’t the worst year yet, it is surely contending it and might win if it hasn’t already.

Either way, it is the worst year of the 21st century. It has tested us beyond measure.

I remember in December 2019, I was looking forward to this year.

The year 2020, it sounds beautiful to me, I was hopeful of all the good things I would do, all the thing that could come, the vast opportunities.

It was supposed to be the best year for me. I just love the sound of it 🙂

I told myself I was going to look back to this year and remember all the good things I did, all the dreams that came true.

But I am grateful to be alive, healthy and hopeful. That is all that matters

“The year 2020 would be a great year to have a baby. I remember telling my sister. “

It would make a nice birthday. She agreed. Now she said God forbids she had a 2020 baby 🙂

She said the history would follow them everywhere. Do you think so?

I do not.

As we near December, one can’t help but wonder what next and keep praying the next thing is a breakthrough and not another sad news.

I have decided, though to look into the new year with faith, a positive mind and hope in a new beginning and the end of Coronavirus Pandemic.

And to all who have lost their loved ones to the pandemic, or any of the other unfortunate events in this year I pray you get the strength to move on.

May God fill the space they left in your heart and lives.

Happy new year in Advance. See you all in 2021!

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How Are You Doing Today, Honestly?

How are you doing today, honestly?

I used to see this question, “How are you?” as just a conversation starter or pleasantries some years back.

When someone says, “How are you?” You reply, “fine”, Or “I am fine” or “good”.

And from there you continue with other stuff like pleasantries, start a conversation or you just go on your ways.

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We usually don’t mind. I know I don’t use to.

This is because people don’t usually expect honest answers from “how are you”. They just want to greet you, ask a question, start conversations, gist, gossip, pry or just exchange pleasantries.

And we hardly give honest response, anyway.

Imagine, if you give honest answers to every how are you, even if it is once in a while you become a weirdo.

Some might even start avoiding you or stop asking ‘How are you?”

But, we are in the year 2020.

I do not need to expatiate on 2020 before we know what we have all gone through this year.

I am sure the thought of 2020 is enough to conjure up so many horrible things that would last for a while.

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How Are You Doing Today, Honestly?

So, in the face of everything going on in the world right now, especially the coronavirus pandemic and its effects on everyone, this popular conversation starter is too lame to know how someone, anyone, is doing right now.

That is if you really care to know.

And if there is any time to truly and honestly care about one another, it is now.

Honestly, I got tired of “How are you?” eight years ago. I hated it whenever people came to see me on the bed and that was the first thing they would ask.

“Really? How am I?”

I would say “Fine”

Then I got tired of saying “Fine”

Because, I was not fine, but I didn’t think they wanted to know why I was not fine.

Would they like to know I was in hell, that I couldn’t sleep because I was too scared to close my eyes?

Or because every time I did I thought I wouldn’t survive it.

But the year 2020 has taken us beyond personal trauma, crises, or dramas. It has given us a collective problem, anger, loss, and, trauma.

We have all lost someone or something. We were hopeless, despaired, terrified at one time or the other in this year.

So many people have lost their jobs and some have had to start all over again. Some still have no clue where to begin or how to survive.

We are all one or many of all these. And it is not yet over, we are all just learning to live with it, accept, regroup, and keep going.

Right now, we should care more and really mean it when we ask people, family, friends, colleagues how they are doing.

If there is any lesson I have learnt this year, the pandemic, the lockdown, the social distancing and so on, it is that we should care more about one another than ever before.

Be sincere when someone asks how you are.

Sometimes it helps when someone knows they are not the only one going through a particular situation. Or that someone else also feels the same way as they do.

Do not freak out, get bored, sigh, or look away when someone tells you how they are doing. You asked, the least you could do is listen.

They probably need someone to talk to. And you might be saving a soul.

Be genuinely concerned about your neighbours well being. They were there when you couldn’t visit your family and friends during the lockdown.

If you were being honest, did you enjoy the social distancing?

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Are you enjoying watching your best friend get married on Zoom? Did you enjoy dropping the gifts in their driveways because you couldn’t get close to them?

Or the thought of your kids when their friends couldn’t celebrate their birthdays with them physically?

Tell me you didn’t miss that neighbour or friend who always wants to stop to chat when you were rushing off to work during the lockdown?

Those things that seemed so annoying, irritating and waste of time, didn’t you wish you could have it for just one day while you were working from home?

So, in this year 2020, the year of the Corona Virus pandemic, Lockdown, Social Distancing, Virtual Birthdays/Weddings, the year of #EndSars in Nigeria, Wild Fires in Australia, and so on.

How are you doing, honestly?

I would love to know if you don’t mind sharing.

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South West 1: Save The Girl

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“Are we there yet?” I asked again when the car bumped into another pot-hole for the hundredth time.

“We are almost there. Look, this is the hospital’s fence.” I couldn’t see anything, but I believed him.

It was bright and hot when I opened my eyes again. I saw my father, he was crying and talking to me at the same time. I have never seen him in tears before.

He was talking to me but all I heard was “Ah! Oluwa, Omo mi, omo mi kin lo de. Oh God, my child, why my child? Why has this happened to you? Why has this happened to me? What have I done?”

“It’s okay, Daddy. I’ll be fine. I have some money in my account. My ATM is in my bag. The pin is— I couldn’t remember the pin. Later, I wondered why I said that.

I was still trying to remember when they wheeled me into a white room. I saw the white, high ceiling and white light and then they blended together to make a very bright light.

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Everywhere was white and misty. I was not sure of which.

There were so many people moving about, shouting orders, some speaking in hushed voices, some were harsh and loud but I could only hear them.

So many voices, shapes and shadows without faces. They were touching me everywhere, cutting here and there. They cut my shirt and my bra. I heard lots of “Stats” and “ASAPs”, so many strange names that were lost in the mist and the voices.

And then some words became clearer between the torrent of strange words “clean the leg,” “save the girl”, “we should save both”, you can’t leave a pretty girl without her leg,

“Save the girl first” a new male voice barked.

“Call Dr O Asap, a lady’s voice barked at someone. Get the OB/GYN team here now. She said again”.

“Infection is spreading already. How long ago did this happen? does anyone know?”

“Where is the anaesthesia?”

“We couldn’t find any. Then we do it now! Fast, we do it without it.

I had no idea what “it” meant until they dipped my leg in some sizzling oil and roasted it alive. It sent me on a trip to hell. I screamed with all I had left.

“You are all wicked, cruel people. How could you do that without what did you call it? How could you do it without anaesthesia? Wicked people, heartless people. What have I done to do you?”

I was sure I was going through the worst agony in the whole world then, that there was no pain as tormenting as I was passing through. But I was wrong.

However, one good thing about this particular one was it woke me up. I was widely awake. It probably brought me back instead of sending me over.

“You sure have some mouth on you lady, she said close to my ears. But you are strong, very strong.

Most people would faint, I have seen men who fainted, but you came back spitting and swearing at everybody stronger than when they brought you in. Do remain, strong, okay? Hang in there, love.”

I thought it would be better if I fainted like the ones who were smart enough to let go. At least they would remember less.

Then a bright light flashed in my face. “What is that?” I screamed. “Is that camera?” How dare you take my picture? Does this look funny to you? Do I look like some celebrity to you or do I look like I want my picture taken?”

I have no idea how long I was out after that but when I came to a new male voice had joined the party. I didn’t like it, because it made me alert and sad and terrified.

“The leg is gone,” he said without feeling.” his voice chilled my blood and pierced my heart. “You can see it is badly mangled; we have to amputate it. Look, the bleeding won’t stop.

“The bandage is soaked already. We can’t save the leg. Let’s save her”. Somebody should call her family and move fast. I didn’t want to listen anymore.”

I let the darkness envelop me.

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South West 1: The Dream

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There were two people with me I was sure of it, only I can’t remember where we were going or why we were together.

And then the vehicle stopped, I wonder what kind of vehicle it was, rickety and loud.

The front door slammed shut with a loud bang that seared forcefully through the thick fog in my head then out my ears.

“We are at the station now, we need that police report and then we would be on our way. Can you hear me?”

I wondered why we had to stop at the police station when I was dying. shouldn’t we be on our way to the hospital instead, where I can get help? I could feel my body being emptied of all fluid.

“Yes.” I replied.

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“Please answer me if you can. I need to know you are fine.”


The other guy came back and said some angry words that I couldn’t catch, the voices were fading away, and then a man said something.

“I’m going to place your head down now. I will be back. The movement was agonising.

I was getting tired of the whole thing. Nothing makes sense. I was supposed to be walking with my friends. But they were not there.

The Nice man was sure I was alone. I couldn’t remember where I was going with these friends, whose names I can’t even remember.

Now, I am wondering if the man is right that I was alone. Which means I am crazy or something else is wrong with me since I have no memory of anything pertaining to this madness. Even that doesn’t make sense

So, the only sensible explanation would be I that I am dreaming. I am in a dream.

A nightmare!

“This is the longest nightmare I ever had,” I thought and it seemed it would be the last.

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“I am going to die in my dream!”

And then the pastor would bless the Lord at my graveside for His mercy in granting me the grace to pass away peacefully in my sleep.

If only they knew what I am passing through right now. If only they knew what the people who died in their sleep went through, nobody would call it peacefully.

But I was not ready to die yet. I had to bid my family goodbye and I will!

The man came back. He was spitting fire. I wished I could get more than his voice, it was so dark.

“I might have to leave you here, please try to understand. The policemen are not cooperating.”

They want the driver and so many other things before they could attend to us, they wouldn’t give us a report. I’m sorry. I was only trying to help, they are already calling me the driver.”

He climbed into the vehicle and the day was bright again, I could see the sun streaming in through the opened boot and then someone else put his head in through the side window.

“Oh my God! They have ruined this girl. They have totally destroyed her.”

My eyes followed his gaze and I saw what was left of my left leg, the foot was hanging by some strings, and it looked so weird and scary without the heel.

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The man was about to leave and I grabbed his arm like a lifeline. “Please, don’t leave me. I beg you in the name of God, please don’t go.”

“I have no choice, if something happened to you, if your enemy should die now, these people would hang me for it.”

“No! I promise you, I WON’T DIE, not today. My father is a policeman, he is a good man. He would be grateful to you for trying to help me. My family won’t hold you responsible.”

“What if you die?”

“Die? No, I promise you, that is not going to happen. I shall hang on till we see my family.”

“Can you hear that? Her father is one of you. Are you going to keep watching her till she gives up?”

The conversation must have weakened me, for when I woke up again, the man was telling me a police officer had agreed to follow us.

“We will soon be at the hospital, “he said. But I didn’t care, the night was about to fall again.

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How Men Think Or Not

She quickly dressed up as fast as she could in her favourite dress. A simple knee length maroon gown.

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She was almost at the door when she remembered the proposal she spent all night working on.

This must be it, she thought as she slipped on her gold wedge sandal.

She had only worn it once, to the church for the new-year thanksgiving and now for him.

She flew out of the room and hurried to the main road to hail a cab.

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He was already seated at a table in the back and ordered orange juice when she got there.

“You are as gorgeous as ever,” he said by way of greeting as soon as he sighted her.

He scanned her face as if searching for some answers to some hidden quest.

She smiled nervously and placed her right hand in his outstretched palm. He looked as handsome as ever with very impressive eyes.

She loved his eyes, especially on her.
“Sit Love, Were you able to finish the proposal?”

She brought them out. “Here, all done.”

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He took them without taking his eyes off her face. Her chest hammered away as his eyes fanned her already flushed face.

She was so happy, her fear has been allayed. He felt the same way she pinched her right palm to prevent her face from betraying her thoughts.

She studied him silently as he went through the proposal.

He was all she has ever wanted in a man.

Charming, neat, humorous, and intelligent, he is not as tall as the man of her dreams or as successful, but he had almost everything else.

The rest can be managed or added along the line.
Wow! This is great. You are too good, angel. She beamed in response.

“Man, she is too perfect, intelligent and wify. She sure has them all.

Confidence, intelligence, ambition and wife materials are bad combo, he thought as he placed the proposal on the table.

He shook his head as if to wave the thoughts away.

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“God, girl, are you sure you are not falling in love with me?” He scanned her face again for that answer she couldn’t fathom.

Her heart skipped several beats she lost count.

He leaned closer to her, so close she could feel his warm breath on her lips.

She licked them, they were getting so dry. She scanned his face too after mustering enough courage.

“Would you like a drink first?” She nodded yes. Well, he said first, that means there is more.

The best is happening today, I can feel it. She pressed her eyes shut so hard to prevent herself from laughing out loud.

He left to get her a canned beverage. He resumed his previous position after placing her drink in the small space between them, leaning closer than before.

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“Please, dont.”

” Don’t what?” She held her breath, waiting, anticipating.

“Whatever you do, don’t fall for me, please.”

Everything froze, even the air stilled as she couldn’t breathe; she felt suffocated and gasped for breath.

Those eight words snuffed out the all air in the eatery. She wanted to reach for the drink and gulp some, but her hands were too numb.

She swallowed hard and inhaled deeply to prevent her bruised pride from crawling out.

But instead of saying what was on her mind, she smiled as she couldn’t trust her voice to keep her secret.

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“I love you too much. I can’t date or marry someone I love. It would be bad and too distracting for my –ambition.”

“I–I need someone who wouldn’t– be too needy.”But instead he said, I cant be in a relationship with someone like you.

“We are too much alike, we will destroy each other.”

He wished so hard that he could tell her how much he loved her, but knowing how determined she was, she would never stop until she made him accept his true feelings.

” I would end up hurting you and you hating me. So, you cant love me, please.”

He hoped to hell he doesn’t sound as much of an asshole as he felt right now, but it’s better to hurt her with this truth than with a lie or break her heart.

She managed to dig up a smile,. “What makes you think I can ever fall in love with you? That’s absurd.”

She picked up her drink and gulped it to calm the storm in her stomach.

For the first time she realised how watery these so called canned drinks are, even chilled they don’t sate your thirst or justify their cost, or the risk to health.

“That’s because there is this glow in your eyes today. You look so—dazzling.”

Really?” She summoned every strength and acting spirit in her to help her through the next few minutes.

I know you love me; I can see it in you, but I wont push you. “Hmm about that, I have a date,” she blurted.

Before he could reply, she added. “A date, can you believe that? I’m going on a date.”

“A d–date?”
“Yeah. Gosh! I’m late already.”

She quickly grabbed her clutch and sprang to her feet before he could add something else or ask a question she wouldn’t be able to answer.

“Oh, okay. Will I see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah, sure. Like hell, she mumbled inwardly.

She walked as fast as her stiff legs allowed.

She sighed loudly as the security guy closed the door after her, wondering why men are so dumb, and the worst is they think women are the dumb ones.

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The Day I Met The Man Who Killed Me

When you are face-to-face with the man who killed you what do you do? Fight or flight?

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What do you say to him, to the one who turned your life around and remoulded you?

Today, I saw the man who killed me for the first time, yet I can’t remember his face.

I had pictured him so many times in different ways. With three horns- one stout horn on his forehead, two on either sides with flames oozing out of all his visible orifices.

Or with an axe-like-head, one moon-like eye, wide mouth with pointed fangs and ears the size of pancakes.

Sometimes, I saw him in my dreams, short and dark with a long walking stick having a cobra-like head.

But when I saw him today, he is a man, a person like me, not a monster.

He killed me and he doesn’t even know it.

He took my life but never looked back, not even once. Not even today, after two years when I saw him for the first time.

And right there, everything I had planned to say to him just vanished.

All the questions I had played over and over in my head melted away.

Everything went still, they all held their breaths, waiting.

But I had no words.

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He stopped about ten feet away from me.

I saw his mouth opened and then snapped shut like a rat trap, then someone shouted from behind. It was my sister.

He turned back and started walking, he kept walking, with his head bent.

I wanted to run after him but I had removed my prosthesis, even if I didn’t I couldn’t.

My head did, but my body refused to comply, most of the parts had got their own mind since he killed their owner.

I willed him to look back, so I can see his face, to memorize it but he wouldn’t.

I kept staring at his retreating back until he disappeared into the old bungalow.

I wanted to tell him about my once sweet, simple family.

He snuffed out the light and kept us all in a dark, airless room where all we see are evil and chaos.

Every sound we hear outside is of mayhem and death.

Everybody who goes out would either not come back or met with a gruesome accident.

He made us so safe in our dark airless room.

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We are all trapped in that day, when he shattered my world without looking back.

We are stuck in that minute when he decided to nap at the wheel.

I wanted to tell him of how he turned my world upside down, murdered my sleep and replaced them with nightmares and days where realities mingle with dreams.

I wanted to ask him if he ever thought about me.

If he wondered how I lived, if I’m in pain, what happens to my dreams

Did he ever imagined me as himself, an unmarried woman with a broken, mal-union pelvis, one bad leg and a half.

If he ever thinks of the children I might never had, my unborn family and my crushed dreams, of all he snatched from me.

I wished I could ask him why he never once asked what became of me.

I wanted him to see that I’m a person like him, another mans daughter, who would have been another mans wife.

I wanted to hear his side of the story, to see it through his eyes. But he took that away from me too.

I said nothing.

I didn’t fight or flight, I just sat still and watched until he disappeared from sight. I never knew why he stopped or why his lips moved, nor why he didn’t say anything.

If I see him again, I wouldn’t know him.

However, I am grateful that the man who killed me would remain faceless.

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I Shall Not Die 3 – A True Life Story

If you are joining us for the first time, this is the third part of the story or the third chapter of the book South West 1 “I Shall Not Die”.

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“We are here. Wake up, we are going to move you into the vehicle now.”

They did. And it was the most horrible thing I had ever felt in my life, at least for that moment.

I had no idea where I got the strength to scream that much.

The pain started from my waist and surged into my head and then they met again in my back simultaneously.

I was blinded by it at first and then I saw flashes of light and various colours.

My waist was on fire and my back was protesting, because someone was pouring hot oil on one of its members.

They carried me in through the boot of the vehicle.
I felt first then saw my left foot dangling as someone pulled me in.
“Don’t look I said to myself over and over again. “if you look you will not be able to endure it.”

But I did it anyway.

I Shall Not Die – 3 A True Life Story

The inside of the car was like a bed of gravel to my back.

Everywhere aches. Each breath I took was like hot razor scraping my side.

I would scream and groan at every bumps and pothole and there was a whole lot of them.

It was as if there was not a single smooth ride on the way to the hospital. I was in agony, but I had no tears, no fear.

I had forgotten how to be scared, I couldn’t cry.

I had just one goal. I had to see my family. The thought of them filled my head, my mind.

“Dear Lord if this is the end, forgive me all my sins, but grant me the grace to see my family before I leave.

That was my prayer as we journey to the hospital.

The man cradled my head on his laps. He would soothe me and assure me that the journey was almost at the end.

“Hang on, we are almost there, he said.

“What about about my friends?” I blurted out.

“Your friends? There was nobody with you. It was just you.”

“No, there were two people with me. My friends, we were walking together.”

“To where?”

“Right where?”

I had no idea, so I did not respond. I couldn’t remember. But I was sure there were two people with me.

So, I insisted like a petulant child. “My friends were with me, two guys.”

“Calm down, you are not in the condition to about anybody now. We are almost at the station and then we’ll go to the hospital.

“We are Not at the HOSPITAL? Oh I am going to die.”

There were two guys with me, my friends. What happened to them?”

“Just save your strength, we are almost there.”

I must sound crazy was my thought. He thought I was hallucinating or going crazy. Maybe I am.

Maybe this is all a bad dream and I would wake up and everything would be fine. I just need to calm down, truly.

His next question confirmed my fear.

“Where do you live? Do you remember your house?”

I did not answer, my only thought then was what had happened to my friends and why he thought I was not sane.

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Anomaly: A True Life Story

I was eight years old when I met Abiodun.

It was one sunny Sunday afternoon in 2003.

I went out for a walk in my new neighbourhood to get acquainted with the natives and was starting to relish my new freedom from the series of domestic violence, courtesy of my father when I came across Abiodun. 

Abeycity, as almost everyone in Under Powerline called him before his before demise few years afterwards.

My grandmother’s rented apartment was located at one of the notable area in Under Powerline, a few minutes walk will get you to where Abeycity lived if you take the shortcut.

He stood outside his parents house that afternoon glaring at me as I was walking towards him a couple of yards away starting to like this new environment.

I noticed the hostility in his glare but chose to ignore it as I walked past him.

He made a grunt and I turned to know what his problem was from quite a reasonable distance.

He was laughing impishly when I made a quizzical face which I shrugged off as a dumb joke bullies make probably because we were age mates or a year ahead of me because he was a bit taller than I was then.

“Hey” he said. He was holding a stone the size of a glutton’s morsel and flung it at me before I had the chance to even comprehend his intention.

The stone hit me slightly above my left eye brow with what I later termed ” Dexterous Accuracy.

I was disoriented at the moment as my hand pressed the bruised flesh.

The mood changed quickly when blood began to ooze out of the cut down the left side of my face like a leaking faucet.

Upon seeing the blood from where he stood, he bolted and jumped on the available little path exit at his right side and I dashed after him.

Abeycity was Schizophrenic but I didn’t know that until later. I chased him to every nook and cranny of the community with my blood masked face.

Anomaly: A True Life Story

He was running as fast as he could and I was surprised I could keep up with him even though he was a good runner.

He finally went back to his house to save himself from my wrath but got disappointed when I finally caught up with him the same place we met and was on him in a few seconds.

I tried so hard to disfigure his face more than what he did to mine but couldn’t because his father came out and pulled me away from him.

He was hospitable and humble despite my mother and grandmother’s perpetual bickering that day.

Time passed as I began to subconsciously admire Abeycity’s crafty endeavours.

He was very talented at his age he could make any monument from home materials.

Some of the tools and toys he made then were Spindles, toy cars, dolls and so on.

Most of these were made from cassette recorders, broomsticks, soda bottle caps, rubbers, threads and so on.

He never had a friend in the neighbourhood, no parents wanted their children to mingle with a mad boy.

What we believe then was that there was a demonic spell on him from birth and people with his condition shouldn’t mingle with normal people.

When people like him bite a normal person, the demonic spell would be transmitted to the victim. That was our believe then.

I got to understand eventually hoe superstition has ruined a lot of lives and ignorance is an unbridled malady in our society.

If only I had known it was just a scientifically proven mental condition. Abeycity was hardly violent then.

He was a blessing but we rejected because of his difference.

If they had looked beyond Abeycity’s condition, his legacy might have lived on.

It would have been more than that of a menace to the society.

But his death was like a big relief for everyone.

The society still bask in ignorance even with a vast and available knowledge a click away, they just can’t just see the good in every anomaly.

Written by Sam Sundays.

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