Monday, October 16, 2023

OLOOLU: THE FATHER OF ALL MASQUERADES IN YORUBA LAND....

OLOOLU: THE FATHER OF ALL MASQUERADES IN YORUBA LAND. 

Recalling the history and importance of one of the greatest masquerades in Ibadan and Yorubaland as a whole, the head of Aje family in Ode Aje, Ibadan, where the Oloolu masquerade originated, Chief Oyerinde, disclosed that their great forefather, Ayo̩rinde Aje, who was a warrior along with Ogunmo̩la, Ajayi Ogbori-e̩fo̩n, Ibikunle, O̩de̩rinde, O̩de̩rinlo̩ went on a war expedition in O̩gbagi in Akoko local government in Ondo State and Oloolu was a great war masquerade in that town and was so powerful such that no one could confront him during the war. 

”Nobody could defeat Oloolu during that war but it was our father, Ayo̩rinde Aje that fought him and removed his regalia and costumes, before he was brought to Ibadan as a slave. 

His eyes caught the Egungun’s outfit that attracted him. But as he moved towards the shrine where the outfit was kept, the war captive warned Aje Ayo̩rinde not to go near it because it could put his life in jeopardy. 

Hence the name Oloolu, that is, O-LU-NKAN, meaning ‘you will put your life in peril. Ayo̩rinde took the advice but ordered his captive to take the outfit along with him back to Ibadan. He also ordered the wife of the captive to accompany her husband to Ibadan. The woman refused. In his annoyance, Ayo̩rinde beheaded her and ordered the captured husband to carry the woman’s head along to Ibadan in addition to the Oloolu outfit. 

That woman’s head is what is permanently placed on the masquerade. It is the original one. It is because of the head that every woman is barred from setting eyes on the Oloolu. Any woman who sees the real Oloolu – not his pictures – will surely die. It is also true that the first person the Ololu sees on his first day in an annual Egungun festival will die. The Olubadan usually warns the populace to take precautions. 

During an ancient time in Ibadan, there was famine, ill-health and crisis in the land and all the elders and chiefs were looking for a way out, that was how Ayo̩rinde Aje suggested that Oloolu should carry the rituals to appease the gods, immediately he carried the rituals, there was rain and everything got back to normal in Ibadan. 

Oloolu helped Ibadan to be what it is today. Since then anybody that is the head of the Aje family becomes the custodian of Oloolu masquerade. 

No other Egungun must be seen on the streets whenever the Oloolu is out. That Egungun will certainly perish. During the reign of Olubadan Dada, and Egungun called Ipo̩nri-Iku tried it, I was then a small boy, quoted Chief Oyerinde. "Ipo̩nri-Iku came out on the same day the Oloolu was out. He challenged the Oloolu to do his worst. 

Oloolu then dropped a special cowry on the ground and challenged Ipo̩nri-Iku to pick it up. Ipo̩nri-Iku bent down to pick the cowry. He could not. His backbone was broken instantly. Ipo̩nri-Iku could no longer stand up. 

His followers had to carry him home. Ipo̩nri-Iku died on the same day. Since that day, no other Egungun has dared to challenge the Oloolu". 

According to Chief Oyerinde, ”any area in Ibadan where the people try to fight the Oloolu anytime he is out, such areas will continue to experience bloodshed, and that is what is happening in Opopo Yeo̩sa area till date, because they tried to beat Oloolu there sometimes ago. 

Oloolu is so great that he gives the barren children, he provides for the needy, he prospers business among other good things he can give an individual who is ready to serve him” 

The Oloolu masquerade is an individual masquerade. It has its unique attire which looks like an elongated pyramid made from different pieces of clothes and a net. 

The most bizarre piece of the Oloolu masquerade is that it has the skull of a woman as its crown. As the Oloolu dances round the city in its strange rhythm with a female skull dangling on its head, the bearer proudly displays the human bone while accompanying the dreaded cult figure. 

The bearer of Oloolu must not wear shoes nor carry any kind of load on his head. Also, he must not go to bed with any of his wives 30 days before coming out. 

In fact, a few days before the festival opens, all females must vacate his compound and return after the Oloolu festival is over. Besides, he must not carry a child on his shoulders with his feet slung round his neck.‎ 

Of all the Egunguns worshipped in Ibadan and probably in all of Yorubaland, none is as dreaded as the Egungun Oloolu (Oloolu Masquerade). 

This cult figure is believed to have immense supernatural powers and one of these is the ability to mysteriously kill the first person, man or woman who sets his or her eyes on the Oloolu (in his weird costume which is usually kept inside its own special shrine).

Saturday, October 14, 2023

MY WIFE AND I

My wife is a CEO, she always hates me for being lazy and wants to divorce me. But she doesn't know that her success is bestowed by me.

"Dustin, here is the divorce agreement prepared by Ms. Nicholson, please sign it."
In the president's office of the Quine Group, Lyra Blaine, the secretary, placed a piece of paper on the table. A man sat opposite her, dressed in plain clothing.
"Divorce? What do you mean?"
"Your marriage with Ms. Nicholson is over. You're not even on the same level anymore. Your existence is nothing but a smear on our CEO's reputation!"
"A smear on her reputation?" Dustin frowned. "Is that what she thinks of me?"
Dahlia Nicholson and Dustin Rhys had been married for three years. After Dahlia's meteoric rise to success, she was about to abandon Dustin as a burden and filed for divorce. Unbeknownst to her, everything she had ever achieved was actually bestowed by him.
Back when they first got married, the Nicholson family was in ruinous debt. He was the one who helped them when they were at their rock bottom. Now that they became rich, Dahlia Nicholson was ready to kick him out.
With the sound of the door opening, a pair of enchanting high heels came into his view.
"You're finally here."
Dustin felt complicated when he saw the beautiful woman. They had been married for three years, during which they treated each other with care and respect. But this was how it ended. He still didn't know what he had done wrong.
"I'm sorry for being late, I was caught up with something else."
Dahlia Nicholson sat down. Her expression was as impassive as ever.
"You certainly are busy, if you need your secretary to help you deal with your divorce," Dustin said.
Hearing this, Dahlia frowned slightly. However, she did not explain herself. Instead, she said, "Since you're here, let's end it on a pleasant note. You can have the car, the house, and 8 million dollars as alimony. How does that sound?"
At that, she placed a card on the table.
"Do you really think our relationship can be measured by money?" Dustin asked.
"Too little? That's alright. Let me know what you want. I'll give you anything within my power," Dahlia said placidly.
"Are money and power that important to you?" Dustin was truly bewildered.
"Dustin, that's where you and I diverge in philosophy. You'll never understand what I really want." Dahlia shook her head in disappointment. 
"You're right." Dustin nodded without any emotion. "I heard that you've been close with the heir of the Nolan family. Is it because of him?"
Dahlia was about to deny it when she gave it a second thought. In the end, she nodded.
"You can say that."
"Okay. I hope you're happy with him." Dustin smiled and signed the divorce agreement without any more hesitation. All he felt now was disappointment. Ironically, today was also their wedding anniversary. There was cruel humor in divorcing him on the day they had gotten married.
"I don't want the money, I just want that crystal necklace back. My mother left it to me before she died so that I can give it to my wife."
"Okay."
Dahlia nodded and gave him the necklace.
"From today on, we will have nothing to do with each other!"
Dustin put on the necklace and left. He had no more gentleness in his expression, all that was left was distant aloofness.
"Did I do the right thing, Lyra?" Dahlia asked hesitantly.
"Of course you did!" Lyra nodded. " Dustin does not deserve you at all. You're destined to be the most powerful woman in Swinton!"
Dahlia did not answer her. As she watched Dustin leave, she felt as if she was losing something precious.

Chapter 2
In the elevator, Dustin stared at the crystal necklace dejectedly. It was time to awaken from this prolonged daydream.
Suddenly, his phone rang, breaking him out of his trance. 
A familiar voice raised, "Mr. Rhys, I'm Hunter Anderson from the Swinton Group. I heard that today is your wedding anniversary with Ms. Nicholson, so I've prepared a gift for you. I'm just wondering if you have any time today?"
"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm afraid we won't need the gift any more," Dustin said. 
"Why?"
Hunter could sense something wrong.
"Is there anything else you'd like to talk about, Mr. Anderson?"
"Actually, yes." Hunter cleared his throat awkwardly. "I've got a friend who contracted a strange illness. He's seen a lot of doctors, but none of them could do anything about it. I was hoping that you could help."
"Mr. Anderson, you know my rules."
"Of course! I'm sincere in my request. My friend owns some canscora, which I remember you were looking for. I'm sure he'll be willing to part with it if you help him," Hunter said.
"Is it true?" Dustin asked seriously.
"Yes, it is!"
"Alright, then I'll be willing to take a look." Dustin immediately agreed.
He wasn't interested in money or jewels, but rather some rare plants, as he needed them to save lives.
"Thank you, Mr. Rhys! I'll send someone to pick you up immediately!" Hunter smiled in relief. 
As the CEO of the Swinton Group and one of the Mighty Three of Swinton, Hunter acted exceptionally timid in front of Dustin.
"Great, one more done, five to go. I should have enough time," Dustin muttered to himself. His mood was lifted a little by this news.
With a ding, the elevator doors opened. As soon as he stepped out of the building, he saw two familiar figures walking to him. It was Dahlia's mother and brother, Florence Franklin and James Nicholson.
"Mom, ..." Dustin greeted.
"Did you and Dahlia get divorced?" Florence did not waste any breath.
"Yes, we did." Dustin gave her a forced smile. "It's not Dahlia's fault, it's mine. Don't blame her."
However, hearing this, Florence snorted coldly.
"Of course it's your problem. I know my daughter well. If you hadn't done anything wrong, why would she divorce you?"
Dustin was stunned. What was this? Victim blaming?
"Mom, stop wasting time." Suddenly, James stepped forward. "Listen, Rhys. I don't care whether you divorce my sister or not, but you're giving me all the money you got from her."
"Money? What money?" Dustin was flabbergasted.
"Stop feigning ignorance! My sister gave you 8 million dollars as alimony!" James said coldly.
"That's my daughter's money! Give it back!" Florence stretched out her hand in demand.
"I didn't take any money from her," Dustin denied. 
"Do you take us as idiots?" James did not believe him.
"Rhys, you'd better be tactful. Don't make me angry!" Florence warned.
"You can ask Dahlia if you don't believe me." Dustin did not want to explain himself any further.
James dove straight into Dustin's pockets.
Florence followed suit.
"Mom, do you have to do this?" Dustin frowned.
Florence spat on the ground in disgust.
"Who are you calling Mom? Who do you think you are?" As she spoke, she continued searching Dustin's pockets.
After some time, they didn't find what they wanted.
"Did he really not take it?" James said, displeased.
Suddenly, he spied Dustin's crystal necklace and pulled it off roughly.
"Isn't this my sister's necklace? Why is it here? You steal it?" James demanded.
"This is the Rhys family heirloom. Give it back!" Dustin said, expression darkened.
"A family heirloom? Does this mean that this is valuable?" James'eyes lit up. 
"Then it can be your repayment for these three years that you've been living with us. Let's go!" Florence gave her son a look and prepared to leave.
"Stop!" Dustin grabbed James'wrist. "Give me back the necklace!"
Seeing that he had no chance of freeing himself from Dustin, James threw the necklace onto the ground. With a crisp clink, the crystal necklace broke into pieces. Dustin blanched. This was the only thing he had to remember his mother by.
"How dare you lay your hands on me! I'd rather break it than give it back to you!" James said as he rubbed his sore wrist.
Dustin clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles popped. His eyes were red with anger.
"Screw you!" Outburst, Dustin punched James in the face.
James was punched so hard that he spun back uncontrollably before falling to the ground. He was so dizzy that couldn't stand up.
"Let me teach you manners!" Dustin grabbed him by hair and lifted him. Then, he punched him several times.
James' face soon turned bloody from the punches.
"How dare you hit my son!" Florence screamed as she tried to help her son.
"Get off!" Dustin turned and glared at her. The glare was so intense that Florence froze in her tracks.

Chapter 3
"Get off!"
Those two words were enough to scare Florence motionless. 
When she finally got her wits back, Florence began screaming, "Help! He's murdering my son!" 
Soon, the Quine Group's security guards gathered around them.
"What happened, Mrs. Nicholson?" The head of the security guards recognized Florence and stood at her side immediately.
"Tom! Lock this guy up at once!" Florence yelled.
Just as they were about to act, a voice sounded.
"What do you think you're doing?"
A curvaceous woman in a silver dress barged into the crowd with her bodyguards. With her lips painted a fiery red, she was stunningly beautiful. Every move she made was alluring.
"She's gorgeous!"
The security guards stared at her dumbly. 
"Mr. Rhys, are you okay?"
The woman ignored the looks and headed straight toward Dustin.
"Who are you?"
Dustin narrowed his eyes at her, his anger dissipating.
"Nice to meet you, my name is Natasha Harmon. Mr. Anderson sent me here," the woman said with a smile. 
"Natasha Harmon? Is she the heiress of the Harmon family?"
"Oh, my God! Why is she here?"
Natasha Harmon was a well-known name around the city. She was pretty, influential, and smart. At 22 years old, she had already gained control of the Harmon Group and built her own business empire within five years. 
"Ah, it's you."
Dustin nodded.
He had heard of Natasha before, but he hadn't expected her to be involved with Hunter.
"Mr. Rhys, please wait in the car. I'll deal with this." 
Natasha snapped her fingers. Behind her, her four bodyguards whipped out their batons and advanced toward the crowd. The security guards back off.
"After you, Mr. Rhys."
Seeing that no one else dared to move, Natasha smiled and held out a hand to lead Dustin to the car. Without a word, Dustin picked up the pieces of his necklace and left with Natasha. No one dared to stop him.
"What's wrong? Why did you just let them go?" Florence yelled when she realized what was happening.
None of them dared to lay a finger on Natasha.
The security guards looked at each other, not daring to speak. 
"What happened?"
Dahlia and Lyra came out to see what the commotion was.
"Dahlia! You're here! Look at how badly your brother's been beaten up!"
As soon as Florence saw her, she began to cry, as if she was the one who had been beaten up.
"What happened? Who did this?"
Seeing her brother's wounds, Dahlia's expression became chilly.
"It's that Dustin!" Florence cried. "We met him just now. James picked up a crystal necklace that he dropped and tried to give it back to him, but he tried to turn it around and said that your brother stole it from him. After some argument, he beat up James! My poor James, he just did what he thought was right. What has he done to deserve this?"
She began crying harder.
"Dustin?" Dahlia frowned.
After three years of marriage, she knew Dustin's personality well. He was normally calm and collected and rarely lost his temper. He wouldn't just beat someone up for no reason.
"Look at your brother! Is the truth not clear enough? If you don't believe me, ask the security guards. They saw everything!" Saying this, Florence gave the security guards a look.
"Ms. Nicholson, your mother is right."
The head of security understood his assignment perfectly.
"You hear that? I'm not wronging that person!" He even has a new woman now!"
Hearing this, Dahlia frowned. Could Dustin really do such a thing? Maybe he was furious about the divorce and wanted to exact revenge on her through her brother. If so, then she had to admit that she had misjudged him!
 
Chapter 4
"Mom, take James to the hospital. I'll deal with this."
"What do you think, Lyra?"
Dahlia rubbed her temples. She felt a headache coming on.
"It's obvious, isn't it? It was Dustin who assaulted them first. The security guards were witnesses, so that can't be a lie," Lyra said.
"But my mother's not exactly an honest person…" Dahlia began. She knew her mother and brother well. They were a hot-tempered and ruthless duo.
"Either way, it's still wrong for him to throw the first punch!" Lyra said righteously. 
Dahlia's frown deepened along with her doubts. Lyra was right. It would seem like her decision to divorce him was right.
She took out her phone and called Dustin. At the same time, Dustin was sitting in a silver Bentley and frowned when he saw the call coming in. Despite his reluctance, he still picked up the call.
"Dustin, I need an explanation!" Dahlia demanded. "Are you taking revenge on my family just because I divorced you?"
Hearing this, Dustin was taken aback. He hadn't expected Dahlia to be so aggressive. She hadn't even stopped to listen to what he had to say. After three years of marriage, she was treating him as if he was a mere stranger, or worse.
"Dustin, I'll give you another chance. Go to the hospital right now and apologize to James, and I'll pretend that nothing happened. Otherwise…"
"Otherwise what?" Dustin retorted. "Are you going to call the police on me, or hire someone to take me out?"
"Dustin! Are you really going to throw away my goodwill?" Dahlia snapped.
"Goodwill? Are you sure it's goodwill?"
"You…" Dahlia's retort was cut off as Dustin hung up.
She almost threw out her phone in anger. Dahlia had always been good at hiding her true emotions. It was one of the reasons why she had managed to get to where she was today. But right now, she was having a little trouble in that regard.
"How rude of him." Lyra was about to say more when Dahlia stopped her.
"That's enough of this. I need to work on more important matters, like the charity ball with the Harmon family."
"The charity ball? Has that got anything to do with our partners?"
"That's right. I just received news that the Harmon family has shortlisted the Quine Group. If we do well at this ball, we could be the Harmon family's next partners!"
"That's great! I'll go make the arrangements right now!"
...
After hanging up the call, Dustin arrived at Swinton Primary Hospital. Natasha brought him into a VIP ward, where an old man was laying on the bed, looked dying. Several doctors surrounded him, but none of them looked optimistic.
"Natasha! You're finally here!"
Suddenly, a young woman ran up to them. She was the second daughter of the Harmon family, Ruth Harmon, and the old man on the bed was Andrew Harmon, her grandfather.
"Ms. Harmon, we've already done everything we could." a doctor said helplessly.
"Mr. Rhys will take over." Natasha said coldly.
"Mr. Rhys?"
Dustin looked too young to be a good doctor.
To be frank, she wasn't quite sure about Dustin either, but if Hunter recommended him, then he had to have his merits.
"Could Mr. Anderson have been conned?" Ruth still looked doubtful. "Hey, you, are you really a doctor?"
"I know a little about medicine," Dustin replied.
"Just a little?" Ruth pouted. 
"I won't believe in you unless you can prove to me," Ruth said with her head held high.
"How?" Dustin asked nonchalantly.
"Tell me what ails me. If you're correct, then I'll believe in you!"
"Really? Show me your tongue," Dustin said.
Ruth did as he said.
After a quick look, Dustin said without any hesitation, "Your hormones are imbalanced, so you should be experiencing irregular periods and migraines. You're also showing some signs of food poisoning, which has affected your digestive system. You've been having diarrhea, haven't you? Oh, another thing, you have hemorrhoids…"
The more he spoke, the tenser Ruth became.
 
Chapter 5
"How did you know that?"
Ruth's eyes almost bulged out of her head. Everything from the migraines to diarrhea was spot on. 
"There's a lot you can tell about a person just by looking at them," Dustin said nonchalantly.
"Do you believe him now, Ruth?" Natasha smiled. At the same time, she also heaved a silent sigh of relief. Thank goodness Dustin knew what he was doing.
"He just got lucky!" Ruth refused to admit defeat. 
"I'm sorry, Mr. Rhys. Please ignore her," Natasha told Dustin apologetically.
"It's fine. Shall we begin?"
Dustin didn't take Ruth's attitude to heart. He walked over to Andrew and gave him a thorough check-up. It didn't take long for him to find out what was going on. It was obvious to him that the old man had been poisoned. Thankfully, it was discovered early on, so he could still be saved. 
"Ms. Harmon, can you get me some silver acupuncture needles?" Dustin asked.
"No problem."
Dustin nodded his thanks, then began. His actions were light but firm as his hands flew deftly. With his skill, his patient would not feel any pain from the needles. Seeing this, Natasha was surprised.
"He's good!"
Once all 16 needles were in place, Dustin breathed a sigh of relief. It had been some time since he last performed acupuncture, but thankfully he was still familiar.
"Is that all? Nothing changed!" Ruth looked confused.
"It'll take about two hours to drain the toxin from his body; you shouldn't remove the needles before the two hours are up, or there might be serious side effects!"
Ruth pouted.
"I need to go to the bathroom. Please watch over him while I'm gone," Dustin told the occupants of the room before leaving.
Not long after he left, a group of doctors barged in. These were some of the most skilled doctors in the hospital. A balding man led the troupe.
"I'm Jansen, the executive director of the hospital. I'm here on orders to treat Old Mr. Harmon," the balding man introduced.
"Ah, you're that famous Dr. Jansen! The best doctor in Swinton!" Ruth was ecstatic.
Dr. Jansen said proudly, "yes, I am."
Ruth immediately moved out of his way. Clearly, she trusted Dr. Jansen more than she trusted a youngster like Dustin.
Dr. Jansen nodded. When he got nearer to the bed, he frowned. "What's with the needles? What nonsense is this?"
As he spoke, he made to remove the needles.
"Wait!" Seeing this, Natasha stopped him. "Dr. Jansen, I've already hired another healer. He said that my grandfather has been poisoned. We cannot remove these needles as there might be serious side effects."
"A pack of lies!" Dr. Jansen snorted derisively. "If these needles can cure ailments, then what are doctors for?"
"That's right!" Ruth agreed. "Natasha, that Dustin barely looks a day over 20. How could he be a skilled healer? Please don't tell me you believe what he said."
"Ms. Harmon, all of the best doctors in Swinton are here." Dr. Jansen took the next word. "Please don't believe in these superstitions. It would just make things worse!" 
Their confidence weakened Natasha's resolve. However, she insisted, "We should wait for Mr. Rhys to come back."
"Ms. Harmon, I'm busy. If I pull out these needles and anything happens to Old Mr. Harmon, it'll be on me." With that, Dr. Jansen pulled out all of the needles.
As soon as the needles were removed, something strange happened.
Andrew's body began convulsing. His face began to turn black, and blood gushed out from his nose and mouth. The machines on either side of the bed began beeping.
"What's going on?" Dr. Jansen was surprised by the turn of events.
"What's this, Dr. Jansen?" Natasha frowned.
"That's strange, he was fine earlier…" Dr. Jansen felt uneasy.
"Sir, the patient is coding!"
"Quick, get the machines!"
Without delay, Dr. Jansen began emergency resuscitation. Even after a lot of effort, Andrew did not seem to get better at all. In fact, his stats were declining uncontrollably. Dr. Jansen was panicking.
"Ms. Harmon, I think… I think Old Mr. Harmon is… dying…"
"What?" Both Natasha and Ruth were shocked.
 
Chapter 6
"You liar!" Natasha was livid. She grabbed Dr. Jansen by the collar and yelled, "I told you not to remove the needles! Now that the worst has happened, this is all you have to say?"
"No, this has got nothing to do with me!" Dr. Jansen shook his head fervently. "It must be that other healer. His needles must have caused this to happen!"

Thursday, October 5, 2023

Madam Bambina's Brothel


Episode Three
“You are killing all my customers. What is it that you have in your body that is making men to die after touching you? Do you want to drive me out of business?” Madam Bambina asked Cheta. Her face does not look good at all. She looked worried and troubled by a serious problem. Her eyes were red as if she did not sleep well the night before.
Cheta did not say anything yet as she patiently waited for Madam Bambina to finish ranting. As always, Madam was smoking and the odour filled the air, making Cheta very uncomfortable. Occasionally, she coughed because the smoke from the cigar bellowed and entered her nostrils. She used her left pam to cup her nose.
“I gave you the first man to service, you killed him. I gave you five other men to service, now I’m getting a very bad report that they slept and did not wake up. Do you know how bad it is that men are dying in my brothel?” Madam Bambina continued her rants. 
Unknown to her, Cheta was no longer afraid of her. Cheta has discovered that there is something special about her body and she is now determined to use it to her maximum advantage. After the five men slept with her the previous night, she discovered that she bled again, but in the morning, her body went back to virginity. She was now fully convinced that she possesses some mystical powers capable of killing people who touched her. She woke up that morning with a new kind of confidence.
She has made up her mind to fight back instead of suffering molestation in the hands of men in the brothel. She is determined to even kill if push comes to shove.
“Stop asking me stupid questions.” Cheta tells Madam Bambina. The words came ‘tata tata’ like multiple gunshots fired into the ears. Madam Bambina did not expect that and she was swept off balance, so she dropped her cigar. She did not know what gave Cheta the courage to say those words. Indeed, if a bird is dancing in the road, the thing that is drumming for him is in the bush.
It was early in the morning around 7am, but as usual, all the girls were up. Since she came to the brothel, Cheta has counted at least, thirty three girls. That morning, they were going about their duties in the brothel, pretending not to hear the conversation between Cheta and Madam Bambina, but Cheta knew they were eavesdropping. Madam Bambina had called her from her room to the veranda where she usually sits to monitor her girls and events in the brothel. She was sitting on a red rubber chair with a red table before her while Cheta was standing like a housemaid in the presence of her madam.
When Cheta fired back at Madam Bambina, everyone dropped what they were doing to listen and watch more closely. It was the first time anyone was questioning Madam Bambina’s authority. Before Cheta, no one ever dared to cough in her presence. She always has a gun in her hand, but fortunately for Cheta, she had no gun that morning.
“Are you talking to me or someone else? Is that question for me? How dare you?” Madam Bambina said to Cheta. She stood up from her chair and looked around as if she was checking where her gun is. There was no gun.
“The question is for you fat fool! You don’t have your gun and even if you have it, you can do nothing. Toothless bulldog.” Cheta fired again with her tongue. Her words made Madam Bambina angrier.
“I asked you questions and you are talking back at me? Don’t you value your life? I have killed people who are bigger than you. I have killed men and thrown them into the desert.” Madam Bambina tells Cheta. She was drawing closer to her with so much anger in her voice. It appears the woman hasn’t brushed her teeth that morning because Cheta could see something that looked like mucus coming from either sides of her dark lips. She also perceived her mouth odour which smelt like rotten egusi soup.
“That’s not true! You have never killed anyone. You think you will continue to intimidate me with all those lies?” Cheta’s voice was getting stronger and more confident. She also started drawing closer to Madam Bambina. The other girls were all watching and they were proud of what Cheta was doing, though, they were scared to say it. If they had their way, they all felt like cheering Cheta like a footballer who scored a penalty kick. But they all kept shut and watched the unfolding drama.
“You sent men to come and rape me and they did. Now, they are all dead and you are blaming me? How am I responsible for what befell them? What about me that was raped? You stupid lilie-livered, fat fool.” Cheta cursed. Madam Bambina was now boiling ‘putu putu’ like a pot of porridge on fire. She raised her right hand to slap Cheta but she was late because Cheta slapped her first. Actually, the woman’s hand could not reach Cheta’s face on time because she is short. If they were to measure height, Madam Bambina would only dangle at Cheta’s waist region.
So she was able to seize the moment and pushed Madam Bambina to the wall and held her by the throat.
Cheta’s grip was so tight that Madam Bambina struggled to breath.
“Please, let me go. I’m dying!” Madam Bambina pleaded.
“Die! That’s exactly what I want. I want to kill you and get my freedom. From today onward, you will no longer traffick girls to work as prostitutes.” Cheta responded. Everyone else started cheering Cheta up when they saw that she was winning and there were not chances of Madam Bambina surviving the choking grip. All the girls in the brothel gathered closer in joy. They all watched as Madam Bambina gave up the ghost.
When she stopped breathing, Cheta let go of her fat body and it dropped on the floor. 
“It is over. We are now free. I’m the new owner of this brothel. Henceforth, I will be the boss and I will run it the way I desire. You are no longer a slave. If you wish to stay, you can stay lets run this place together, but you can leave if you feel this place is not for you.” Cheta declared. She dragged Madam Bambina’s body into her room and hid it under the bed.
Just then, policemen in several Hilux vans entered the brothel and arrested everyone, including Cheta.

Watch out for episode 4.

Broken love 💔(A soldier's tale)



Chapter 3:

I found out about the preparation this evening, it's was meant to be a surprise wedding, my dad's wants to  marry me off without my consent to the senator's son. I won't let him have his way. I sobbed gently.

He just sat there thinking. You have to go?
Wait ,what?I was shocked by his sudden change of mind. I never expected this from him.

Yes, your parents want the best for you, I may not be able to give you the life which you crave for.

 I'm never going to marry Tobi not for any reason. His too arrogant and full of himself. His not the kind of guy any sensible lady will want to be with. And what do you know about the kind of life I crave for?

Hmmm, interesting. Tell me the kind of guy any sensible lady will love to be with..? he asked winking at me.

Answer mine first?

"never mind".
"Never mind as well" i replied him He's too cute as I stared at him.

We slept off cuddling ourselves.

I was woken up by a soft kiss planted on my fore head, as his sweet scent of perfume filled the whole room.

"You are set for work, so early, it's still 5'oclock in the morning.

Yeah, duty calls. He replied checking out his outfit in a nearby mirror.

I'll see you when I get back, take good care of yourself ok. 

Bye love,I stood up to see him off as he pecked me.
I watched him zoom off on his power bike.
I couldn't sleep again as his thought erupted my mind. I held his clothes closer to my heart  and sniffing it at different intervals.

During the day, there was nothing much to do,I took a walk around the Barack getting to know my neighbors since I would be living there. I saw the women doing some house chores, I longed to do it but unfortunately I was never taught how to do domestic chores. I ate only the bread I saw in his mini fridge till he came back around 7pm at night.

I hugged him, "welcome back", I miss you baby.. I spouted my lips like a baby.

"How was your day?"

"Boring"

"Mine wasn't fun as well, work work work". I noticed he was tired.

"I'm hungry what did you cook".
I adjusted scratching my hair, I was deeply embarrassed.

"It's fine I'll prepare something for us to eat". He proceeded towards the kitchen but I was swift to held him back.
"No no no, I can cook just that I overslept so I didn't wake on time prepare your meal, just sit here let me prepare your food. I quietly walked into the kitchen.
I know of a truth cooking was never imbibed in me.. unaware to me, Maurice was looking at me through the kitchen door.
"Are you sure you don't need some help", I was startled by the sound of  his voice.

I concurred.

Dinner was ready in less than an hour as the aroma of jellof rice filled the whole room.

After the delicious meal. I offered to do the dishes, I was gradually fitting in, after all I have a whole lot learn.
He alerted my attention on getting there,the news about my disappearance was all over the city. A reward of 5million naira was to be  given to who soever was to find my whereabout.

I saw the worried look on Maurice.
"What do we do? Your dad is keen on finding you, do you have any trust worthy friend around". I wasn't the type that keeps friend.
"Yeah, Ella, but by now I guess my dad would have contacted her". 
Weeks turned into months, I has learn so fast, I learnt through observation from my neighbors and cooking from my great chef, Maurice.

Maurice has warned me never to go out to get things, I would only call or text him,while he get the things himself.

On this particular day, I urgently needed to prepare dinner before his arrival.  At the market I noticed two men following me, I turned severally to see if they were going on their business but it seems I was their business. They stopped aas soon as I made a stop. I smirked at them, I purposely increased my steps and they did as well. 

Who knows how long, they've been following me?

I need to divert their attentions. SoI took a bushy part and when I got to a lonely area. I stood still.
"Who are you and why have you been stalking me.
We need to get you to your father right now, they made a move to touch me, I quickly threw a punch on the first one, then kick the other on this private region. The first one charged towards me almost immediately throwing a punch immediately at me, I dogded him and gave him a submission grappling, causing to bleed on his lips.

The both were down wincing in pains, I quickly took my things before been caught again.
I wasn't only the daughter of a drug dealer but I was as well skilled In marital art, dad taught this as  self defense art and I made use of it at that moment. 

I didn't inform Maurice about what happened.

Few weeks later, Maurice went out to work as usual and was reported absent. After waiting a day without his appearance, a search party was sent to look for him. Deep down I knew I was been track down and was caught, since they couldn't come for me in the barrack, they went for Maurice. I knew my Maurice has been abducted by my dad.
I began preparing my self for the next line of action.

When I got a call from a private number. I crossed the number to see if it has a gun sign to avoid explosion. That was a skill taught to me in the group. There was none. So I picked the call.

"If you want to see your dear lover, you better be here in the nearest 30 minutes or I will send his corpse to you".

You dare not hurt him, else…. The line went dead, I put on a dark trouser and a black hoodie and left. Tracing the direction of the address given to me was hard. It was indeed an uncompleted building in a thick forest. I arrived there by 8pm at that night.
All for me to see my…….

TBC

I am Magdalene Akuma I believe in positivity 💖💖
Magdalene's library

Wednesday, October 4, 2023

Phyna come back home


BBNaija: She doesn’t pick up our calls anymore -  Phyna’s father cries out, says she disappeared after winning N100m. 

The father of BBNaija season 7 winner, Josephina 'Phyna' Otabor, has claimed the reality star has abandoned her family after she found fame and became rich.

Recall that Phyna won the BBNaija ‘Level Up’ edition grand prize of N100 million in 2022.  At the time, her parents thought their suffering had come to an end, but unknown to them, their challenges were going to remain unchanged. 

Speaking with Vanguard in a new interview, Phyna’s father, Mr Felix Otabor said the day Phyna was announced the winner of BBNaija season 7, in 2022 was the last time they set their eyes on her. 

He said she disappeared and abandoned her family as soon as the prize money was handed over to her. 

He also said Phyna had asked him to stop being a hearse driver but failed to help him when he stopped, leaving him currently jobless. 

Hear him, “I haven’t seen Phyna, my daughter since she won BBNaija ‘Level Up’ edition last year. She hasn’t returned home since then. I don’t know why? I am a professional hearse driver, and when she won the reality TV show, she asked me to do away with all my old cars, promising to change my life. But since then, I haven’t seen her. And I don’t have a car again. Once in a while, the Vice-Chairman of our association will allow me to drive his own car.

“I sold all my four cars because at the time , my daughter won the show. I thought that God had finally answered our prayers. I called her on the telephone, and she said God has blessed us. She asked me to do away with all my old cars, or she would give them out to Aboki, any day she returned. So, instead of allowing her to dash out my cars to scavengers, I decided to sell them as scraps and used the proceeds to renovate my house. And that was the beginning of my suffering. I stopped doing my business because I had no car again. And my neighbours thought I was either stingy or pretending as if my daughter just won a N100 million grand prize. I was the Vice-Chairman of our association, but when I couldn’t show at our station sometimes they replaced me with another person
From that moment things started getting tough for me

Tuesday, October 3, 2023

word from baba kuti

Nigeria @ 63: Time For Sober Reflection And Prayers, Not Celebration

FELA KUTI
"Sorrow Tears & Blood" 1977 Classic 

Eh-ya!
Everybody run run run
Eh-ya!
Everybody scatter scatter
Eh-ya!
Some people lost some bread
Eh-ya!
Someone nearly die
Eh-ya!
Someone just die
Eh-ya!
Police they come, army they come
Eh-ya!
Confusion everywhere

Eh-ya!

Seven minutes later
All don cool down, brother
Police don go away
Army don disappear
Them leave sorrow, tears and blood
Them regular trademark!
Them leave sorrow, tears and blood

Them regular trademark
Themregular trademark
Them regular trademark

That is why

Eh-ya!
Everybody run run run
Eh-ya!
Everybody scatter scatter
Eh-ya!
Some people lost some bread
Eh-ya!
Someone nearly die
Eh-ya!
Someone just die
Eh-ya!
Police they come
Army they come
Confusion everywhere
Eh-ya!

My people self they fear too much
We fear for the thing we no see
We fear for the air around us
We fear to fight for freedom
We fear to fight for liberty
We fear to fight for justice
We fear to fight for happiness
We always get reason to fear

We no want die
We no want wound
We no want quench
We no want go

I get one child
Mama dey for house
Papa dey for house
I want build house
I don't build house
I no want quench
I want enjoy
I no want go
Ah!

So policeman go slap your face
You no go talk
Army man go whip your yansh
You go they look like donkey
Rhodesia they do them own
Our leaders they yab for nothing
South Africa they do them own

Them leave sorrow, tears and blood

Ah, na so
Time will they go
Time no wait for nobody
Like that: choo, choo, choo, choo, ah
But police go they come, army go they come
With confusion....

A WALKING & BREATHING YORUBA ENCYCLOPEDIA


An African proverb says that when an elder joins the ancestors, it is like a library burnt down. This man right here, Baba Ifáyẹmi Ọ̀ṣúndàgbonù Elebuibon is the perfect epitomization of that saying for the Yoruba people.

He is a living library of Yorba knowledge, both general and esoteric. Born 1947 in the ancient Yoruba city of Osogbo, Ifayemi Elebuibon is a prolific Yoruba writer, poet, author, linguist, and a world-famous Ifa priest. His plays and films have received worldwide acclamation for his pursuit of the preservation of Yoruba culture and heritage including featuring in recent Yoruba productions like Jagun Jagun and Anikulapo, and he is not resting on his oars.

He also serves as a traveling lecturer in several institutions including at the department of African language and literature at the Obafemi Awolowo University and Black Studies at the San Francisco State University and at the Wajumbe Cultural Institution in California. Through his efforts, the Osun Osogbo Grove was named a UNESCO World heritage site and in 2005, UNESCO declared in its 3rd proclamation of World Masterpieces that the Ifa System of the Yoruba people was one of the Oral and Intangible Heritage of Humanity to be preserved and protected.

Through his Books, Journal publications, Recorded Audiovisual references and other efforts, Yoruba history, culture, literature (oral and written), philosophy, theatre and medicine has received global recognition and a great boost towards preservation for the future generation of Yoruba yet unborn. 

Kí baba pẹ́ fún wa l'aṣẹ Èdùmàrè

Live no man's life

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