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True love

September 18, 2017
TRUE LOVE

By Onyedikachi Nwosu

I've heard people talk about it, I've seen people get frustrated in the search for it, and I’ve seen people chase its shadows endlessly. They search for it in the wrong places, and even if they ever find it, because it does not come in a form that conforms to the misconceptions they delude themselves with, mostly because it comes in ways that cannot be consummated, they miss the beauty of it. Love is the most god-like of all emotions; having many phases, and a mere sexual attraction which we mistake for love itself is the least and the worst part of this divine passion.
"You cannot truly love, you do not know what it means to love, you only know the watered-down version that we humans delude ourselves with, which at best is a give and take transaction. This thing we humans call love is not true love. That fairy-tale "true love" which we seek, we cannot find in the arms or hearts of another". Only you can love yourself in a way no other person can...you and God.
1 Corinthians 13:4-7 says.
Love is patient.
Love is kind.
Love does not envy.
Love is not proud.
Love does not dishonour another.
Love is not selfish.
Love is not easily angered.
Love keeps no record of wrongs done.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
Love always protects.
Love always trusts.
Love always hopes.
Love perseveres.

Now that you have known what it means to love, now that you have known what the whole package entails, tell me, has anyone ever, and can any human apart from you ever give you the full package of true love?
Remember that you also cannot give them that "true love" either, because the survival instinct in us makes us such selfish creatures, looking out for our own good and whatever promotes our continuous survival that we cannot give love in its true nature, to another neither can we get it from any other than our ourselves.
Does this knowledge mean that all relationships or marriages are doomed to fail? No, it does not, what it means is that you will find many people, some who will claim to truly love you, some whom you will pretend to truly love, but you will find out at some point that this love is subject to situational bias, meaning that sometimes you feel it, and sometimes you do not. As you grow, you find out that when the time comes to pick a life partner to travel the journey of life with, it will not be because of love because relationships which are built on the human version of love cannot stand the test of time nor weather all storms, but rather because for the first time, you will have found someone who complements you in the most beautiful ways, someone with whom you connect on a level deeper than you ever have with any other person, someone who makes you feel like you found a part of you that was missing, and that they make you feel complete, and that with them, you are truly happy, and then maybe, just maybe, you might come close to knowing what love really feels like.
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To those who fail to understand this message, a few more heart-wrenching heartbreaks will teach you the lesson in practical ways.

Naive Plan That Almost Ruined My Gp

September 06, 2017


We walked into the cbt hall and took our seat. I looked around me and smiled inwardly. The formation was perfect. This exam was going to be a peanut. It was a sure pass. In fact, we were going to give them an assignment.

One of the CBT moderator in front of me was directing students to their seats and I bowed my head in order not to attract any notice. All of a sudden a shadow fell upon me and I was forced to look up. Oh God! Why now? Why me? There he stood with that irritating smirk he wore around like it was his birthright. I quickly schooled my features to hide my dismay. Maybe he wouldn’t notice my apprehension. No such luck. He may not have noticed it, but he certainly meant to induce it.

“You, to the next system”;pointing his finger to the other roll
“Sir?”
“Are you deaf? Pack your things, move to the other roll and pick another system”
“Chai!” I lamented in my mind as I sluggishly gathered my course form, pencil and workings sheet, hoping for divine intervention, a miracle, anything! His countenance brooked no argument. My grade was in jeopardy.


My day had just gone from ‘yay’ to ‘nay’. My feet felt leaden, I could barely lift them up. I looked back regretfully as some random student slid into my seat with relish. Oh! What a waste. All my hard work. My formation had been mapped out with the precision of an army general. I had been separated from my army and now I had to fight the war alone. With every step I took, I rained silent curses on him who had done this to me.

Little did I know that I had done this to myself. I had relied heavily on others in order to lighten my own load. Now that I was left stranded, I was quivering like a leaf blown into the middle of the river and sweating like a Hausa man under the scorching kano sun. My nails went under attack and came out looking worse for the wear. Even the unfortunate cover of my lucky pen couldn’t escape my wrath. Oh, Father Lord! I need a miracle, expo from heaven, anything Lord! I began to cast and bind all the witches and wizards (especially him) who seemed to have declared that I would not pass this exam. Every force that is working against my success (including my village people), die by fire! But even prayer could not help me now. It was too late.

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“Okay, you can start start now.” said one of the moderator

My first glance at the question that appeared on my system screen sunk me further into despair. I didn’t even know what I didn’t even know. It seemed like my brain had gone on automatic reset.

“you have 10 minutes more.” my system warned.

I jerked and looked around me. 10 minutes ke? Mogbé o! I hadn’t even answer 10 questions out of 70 yet. I hurriedly clicks answers at random.
“you have successfully complete your exam, please silently leave the hall.”
Ah! E gba mi o! Number 25 out of 70. *moku* *mogbe* *modaran*.

Hey, I am finished! 3-credit course! (CHM101 of all courses) I walked out of the hall morosely with tears strolling down my eyes, I couldn’t even respond to the inquiries of my supposed gang who I felt had betrayed me.
I picked up my bag, dusted my trousers and went home to prepare for the next day’s paper.

Moral lesson: Always make hard work and self-reliance your backup plan.

 NB: NON FICTION

PLIGHTS OF THE ROHINGYA MUSLIMs Part 1*

September 05, 2017
*PLIGHTS OF THE ROHINGYA MUSLIMs Part 1*

Written by:
*Habeebullahi Faruq Olamilekan* *_(Agbeloba)_*

Co-written and edited by:
*Taiye Temitope Abdulrasheed* *_(#Rasbom)_*

     With a population of over 1 million people,  there exist a stateless minority group of people at the southern part of Myanmar or Burma as you choose to call it. These sets of people are Muslim minority in the Buddhist dominated kingdom of Burmis,  in the southern province of Rakhine.
     Stay tune as we take you through the plights of the most terrorise group of minorities in the world.

*Who are the Rohingya?*
     The Rohingya are often described as "the world's most persecuted minority".
They are an ethnic Muslim group who have lived for centuries in the majority Buddhist
Myanmar. Currently, there are about 1.1 million Rohingya Muslims who live in the Southeast Asian country.
The Rohingya speak Rohingya or Ruaingga, a dialect that is distinct to others spoken in Rakhine State and throughout Myanmar. They are not considered one of the country's 135 official ethnic groups and have been denied citizenship in Myanmar since 1982, which has effectively rendered them stateless.
 Nearly all of the Rohingya in Myanmar live in the western coastal state of Rakhine and are not allowed to leave without government permission. It is one of the poorest states in the country with ghetto-like camps and a lack of basic services and opportunities.
Due to ongoing violence and persecution, hundreds of thousands of Rohingya have fled to neighbouring countries either by land or boat over the course of many decades.

*Where are the Rohingya from?*
     Muslims have lived in the area now known as Myanmar since as early as the 12th century, according to many historians and Rohingya groups.
The Arakan Rohingya National Organisation has said, "Rohingyas have been living in Arakan from time immemorial," referring to the area now known as Rakhine.
During the more than 100 years of British rule (1824-1948), there was a significant amount of migration of labourers to what is now known as Myanmar from today's India and Bangladesh . Because the British administered Myanmar as a province of
India, such migration was considered internal, according to Human Rights Watch (HRW).
The migration of labourers was viewed negatively by the majority of the native population.
After independence, the government viewed the migration that took place during British rule as "illegal, and it is on this basis that they refuse citizenship to the majority of Rohingya," HRW said in a 2000 report. This has led many Buddhists to consider the Rohingya as Bengali, rejecting the term Rohingya as a recent invention, created for political reasons.

*How and why are they being persecuted? And why aren't they recognised?*
    Shortly after Myanmar's independence from the British in 1948, the Union Citizenship Act was passed, defining which ethnicities could gain citizenship. According to a 2015 report by the International Human Rights Clinic at Yale Law School, the Rohingya were not included. The act, however, did allow those whose families had lived in Myanmar for at least two generations to apply for identity cards.
Rohingya were initially given such identification or even citizenship under the generational provision. During this time, several Rohingya also served in parliament.
 After the 1962 military coup in Myanmar, things changed dramatically for the Rohingya. All citizens were required to obtain national registration cards. The Rohingya, however, were only given foreign identity cards, which limited the jobs and educational opportunities they could pursue and obtain.
In 1982, a new citizenship law was passed, which effectively rendered the Rohingya stateless. Under the law, Rohingya were again not recognised as one of the country's 135 ethnic groups. The law established three levels of citizenship. In order to obtain the most basic level (naturalised citizenship), there must be proof that the person's family lived in Myanmar prior to 1948, as well as fluency in one of the national languages. Many Rohingya lack such paperwork because it was either unavailable or denied to them.
As a result of the law, their rights to study, work, travel, marry, practice their religion and access health services have been and continue to be restricted. The Rohingya cannot vote and even if they jump through the citizenship test hoops, they have to identify as "naturalised" as opposed to Rohingya, and limits are placed on them entering certain professions like medicine, law or running for office.
Since the 1970s, a number of crackdowns on the Rohingya in Rakhine State have forced hundreds of thousands to flee to neighbouring Bangladesh, as well as
Malaysia, Thailand and other Southeast Asian countries. During such crackdowns, refugees have often reported rape, torture, arson and murder by Myanmar security forces.
After the killings of nine border police in October 2016, troops started pouring into villages in Rakhine State. The government blamed what it called fighters from an armed Rohingya group. The killings led to a security crackdown on villages where Rohingya lived. During the crackdown, government troops were accused of an array of human rights abuses, including extrajudicial killing, rape and arson - allegations the government denied.
In November 2016, a UN official accused the government of carrying out "ethnic cleansing" of Rohingya Muslims. It was not the first time such an accusation has been made.
In April 2013, for example, HRW said Myanmar was conducting a campaign of ethnic cleansing against the Rohingya. The government has consistently denied such accusations.
Most recently, Myanmar's military has imposed a crackdown on the country's Rohingya population after police posts and an army base were attacked in late August.
Residents and activists have described scenes of troops firing indiscriminately at unarmed Rohingya men, women and children. The government, however, has said nearly 100 people were killed after armed men from the Arakan Rohingya Salvation Army (ARSA) launched a raid on police outposts in the region.
Since the violence erupted, rights groups have documented fires burning in at least 10 areas of Myanmar's Rakhine State. More than 50,000 people have fled the violence, with thousands trapped in a no-man's land between the two countries...To be continue...

*REFERENCES*
United Nations (UN)
International Human Right Clinic
Human Right Watch
Al-Jazeera
CNN
BBC

Do Not Forget

September 05, 2017


DO NOT FORGET



The night that will stay long enough to haunt you is not that dark a night. Someone grabs your breasts in bed, and you wake up and, before you know it, he pulls your nightdress over your head, lies on top of you, and then lodges his member on the region below your navel. You fight and fight, slap, and even scratch his face with your fingers. Even while you kick and kick, struggle and scream, he doesn’t stop. And your bed quakes and quakes, until he is done in about 5 mins, having filtered your 23-year-old better parts, and springs to his feet. Satisfied.

It is your uncle, Joe.

You are broken. Shock hangs like a rain cloud. You don’t believe this has happened to you, that Uncle Joe, your mama’s younger brother, can break you. People who broke women forcefully into pieces were total strangers; they were people you heard about on TV or radio, or read about in newspapers. Not people you knew, people related to you. Uncles, no. And Uncle Joe of all people?



You are crying. Uncle Joe then switches on the light and walks in with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He sits on the bed. His body smells like forest wood that fills the room, fills your nostrils.

‘I’m sorry this won’t happen again,’ he says and pours himself wine.

You say nothing. Just moping.

Uncle Joe goes over to stand in front of the wardrobe, backing you. ‘It won’t happen again,’ he says again, his voice echoing in your head a million times. Resentment fills you. Then it occurred to you. You quickly gather yourself, and with a metal object you have picked from the edge of your bed, you hit him. And when he screams, you hit him again and again, until you are sure he is dead. People will find out, you know ― sooner or later ― and, a little later, you sit on the floor and let the tears gathering in your eyes fall down to your lap.



LIVING IN GUILT

August 19, 2017
LIVING IN GUILT

Story by Akin Omo Akin

I tried resisting but she persisted. She was all over me as she urged, patiently waiting for me to give in. I finally lost control but when she stared at me,keeping her gaze on my retina. Looking through her blue eyes my heart was sectile.

"Please, Princely, please, I want this." She said with a subtle touch.

"okay how much for the blue contact lenses?" I asked the anxious shop keeper.

"Six thousand five." He replied
I fumed, as I reached my pocket for my credit card, resenting the shopkeepers sated smile.

Sekinat was bode's girlfriend, and it was her birthday In two days. We had been shopping the entire afternoon. Just like I promised her. a favor from bode , who has travelled abroad for few months program. I help her into the taxi, laughing as she clutched two nylon bags in her hands. She was beautiful, adorable, daring, and lively. For a while, we were both silent and the atmosphere was becoming too dull for her to bare. I had to bring something up, I told her about myself, my family, the crazy girlfriend I had. It was all lively and she was happy and talky, i decided to tell her about how I felt for her. The silent that evade the air was so brawny, I regretted telling her about what I felt for her,she must hate me now, "I muttered."

We'd been on the road for almost an hour, as we approached the last stop that leads to her house, I sighed with lot of air running through my nerves.

"Why did you allow him that day, why?"she spoke.

" huh?" I stuttered.

"At the Hangout. You came to me first, but you said nothing, bode asked me out in your present."

"I...I loved you the first time I saw your face. I had wish that everything he said and did to me that night was done by you." I was lost.

The car pulled over in front of her apartment. She got down first, dragging her nylon with the door, I stood on her side holding the door for her and frowning at the silence between us.

"It's getting late I should probably go home and prepare for tomorrow." I said as she dropped the bags.

She stood up facing me, and whispered "I can't thank you enough for today"

Even though I couldn't explain the kiss and everything that came afterward, we had the night to our best, a "a fifty shade " kind of night. Her body was a lover's breath away from mine. Our tongues were wet with guilt. I opened my eyes and wished I never did, oh we never did. The image of the night still hunts the inner me as I watched bode leaning on his kitchen cabinet to fetch me some drinks.

IN TIME

August 15, 2017


Story By AKINOMOAKIN

Faraway from the earth, there we live ,just like every other human; we are mortals, we eat, we sleep, we work, we reproduce, but there's this particular thing that secern and differentiate us from the common man, which is the Time. On the phase of our hand is a long inscription of reading time. Practically, our day to day living depends on that time, unlike the humans that are ignorance of their death day, our time of death is glaring and plainly displayed on our hands, once the time runs out, we die; in respective of where we are or what we are doing at the moment our time runs off. In our world, we have no currency, we purchase cars, food, house, taxes , and everything by depositing our running time. In our world transferring of time is possible: possible for someone who have lot of time to give out to those who have few, and also possible for someone who have few to take everything from someone who have lots. In our world our time does not read immediately we are born , until we are thirty years old. after that we grow no more, and we have no change in our look or appearance.


Just like the normal world, the way we have poor and rich people, we also have billionaire amongst us, who virtually can live for a whole life time and also poor people who have nothing less than few hours more to live; because they have wasted most of their time on day to day expenses.


My ephemeral story of life in time was brutal, my time starts to read when I turned 25, my Family, we are poor but still averagely better than lot of those that roam around the street. My Dad, he was a time thief, he steals time from those who have millions and gives to those who have little on the street. My mother was a school teacher who doesn't get paid till after a month. Every morning my father will call on all of us, me, my mum and my little sister, and he'll give us some of his time probably a day or two so we can survive till he gets back. One day my dad went to rob as usual, because it's been long he gives time to people in the street. and lots are dying, dad got shot and he died. He died with our family asset (the time) in his hand. Since then we became very poor, I had to start working but still the work fetch little or no time for us to survive for long. sooner my mum was having one day left to die, and so I started giving her 24hours from my time everyday. My sister, she's not yet 25, her time is yet to start reading, thereby making it impossible for her to share. we continue living like that, give a day to my mum from my time and she pays me back after receiving her salary, but this month, my sister died ,her time started reading while she was asleep in her boyfriend place. he was reported to have stolen all of her time and elope from our time zone.


Now i have only my mum as family. On my time I have just 5yrs and two months to live. Because I have already giving most of my time to my mum. Mum was about leaving for work one morning, as usual, I have to give her some of my time. Normally I'm supposed to give her a day, but she requested for half, she told me she won't be staying out long, I did as instructed and she kissed my cheek and left. That evening, after I returned from work, I didn't meet at home, which is very unusual, I couldn't call her because I'll have to deposit an hour for a call and she have to deposit an hour to pick my calls too, mum doesn't have that much. I set out for the park immediately, when I got there, the last bus was just arriving, I went inside the bus to check for her, but she's not inside. My mum attempted boarding that bus, but that particular day, her destination was increased to 2 hours and she have 1:32minute left on her time. She had to start running. I badge out of the bus and started running towards her location, hopefully to catch her up on the run, of course I did, mum approaching from far, I increased my speed pace and sooner I was about reaching her, while she approached me, her face were filled with smile and just when I stretch out my hand to reach out for hers, she fell and died, she ran out of time.


That is how i lost my family and everything i have. The way this is happening In my family, the same way it's happening in other families who live in time. We all live to die by the sunset of the day. Anytime I hear the people of the earth saying how nice would it have been, if everyone knows the day they'll die, I'll smile and thank the almighty on their behalf, for they are lucky,and do not dwell in time like us.


This story was inspired by Justin Timberlake (the actor of IN TIME).

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