Echoes of their voices: keep it high
You have to realize that keeping mute over your sexual abuse experience will not only make you
suffer for the rest of your life,
The Rebirth Of Liah: Her Redemption
Liah at 28 got helped, restored, rehabilitated and re-molded. The process of her redemption was truly a fight with Lucifer! It was one out of millions of similar fights, sending the ECHOES OF THEIR VOICES, to walls far and wide, fighting for their freedom for all their eternities. After more than three abortions which Liah had been coerced to undergo, tides changed for her health. It began with incessant stomach aches that gripped her when everyone else was snoring away at night. One night it became so bad she screamed so loud. Her aunt ran to her room and asked what was wrong with her. Liah just cried, she shot her mind back to when she peeped at that crazy door, she tried to get words out of her, to bring her aunt into the story of how her life was ruined. Still, streams of salty tears wouldn’t let her. …
Broken Treasure by Deborah Benjamin
I remember vividly like yesterday when one strong ill in our society caught up with me. The caretakers that everyone had access to in life, left me in the lonely world when I was just a little girl of four years. I was forced painfully into an orphanage home in a remote area in Nigeria, Africa. It was not so bad in the beginning; the people there were very sympathetic and consoling. When I turned eight, I had automatically become the home’s messenger. I ran most of the errands, got to the market and did the hard chores that even most of the bigger girls in the home did not do. That was probably as a result of my intelligence and confusing stature. Oh, I really appreciated the fact that I was not on the street like most children who were like me; who had lost their parents. Hey broken…
Echoes of Their Voices – The Rebirth of Liah
She had gone to find out the reason for the heavy, husky sounds and moans she had heard, but looking through a tiny hole, she got the biggest shock of her life; her aunt’s husband and his own younger sister, right on her aunt’s matrimonial bed! Now, what could Liah do to stop this from becoming her own fate?
HAPPINESS IS NOT WHAT I THOUGHT IT TO BE!
For happiness… he wished to be in their shoes. Yes, but who doesn’t like the good taste of honey and as the day passed, his desire to become rich increased. He still died an unhappy man.
I must admit
“I must admit, in my early days as a leader I was all about me. I had a title and I thought that was all I needed. I also thought because of my title everyone would automatically follow and respect me. Leadership wasn’t something I needed to work hard at. I felt I had already arrived.”
Dante’s Walks
Dante stood up from his desk and wandered to the window. He hated days like this. Days when he was so choked up by his work that he couldn’t take his daily walk through the city. He knew that the others cited his walks as proof of his un-Nigerian nature. But he did consider himself wholly Nigerian. His fluent and beautiful pidgin was a thing of pride for him after the many years he’d spent outside the country. Nobody walked in Nigeria, except you really had to. Especially not when you had a fleet of cars at your disposal. In Nigeria, even public transport was regarded as something for the poor and not-so-wealthy. In the beginning, his walks had been an issue between him and his father. Chief Vincent Omenuko, Dante’s father, was the founder and CEO of a multi-million naira pharmaceutical company in Nigeria and in his opinion, Dante,…
R.I.P Aminat
It was really a long something that day. A long ride home after a long day’s work and then I met, a long line of cars caught in a tight gridlock. Inside my Car, I sat bemoaning how lost my city was to have such congested roads. In times like this, I wished I had one of those super powers. Perhaps teleporting with my car and appearing right in front of my gate would do no harm. Good thing My ‘Spider’ had an A.C. and so, I had no problems with heat while waiting for the traffic… but the boredom. I searched the lower apartment in my mob looking for any CD I could play to break the boredom. ‘Lionel Richie’, ‘Bobby Brown’… What rubbish? This Tayo of a boy had disrupted my CD settings again. I still could not figure out how a seventeen year old boy would…
Pieces of Silence
I am almost 20 years, my whole life should be ahead of me yet it feels like my life ended on that April afternoon 11 years ago. With the stretch of my legs that April day, my life snapped.
And now I walk around in pieces and silence.
When I Was Young…
I now nurse a hunger for the wild things of life that you awoke in me, and left unattended, it’s like you did this on purpose. Shebi it gets easier as your jail term comes to an end, or it doesn’t?
This will be the last time I will ever be this vulnerable! I will rise!
A young Nigerian musician working to develop smart cities in Africa
These days, I spend most of my time travelling; doing music and creating social changes. I believe that apart from being a musician, I am also a core humanitarian and coupled with my training as a Surveyor, designing opportunities for impact has now become my new lifestyle.
Two-o-eight
He became concerned on Wednesday when as he walked home with his best friend, Michael, he had kicked another piece of rock. Michael, who was a class clown had joked, “Oh boy, are you not the god of stone?”