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By Ovundah Nyeche.

Eka is currently under attack from her home, she is twenty nine years old. Almost all her friends are getting married. She has loads and loads of “ashoebi”. Six months ago as she was entering her room after one of these weddings her mum confronted her, asking her where she was coming from. “Jennifer’s wedding” she replied and then her mum started raining strong words on her. “ When will your turn ever come… every Saturday you are away for one wedding or the other, when will people come for your own wedding… All my friends are inviting me for their children’s wedding, when will I invite them for yours. All your friends are getting married, even those that are your junior already have three children”

These words can’t seem to get off her head. She is in a relationship with Mike, well will we call this a relationship? Mike uses abusive words on her, the last time she tried correcting Mike, he landed some focused slaps on her cheeks. He apologized though and he always apologizes, but somehow returns to type after these apologies. The words of her mum still rings strong in her head. She has talked to her mum about Mike, who now drops her off at home. Her mum tells her she can change Mike and if she lets Mike go, no one else will marry her.

Eba is a young rich lady, yeah an independent lady. She pays her bills, but has not been too lucky with guys. She met Dyke months ago. He is so caring but he has no job and does not seem bothered he has nothing doing. In fact ever since they met, he stays most times in her place. He keeps the house warm while she goes to work. He collects money from her for his personal effects, he has no plans to work.

She is thirty four years old, should she let him slip off her hands? It feels so real with him, even if her friends call him a leech. All her friends are married and she avoids her parents, as they always remind her of the fact she is unmarried even though all her younger ones are married. Dyke talked about marriage few weeks ago. Will it be a bad idea, if she gives him the money for her bride price and wedding? Who would know? It will be her best kept secret and she will still get to keep her man.

Elma is in love, she met Duke two years ago and he swept her off her feet. Duke is so wealthy. Almost all she has, has Duke imprinted on it. She could count the things she has bought with her money this past two years. Only in the past two years she has caught Duke pants down with at least ten different women. Well he always apologizes and is repentant for few months after which he continues from where he stops.

Her mum who is a beneficiary of Duke’s largesse has always told her “men will be men, and men are polygamous in nature” (wonder what that ever means). Well before Duke, she had a boyfriend called Dike, who was still job hunting. She sacked him after catching him making out with her best friend Lucy. Well for her Duke “it’s not the same” she says. These “Amalakites” always throw themselves at him, it’s their fault not his, they will never allow him to rest, even when he runs away from them. “Money talking” Duke just proposed to her and promised to turn a new leaf. “Marriage will change him” she said to herself.

Ella just met Pike, well they just met two months ago and it was love at first sight. Pike is a breath of fresh air. She has never met anyone like him before.  He just proposed to her. Her mum has told her to slow down things. In fact they have started talking about marriage. Her mum asked her about Pike’s family, work and some basic questions and Ella does not have the answers to these questions. Her only answer is, “We are in love, do all these secondary things matter?” She even told her mum if she does not marry Pike she would kill herself.

A tale of four ladies on a path, well while marriage is a beautiful thing, being single is not a disease or a curse. Also no one gets an Olympic gold medal for marrying. Marriage is not for “Pepper them” to rub on the faces of those not married.

Marriage is not an emergency, “If we don’t marry now, we perish”, Marriage is not a competition, “My friends are married therefore I must get married as well and now”.

It’s a path, a journey, a deliberate well thought of and considered journey. An enjoyable experience, a journey where both hands must be on deck.It is a full time job.

Think, ask questions, expect answers, watch, pray before you say I do.

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Everyone needs to Hear Word…

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Grin Grin Grin…

I get a call, I was to be a speaker in a conference in Lagos, Nigeria.

The organizer had emailed me earlier… But there was a little issue, my hands were full…. And my calendar was not smiling.

After deliberation, I agreed with the organizer on a date, as it appeared, a day was free in my calendar 🗓.

However the plan was get to Lagos, give the talk and get back to the Garden city of Port Harcourt on the same day.

The next day was my clinic, so no matter what happened on God’s earth, I had to be back on the same day…

I woke up that day, and my bag was already packed, I received my goodbye hug, from my “front hugger-in-chief” … I drove to a distance and my in-law completed the rest.

I arrived Omagwa or was it Ipo on time ⌚… While waiting to get to my destination, I had to do a second check on the slides I was to present in the conference.

And then I discovered, my slides which I spent ample time to prepare were trying to do a fast one on me… My heart was in my mouth… There was nothing I did not think about…

I had a small chat with my big dad, touched some keypads, and somehow I figured out the issue.

In about an hour I was close to my destination.

Few minutes earlier, I had boarded a waiting Taxify Taxi to venue of the conference.

Well there is no Taxify in Port Harcourt, I know there are other online taxi booking services, but I don’t know how effective they are in the garden city.

In less than 15 minutes, I was in the venue for the conference, and it was obvious I was in Lagos, as the posters of Sanwo-Olu a Governorship candidate kept monitoring every step I took.

You know that feel… If there were CCTVs attached to his eyes 👀, Las Las, I would have been effectively tracked.

But it was strange the road was so free… Was it not the same Lagos, my friends always scream about… Traffic… Traffic… Traffic… No those talks were graphics…. The road was so free and it was about 10:00 am or so…

In less than 15 minutes, I was in the conference Centre in a serene environment in Maryland.

The conference was a huge success, and it was a great time connecting with the host as well as the participants, as well as a bosom friend that came to say Hi to me.

Time flew, from 2 O’clock in no distant time it was 5 O’clock. I was to leave Lagos by 7 O’clock sharp.

My host made plans to book an Okada for me… As in motorcycle… For me, after telling me how wonderful it was.

For where, wu wu not take it… Oga do you know they banned Okada in the Garden City of Port Harcourt… Do you know Okada use to wound person…Oga do you know that as they banned Okada the number of head injury patients in my hospital 🏥 reduced.. Okada people wey no dey Hear Word…Oga wu wu not take it.

Oga I no gree… Well it took about 15 minutes to get here in the morning, it won’t take up to an hour to get to the airport, and check in I reasoned.

Maximum, I get to the airport sharp 6:30 PM… Shebi they said Las Las I should have checked in by then.

My host smiled and booked the Taxify.

In less than no time the taxi 🚖 was at the venue of the conference and we took the apparently short journey to the airport… No be 5:00pm… No worry yourself… My host looked at me… And I am sure in that look he saw the future.

The journey back to the airport was great and boom the first diversion, the 2nd diversion, the 3rd diversion… And time was ticking…

I saw first hand the traffic jam…my friends always talked about… As we were rooted in a spot for minutes… 5:30 PM…6:00 PM.

I did not need anyone to tell me… I had to cancel the trip.

Even a bike may not have done justice.

Several Kekes seemed to be also stuck in the spot. If Keke had no hope, the car I was in was hopelessly hopeless then.

I had to enter another vehicle, my Legedis Benz…

My destination was an overhead bridge 🌉 where I would take an alternative means of transport to the airport.

I trekked pass was it Archbishop Vinning Memorial Church ⛪, passed what looked like a Police Training College… And in no distant time I was in front of LASUTH gate… This place was familiar, I stayed here for about a week about 5 years earlier.

I got to the overhead bridge, and you know what I bordered an Okada…Okada I had rejected over an hour ago.. And this one was without helmet oh.. I had to it was 6:15 PM or 20…No body tell me… I had to.

The constant call from my host, to know how far I had gone, sounded like a “Brother it is well, all will be well”.

I rushed to the airport, and discovered I was in the wrong terminal.

I had to enter into another Okada and by the time I ran into the airport to check in…

They had officially closed the counter.

Madam, I have to rush back I told those in the counter, Abeg na…

Na una hold up oh.. I left early for the airport oh… Plsssssssssss… I need to be in Port Harcourt ASAP…

For where, they were saying you have to rebook for another flight tomorrow and pay for late charges…

That was not what I wanted to hear… Madam, Oga I have to leave Lagos now oh…

I don’t know how this touched them…

They put a call across…

Wrote my ticket on a paper…

I ran to be checked by the security/ official in another gate… And they called again… And they were told to let me go through…

Moments later I was in a shuttle that took me to the plane…

And when I boarded, I looked like the guy who came to the exam hall, when his mates were already seated in the exam hall with their question and answer papers…

Las Las, we go land together.

Las Las, me too needed to Hear Word.

Las Las, I Heard Word.

And I will enter Okada, whenever I am told to enter Okada…

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Nothing just happens…

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No nation or society, grows beyond what it rewards or punishes…

Curiously, many young people will gravitate towards whatever is rewarding and rewarded…

A nation that rewards its chess players… Will naturally have many chess players…

A nation that “worships” its sportsmen, will likely have many sportsmen and aspiring sportsmen…

A nation that rewards academicians, will have many erudite scholars…

A society that rewards and worships riches no matter the source… Will have people doing all kinds of things to be rich…The end which is riches, will be justified, no matter the means…

A society that rewards cultism, will have many cultists, in fact it will become a culture and it will be abnormal not to be one…

A society that rewards irresponsibility, will have a culture of irresponsibility…

A society that celebrates mediocrity, will have a recurrent banquet of mediocrity, spiced with mediocres…

You cannot drink garri and vomit fried rice and chicken…

Again what do I know?

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The dead don’t smell flowers, the living do.

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Today I got thinking again…

I went online… And Prof. Pius Adesanmi was trending again…

Apart from the tribute…

Many of his masterpiece were shared online…

Though I follow him online, but today for the first time, I listened to his masterpiece, The parable of the shower head 🚿…

Where he told a story about his experience in a classy Nigerian hotel 🏩 where all the holes in the 🚿 shower head in his room were not open, even if the shower was working.

He would call the reception to complain about the bad shower and they would send a technician on time to come fix the shower in his room.

However, he was shocked the well kitted technician was more at peace with the fact, that the shower was working, and not if all the holes of the shower head 🚿 were open.

He used the shower head, as a metaphor, to talk about, our love for our culture of mediocrity…

His photos are everywhere…

I also shared his photo 📸, but when he was alive, I don’t think I ever did…

His works and all the books he wrote are also hitting our faces…

The fact he was a national treasure has been resounded countless number of times; and even the President acknowledged him in death…

If any of his work is currently been promoted or released, it will sell like “bole” and fish…

*****

Go to any burial ceremony and villains become saints…

Go to any burial ceremony and see eulogies…

Wait for people to pass on.. And you hear the beautiful things they meant to others…

Wait for people to pass on, and their unpainted and dilapidated houses 🏘 bear a new look…

People who never visited, come visiting…

*****

Death reveals a lot of things…

How come 🤔, when people are alive, they are overlooked, but when they die… They are everywhere?

How come people, have a larger than life figure when they pass on?

How come many people are celebrated in death more than life? 🤔

*****

Would it be better to eulogize, support, value, love, encourage people when they are alive…

Would it be better to fan their dream and tell them a kind word…

Would it be better to give them a helping hand and not wait for them to die, before we realize they matter.

Give people flowers 💐 to smell when they are alive and not wait until they pass on… to fill their doorsteps with bouquets of flowers.

The dead don’t smell flowers 💐, the living do.

Make a difference in someone’s life today… Don’t wait until they are gone.

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