MY MARRIAGE.

Kpoi Kpoi Kpoi! Gbam Gbam Gbam! Dum Dum Dum!                                                                                                                           

Those consistent and scary bangs on my door sent cold shivers throughout my system. My heart thumped out of my chest into my belly. My palms turned wet all of a sudden. I became restive, uneasy. I didn’t see all of these coming, at least not now… or ever.                                    It’s barely 3 months after my dad’s demise and just 1 month after his funeral. I was not in the right frame of mind, still battling with emotional instability at the moment and only God knows till when.                                                                                                                                      It’s 01:00pm this hot Wednesday afternoon. I wasn’t expecting anyone, no one that my shattered brain could recall. My husband Williams Akunnaya Oriuwa (wealthy name for a wealthy man of his calibre), the 1^st and only son of Senator (Chief) and Lolo Daniel Okpomechina Akuuwa Oriuwa, usually comes home in the evenings after work and meetings. Besides, the banging was a direct opposite of his soft knocks whenever he was at the door.                                                                                                                                                    And definitely not a friend since I had none again. They had all fled after several rains of insults, abuses and you’re-a-friend-of-a-gold-digger type of look and treatment all from my husband’s family.                                                                                                                                                                                            Who was it then I thought wildly? With fear, I fidgeted towards the door, tried opening it with my shaky hands until the visitor flung open the door almost smashing my face with it.                                                                                                                                                                My last minute guess was right afterall.

Youth and World Peace.

In times past, a youth is confined and dedicated to farmwork on his father’s land. He is bent on protecting all his parents’ landed properties and making sure no gold digger dubiously takes possession of any. He is just satisfied with and leaps at mere exhortations like: “the richest farmer”, “the bravest hunter”, “the powerful herbalist”, “the strongest wrestler”, “the famous fish farmer”, “the best palm wine tapper”, “the wisest trader”, “the renowned flautist” and the list goes on. On the contrary, in present times, there has been a complete switch in the choice of career. We now hear of young CEOs, entrepreneurs, social activists, country ambassadors, writers and experts in various professions.

Fortunately, in this our 21^st century,

A Break It Was...

I hate to say this but I have no option because it's the truth and must be said. But first of all, I must apologize to my great blog readers and followers for the long silence. This was due to circumstances beyond my control. I realized it's not healthy enough to keep you guys post-hungry. So, I am officially using this medium to say that the blog could only get better from now on. Trust me, the vibe has been revived and the fun has begun.
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