KILLING THE INTERNALLY DISPLACED PERSONS(IDPs)

” I’m not afraid of werewolves or vampires or haunted hotels, I’m afraid of what real human beings do to other real human beings” Walter Jon Williams A couple of weeks ago we heard in the media that 200 children (and counting) had died in IDP camps due to starvation. Then the shouts started. How is that possible given the monthly allocation shelled out by the Government for the upkeep of the IDPs? Everyone turned and looked at Nigeria Emergency Management Agency (NEMA) the body primarily saddled with managing disaster on behalf of our humble selves. A frenzy. Then beans started being spilt. Apparently, some other horror story was going on. They had become nothing but an acronym; statistics and a cancer. Let’s back track a bit. The...

STOLEN!

I am very, very, very upset, angry, frightened and angry over the news that three children; 11months, 4 and 6 years old have been taken away by their nanny. Unfortunately, while social media can serve as a harvesting ground for news, it is often difficult to sieve which exactly is the accurate news. The story is simple and incredulous. A nanny steals or makes off with three children by 8am the following day of her employment. How? Just like that? Then news that they have been found surfaces, then further news that they have not been found! Heart wrenching. Women, parents It is time to face the truth of our situation. It is either we stop giving birth to children until we feel we are economically buoyant enough to stay home and raise these children or we do...

SINGLE FATHERS

Generally, any discussion that comes up about single parenthood we automatically think single mothers. This is understandable given that the woman is really best suited for providing nurture and care for her (their)children in any given situation. A mother will do whatever it takes; even if it seems wrong at the time to protect her children. She won’t give up her children without a good fight. Due to the natural roles of men and women, single mothers tend to far outweigh the number of single fathers. However, single fathers do exist. They might be very few but they exist nonetheless. I was curious to find out how they coped with the situation as against their female counterparts. Women for some reason are more adept and resilient in handling this situation...

THE DEMISE OF WOMANHOOD

As I was headed home one evening, I got pulled over by a special duty police who asked me to prove that I am the mother of the child asleep soundly. Seeing the look on my face he answered my unspoken question that as a Federal something-something he had the right to stop anyone, search their vehicles and ask any questions. Okay. I thought it was a very bad joke and I didn’t see the humour since I was tired. He wasn’t joking. He asked me to wake her up. This was unbelievable and I told him it would be cruel to wake her as it was past her bed time anyway and I should really have her in bed. He asked why I was out with her then. Shoo! I reluctantly picked and held her up for him to see her while in a bid to wake her to which she protested; he then permitted me...

TRADITIONS

Nolstagia. Sometimes thinking back on the years gone by can be a problem. I remember things and wish that they didn’t change. I wonder; where have all the good days gone to. I remember loving Sunday because it was practically the only day that we got to eat white rice, stew, fried plantain and occasionally salad. During the week it was Tuwo and the varying soups. Most annoying was Mummy would keep the most important aspect of the meal; yep; the protein till we finished the ah.. ‘food’ That was torture. Sunday was sweet torture though. I have carried this tradition on. I can’t eat any other meal on Sunday. Shops were closed on Sunday. You just could not buy anything on a Sunday. Sunday Service was 10am standard. Service finished at lunch time. Now I feel...

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