A REPLY TO A MORMON (6)

I have to be taken seriously if and only if I take myself seriously. I said that I was going to upload a list of the books I bought from Amazon while doing graduate school for three years in Massachusetts, USA. Amazon was the site that I bought most of my books. Nothing said that I didn’t do some Borders or Barnes and Nobles or any other bookstore. As a matter of fact, I became accustomed to the word ‘bibliophile’ only recently. However, I had collected some books before my sojourn to the USA so, buying books or the disease of ‘bibliophilia’ only got an American accent when I travelled abroad.

The books are going to be excerpts; I’m not going to tell you what I was reading even if they are all gone. I don’t know my fate with those books yet, I can’t tell whether they are here in Nigeria, still in the container the Nnah family is yet to unload or in the USA or anywhere else. I definitely need to know but human beings are what they are: subject to emotions and sometimes irrationality.

                                                            AMAZON BOOK ORDERS

1) Order placed September 17, 2008 Total $36.58 Ship to Ijeoma Monica Njoku

Order # 102-1121948-5479450 Order Details Invoice Ijeoma Monica Njoku 1072 Hyde Park Ave Apt 7 Hyde Park, MA 02136-3071 United States Phone: 8578699784

• Good Muslim, Bad Muslim: America, the Cold War, and the Roots of Terror

Mahmood Mamdani (Author) Sold by: Amazon.com LLC $10.17

• Contemporary Conflict Resolution, 2nd edition     

Oliver Ramsbotham (Author), et al Sold by: Amazon.com LLC $26.41

2) Order placed September 13, 2008 Total $16.49 Ship to Ijeoma Monica Njoku Order # 103-9412945-4535461 Order Details Invoice

• Environmental Sociology: A Social Constructionist Perspective (Environment and Society) John Hannigan (Author) Sold by: Kyle V $12.50

3) Order placed September 13, 2008 Total $11.98 Ship to Ijeoma Monica Njoku Order # 103-8919610-6105033 Order Details Invoice

• Getting to Yes: Negotiating Agreement Without Giving In [Bargain Price] Roger Fisher Author), et al Sold by: vana11 $7.99

4) Order placed September 13, 2008 Total $29.70 Ship to Ijeoma Monica Njoku Order # 103-3496452-7746634 Order Details Invoice

• Leashing the Dogs of War: Conflict Management in a Divided World Chester A. Crocker (Editor), et al Sold by: Amazon.com LLC $29.70

5) Order placed September 13, 2008 Total $13.99 Ship to Ijeoma Monica Njoku Order # 058-6145994-0390967 Order Details Invoice

• Social Conflict: Escalation, Stalemate and Settlement [Paperback] by Pruitt…

Dean Pruitt (Author), et al Sold by: Integra-Books $10.00

6) Order placed January 18, 2008 Total $29.95 Ship to Ijeoma Monica Njoku Order # 058-4078900-2254146 Order Details Invoice

• Women And Politics: The Pursuit of Equality [Paperback] by Ford, Lynne E. Lynne E. Ford (Author) Sold by: overstockbook $25.96

7) Order placed October 29, 2009 Total $34.02 Ship to Ijeoma M Njoku Order # 103-5303111-8464225 Order Details Invoice  Ijeoma M Njoku 95 BUSHNELL ST BOSTON, MA 02124-4921 United States Phone: 857-869-1230

• The Science of Successful Living Raymond Charles Barker Sold by: Amazon.com LLC $10.95

• The Power of Decision Raymond C. Barker Sold by: Amazon.com LLC $10.36
• Marry the Man of Your Dreams Jade Brode Sold by: Amazon.com LLC $12.71
• Process Consultation: Its Role in Organization Development, Volume 1 (Prentice Hall Organizational Development Series) (2nd Edition) Edgar H. Schein Sold by: abundance_of_books $39.70

This is only a few of the books, which I bought to build a library and scholarship. Any wonder why I don’t care about anything anymore? I take all blame for the story going up and down on this issue. The Igbo have a saying that, ‘osimiri anaghi eri onye na o hughi ukwu ya.’ The ocean doesn’t drown anybody that doesn’t come calling. That’s how much I can do for translation.

While I got a few of the other things, I saw a box the Nnah family marked Emma & James containing books, their sons’ books. The sons lived in the USA so, I wondered what their books were doing in Nigeria. Who am I to doubt them? Were they my books? How would I know? I got some nice home training so I would think it rude to open some person’s box just to check if my books were in it. The box was bound for Lagos.

Nnah container at Osusu Amaukwa, Abia. Pardon all the details.

A REPLY TO A MORMON (5)

I read A Reply To A Mormon in secondary (high) school. Actually, I saw a member of the church reading it at the time. Ijeoma Uduka was the daughter of my ward bishop at the time. I told her that would read the book after her. She obliged me the request and I read the book. I marvelled at what the book revealed about The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, its founder Joseph Smith and The Book of Mormon. I was peeved about their accusations more than I was believing. Many years later, I was to serve a Mormon mission. However, I must admit that I have never swallowed every doctrine that came with the Church word for word. I often doubted and wondered about the rationality of some of its precepts. For instance, at about 12 years old I was rattled by the concept that God once was man and that at the due time my father, if he was good could also become God. In my irritation I had asked who was God’s God when he was a man. What was His name? If Elohim the God now could be Emeka or Adamu or Equitos, what was the name of his God then? He should have a name or my teacher was rather playing with fire. Anyway, nobody gave me the name of Elohim’s God when He (Elohim) was man, so case closed.

However, I continued to identify with the LDS Church despite the fact that it defied rationality. In fact all of Christianity did. In my opinion, I think Jesus Christ is guilty of all he was charged. Did he not ask his disciples to harvest corn from farmland they never cultivated? That’s theft. Among my mother’s kinsmen, they would be disgraced in public if caught. Christ’s disciples kidnapped a colt for his grand entry into Jerusalem. Another theft. Haba, nwoke m. Try Zip Car now. You could have hired na, abi? I guess that the Jews over-reacted but they sought justice. That’s from an unbeliever. It just goes that Christians now justify all of their heinous activities. They make it what or how the Lord wills it. It’s low-life. It’s outside of normal society.

As I said in the last post, meeting the Nnahs was coincidental in fact, incidental. It wasn’t planned, we got introduced. I was only to discover later that he had known my mother when he came visiting Aba many years prior. Our meeting was never as a result of that past meeting. People can always harp on divine bullshit (pardon my French) meeting but it was a meeting that I could have missed and moved on with life. But the family was OK (I haven’t met all the children) and to the best of my knowledge were never in my way. I never credited them some of the missing items in my room in Boston. They never returned anything they could have taken away. Nobody did. I scrimped and saved through graduate school (some three years). I only regretted not paying off my school loan immediately as I waited to graduate but the hit of the recession derailed all of my plans. I have shared some of the documents that proved my interactions with Mr Simeon Nnah on Twitter. Check them out @NwanyichiTweets.

Thank you!

#WW

A REPLY TO A MORMON (4)

This morning, I received a death threat from my younger brother who has been recently employed by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints office at Aba. I had asked him to ask the girl he claimed to marry (his wife by habitation, I wasn’t at their marriage ceremony so I wouldn’t know how much of what they have is a marriage) to inquire where she got the white towel she used. He claimed that he bought the white towel from School Road, Aba that is close to New Market (ahia ohuru) where second hand clothes and materials are bought in 2014. He was asked to buy a towel from the marriage list he was given and incidentally the white towel, which I identified as mine was the one he bought. I wonder if he bought a second hand towel for his would-be wife. I told you that Mr Simeon Nnah (now Elder Simeon Nnah, what he’s called as he serves his LDS Church mission at Aba) took custody of my personal belongings since 2011. I had sent him the key to my storage from Aba (NIPOST Umungasi) via EMS. That cost my mother about N6,000. Now, I’ve had to wait over six (6) years to know what he got out of the storage and where it’s located.

A REPLY TO A MORMON (3) I also saw a book that looked like a book I bought from a health store in Quincy, Massachusetts. I bought books all over Boston but mostly from Amazon. I was tempted to buy the book again from an Ohafia man who sold books at Aba Town Hall, Aba. But since I was anticipating my own copy from Mr Simeon Nnah I decided to wait. The LDS Church facilitated my first visit to the USA, it was a volunteer missionary service that lasted 18 months in Salt Lake City, Utah and Houston, Texas. I returned to Nigeria late June, 2007 only to return to the USA early September, 2007. I meet the Nnahs for the first time in October 2007 through a colleague (a Mr Peter Obijiaku) of Mrs Mabel Nnah’s who worked with Lemuel Shattuck Hospital, Boston. Mr. Obijiaku and I were at UMass Boston to secure student identity card. I inquired if he was Nigerian and he said yes and our acquaintance began from there. I asked him if he had any idea where I could get safe accommodation in Boston and he suggested that I met with Mrs Nnah, whose husband was Ngwa (like me) and Mormon/LDS. That saw the beginning of a relationship that has on and off spanned a decade (close to it this 2017).

Living with the Nnahs although shortly facilitated my education in providing room and board. However, Needham proved to be the home of the rich/wealthy and not for self-starters like I and by no means did I want to rely on this stranger family to provide my means. I secured a student loan (from Texas) and eventually moved out of Needham. I moved out of Mr Simeon Nnah’s house the same day I returned from a 3 day bus ride between Dallas and Boston. Three days and two nights on the road because it was just after Thanksgiving flights were expensive. I moved out of Needham on December 5, 2007. Mr. Nnah and his wife weren’t home but their youngest son was home preparing to serve a mission. He asked me to meet with James and I took my luggage. I didn’t have a car and walking to commuter rail station was tedious. My lectures at UMass for the graduate certificate course in Women in Politics & Public Policy I first took were in the evenings (6.00 to 8.30pm). If I was to continue with school, moving out of Needham was inevitable. So, I moved out in order to regularize my immigration papers and work.

I found a room in Hyde Park and lived there for over a year and it was from there that I proceeded to a master’s program in Dispute Resolution. I completed my MA in 2010. It was during this process that I bought many books in public policy, politics, psychology, women’s studies and even motivational books. I bought a second copy of Steven Covey’s 7 Habits of Highly Effective People. I bought my first copy while a student at the University of Ibadan, Oyo state prior to my sojourn to the USA. I can’t call me a bookworm but my friends and classmates knew whom to consult when they needed a book. If it was in my area of interest and study I’d have a copy. Maybe that’s why they got off and got married. They weren’t killing trees…lol. But my grades paid off so I didn’t care. Abi?

My books and  some property were retrieved from Texas in 2011 and all was received. I got every pin out of Dallas, Texas from Dr. Emma Obia to the best of my knowledge. Till date, I’m yet to receive even a pin from Mr. Simeon Nnah. I needn’t go into if perhaps not getting married to a son of theirs was regrettable to them. I wouldn’t know because in my opinion everybody lived the life he/she preferred. I wanted to secure my education and if marriage happened it had to be organic not arranged to spite anybody. I didn’t happen, hasn’t happened and I’ve blamed nobody but saboteurs for my ill-luck. These saboteurs could be family and friends who are used to sabotage every of my quests. I had quite supportive of people’s lives and ambitions but the LDS Church through its networks of contacts have known to be under my skin (speaking it the American way). They are everywhere I go.

I suspect that they use a spyware to regulate my every movement from dawn to dusk. I don’t think this is normal. It is not NORMAL. People begrudge my supposed good luck viz: travelling to the USA, but what they forget is that I wasn’t the first African to have travelled abroad. What’s wrong with Africans? First it was SLAVERY. Many Africans shipped off like dogs to work in plantations in the USA. Now, LDS Church missions are the new technique to humiliate Africans. Anybody in the know would accept that black presence in the LDS Church is sabotage to everything African. The best they do is BEGUILE, where they are first kind to one and later actually trick one into losing everything that owns. The LDS Church temple is designed to do that. One loses one’s fundamental human rights once one becomes a member of the LDS Church and loses one’s life once he or she takes out the temple endowment. The endowment allows the church to possess EVERYTHING, which the LORD has given you AND will yet give you. Of course, it sounds like being given $140 a month stipend was all that took me to UTAH. No, please. The Church is worked that children are pressured to receive the Patriarchal Blessing, which will work into your life how the LDS Church needed one to live one’s life. If a mission is part of it, you will be blackmailed and sabotaged until you did the mission. It happened to me. Temple attenders pledge to defend the church with their lives. Pressured, used and now condemned to a life of misery. What is $140 to buy in food and toiletry for a month in the USA?

Why should a church be responsible for foreign exchange? An American companion once asked me the dollar equivalent of our currency? Why would I know and why should she know? I was under scrutiny from Day 1 of the mission to the last day that I left 18 months later? Why? Because I wanted to do what I was pressured to do due to sabotage, which I thought was of God. The LDS Church was there all along deciding my fate, talking to people and till date their multi billion dollar edifice on Okpu Umuobo Road, Aba, Abia state spies my privacy. Plants spies as spouses of siblings and humiliates me through my family.

When will Mr Simeon Nnah and his church release my property to me?

A REPLY TO A MORMON (3)

I’m not going to speak of how I studied Igbo and the other courses I have since learnt, since it wasn’t always a May Day. All wasn’t evil and Igbo is still an interesting course only that the Igbos are nincompoops and the only civilisation that would ostracize one for learning about them or gaining a degree without sleeping with lecturers! I have little knowledge of non-formal education and why that’s essential. What’s there to learn? What I must do to marry? Whom I should kill of my classmates or what taboo in Ibadan or Oyo state. I was cool with the scores or grades I received because I worked hard for them. Many UIites never returned to Kenneth Dike library past their compulsory registrations but would think you were favoured with 7 points for being a sycophant or whatever. I don’t even know if all the ghosts I met while reading at Kenneth Dike are responsible for my headache sef…lol.

I’m not going to belabour you with telling you what happens when human beings interact, especially connected to religion. The holier-than-thous are of course going to all about sniffing one’s underwear to determine when another has had sex but not keen to check their own promiscuity. Ehe! All the raves and parties of UI Cocoa Dome and all never saw my face but yeah! na me dey fuck pass. People would use me to run errands to church on a Sunday while they nursed a hangover from the previous night’s party yet na me dey do pass! Haba! I don’t do Yoruba, oh that’s obvious but they won’t leave me alone. Whoever got me to observe the National Youth Service in Oyo state must have just used me to gain every useful connection with the military in Oyo state. It’s not my job to give people connection, una hear? People use my contacts and add to theirs. As a matter of fact, they would even alienate or make people to hate me! I have no idea the only reason people grow up is to have sex or report other people’s sex lives. Oh! the hypocrisy reeks to the high heavens.

Doing missionary work for me, a degree graduate of the University of Ibadan, wasn’t accidental but incidental. I had dodged from that responsibility, which I considered unnecessary. As a matter of fact, I did tell a few leaders that I didn’t consider it a good idea. But I decided that I was becoming too ambitious and I needed to slow do, it wasn’t TO DIE! Some people have been known to take a career break only to return after some years, changed careers or did whatever. But No! It’s the job of the Mormon Church to do with its members what it willed. It treats adults like children, sells off their property and appoints managers over them. Worse still, they decide to label people mad or mentally deranged just to use them and that they have. The worst sabotage, as far as I am concerned is the Mormon initiation in their temples. People pledge away their lives while trying to be good people. They don’t just pledge away their lives they give away those of their family members. In my opinion, this is the new face of SLAVERY. It’s the new manifestation of MASONIC evil built on tongues of a lying 14 year old, Joseph Smith.

I’m not one to shy away from my promises. But I know a FRAUD when I see it and the Mormon Church is one. It’s a fraud. When the rich young man asked Jesus Christ what to do to gain eternal life, Christ asked him to sell that he had and FOLLOW HIM. Christ didn’t take all his property and gave them away to the poor. The young man was going to do the selling HIMSELF. But the smart fraudulent Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints uses people to insult other people. All my graduate school books left in the care of a member of Mormon Church may be gone without my permission. My property, which Mr Simeon Nnah took out of Public Storage in Mattapan, Massachusetts, USA to his family house in Needham, Massachusetts to safekeep for me may be gone. I hope not. He has refused to meet with me outside of the Aba Nigeria Temple complex since coming to do his missionary work at Aba, Nigeria.

Does going on a mission or doing missionary work mean death in the LDS Church? It means volunteering one’s time, effort and money for 18 months for young women, 24 months for young men but definitely not DEATH. The LDS Church should be investigated for fraud if it’s complicit.

 

A REPLY TO A MORMON (2)

I know that it isn’t cool or kind to speak ill of a benefactor. In this case a benefactor could be one’s parent, relative, school, institution or society. One who speaks ill of one’s own society is considered unpatriotic. But what happens when one’s society knows no good that one did or does? I was raised Mormon beginning in the early ’80s when my parents joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It was fun to go to church. I learnt to be nice and do good to my fellow being. I learnt good morals. I wasn’t perfect as no human being known to me was.

I’d credit the Mormon Church and the Jehovah’s Witnesses Church as responsible for my early literacy. For instance, I read My Book of Bible Stories or whatever it’s called quite young because it had beautiful pictures of Bible characters. I became an adult before I knew that the book belonged to the Jehovah’s Witnesses Church. Perhaps that coloured my opinion on birthdays. I have never celebrated a birthday all my life and really, I don’t care. It pisses me off, till date. But now I have my attitude fixed because it has become more like I’m socially awkward. Anyway, this is a digression.

I don’t know that I have always had a rosy life as a Mormon kid growing up in a dangerous city as Aba. Aba is notorious for its rough life. For many years, we did not even have female missionaries of the Mormon Church in Aba because it wasn’t safe. Till date white people cannot move around with ease as they would in Port Harcourt. Lagos, or even Abuja. Aba was a typical no man’s land. It catered to the best and the worst as they were, East of the Niger. But it was no qualm growing up in this city teeming with traders, artisans, farmers and the like. It was a popular city. People came from far and wide to buy goods from Aba and transact other businesses in the city that I loved and hated. Don’t worry, I manage my love-hate relationship with the land of my birth quite well.

Mormonism as an opportunity provided seminary, which was an chance for children (more like youth) from the age of 14-18 to learn the Bible and other Mormon scriptures especially The Book of Mormon, which is termed Another Testament of Jesus Christ. But the Mormon Church as it has been since the Aba Nigeria Temple was built and dedicated has become a haven of treachery, evil, voodoo and witchcraft. I got a lot of privilege from remaining a member of the Mormon Church even after I turned 18, gained admission to the University of Ibadan to study Igbo and eventually observed the National Youth Service Corps program in Ibadan, Oyo State. It was news that a leader of the Church in Ibadan, aided my admission into Igbo but what nobody cared to know is that I was billed to study Law at UI (University of Ibadan. I had never been to Ibadan. I knew no relatives at Ibadan and the Church provided the other opportunity to try my luck at being admitted to study Civil Law at Ibadan.

University of Ibadan was the first tertiary institution in Nigeria. It was established as University College Ibadan in 1948. It is a highly coveted institution in Nigeria. It was coveted and still. Its Law program was unique. But I got to learn of all this AND my benefactor at Ibadan. I had no prior knowledge of the culture and people of the south-west (of Nigeria). My father had moved back from Lagos prior to my birth and left his job at International Paints, Lagos to join his young family. I leave him to tell if that was an informed decision and sacrifice or not. In Ibadan, I considered it good luck to have opportunity to study at UI, Igbo or not. I was assured that the most important thing was to gain admission, I could change courses later. I never checked with the Faculty of Law to see whether there were prospects of my gaining admission to Law because my benefactor ASSURED me that it was a lost cause. I didn’t make the cut off point, and supplementary admission was not likely. I shied away from the prospects of defying my leader who gave me boarding while I sought admission. Little did I know that I perhaps trusted someone to give me what he had perhaps reserved for his own child. Besides, isn’t there a university in Abia State? Why UI? The Mormon Church wasn’t necessarily in the picture but my benefactor was a church leader who was being consulted, so maybe it, the church, was squarely aware of my ambitions.

A Reply to a Mormon (1)

I haven’t been on this site for some years now. I have been with busy with nothing that blogging hasn’t been the best pastime for me lately. But recently, events in my life have brought be back to writing. I have termed this post, A Reply To A Mormon. When a Mormon needs you to join his or her church he or she may mean well. He or she might be under duress or competition to introduce one new ‘investigator’ to a Mormon missionary. I did all that while I was Mormon, that is introducing somebody to a missionary or actually doing volunteers missionary work.

This post is going to be a pretty short one. I have limited time for this post but if a Mormon asks you to learn about his or her church, just reply YOU ARE A FRAUD. It’s that simple, but I shall walk you through why I consider The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Meanwhile, look up the word BEGUILE in your dictionary. It could help put things into perspective for you as you read the next post, which I hope to write soon.

Thank you for reading this blog post.

Forced incarceration

I am at a place where I am at the mercy of associates of people assaulted me about a week ago. Take a look at my face and eyes @ijemonnic on Twitter. What you see is real no film tricks.

Last Monday, I was forced into a car taken to see one Dr Oriaku in whose compound and clinic I’ve been since Monday. He has given some medication but I would like to go home! I keep meeting people in places I’d rather not be associated.

I don’t even understand this great trust people over one’s family and others. The first murder was committed in a family, according to the Bible. I need to leave and get my life back.

I need to leave this clinic now! I need my life back.

#WW

Domestic violence – is this my turn?

I am a victim of domestic violence. I am a victim of a religion where dissenters aren’t accorded any dignity(edited to correct a mistake, which I didn’t write). It’s not enough to say that I was beaten at home. I was battered by the people who have been my beneficiaries as well as benefactors – it’s called family.

I don’t know what to say and I don’t have pictures (as gory as they look) to show yet because my BlackBerry has lost power. My younger brother is a callous ingrate. OK. this is not about calling names. It’s about saying that my family thought it alright for four of them to gang up against me.

I went to Osisioma police station this morning with my bruised eyes, cut lips and bruises to report the case and the police man in charge, a Imeh Walter, wrote up a statement I didn’t dictate to me. He blatantly lied against me and said that if he was my family he would have removed my teeth. He told me to go home and ‘make peace’ with my family. I told him that I would take my case to court.

Anybody who has been reading my blogs. especially this one, would know that I an ex-latter-day saints, a former member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I wrote to the church headquarters in Salt Lake City, Utah to have the church remove my name permanently from her records. And all I have been getting from them is muffled indifference. And my family has been outright and ridiculous because we won’t be ‘together forever’ any longer.

I’m going to court. I’m suing for non payment of a loan I gave to my younger brother while in the USA. It’s like one or him refusing to pay a loan from a commercial bank because it (the bank) got a bail out from the Central Bank of Nigeria. I’m suing for battery and assault. Pictures later. How much can you defend the devil?

#WW

Happy new year – and old things may become new

Happy New Year. Let me say it first before ranting about why I hate BlackBerry and the WordPress app. Ok. I have the 9320 curve for my hand held BlackBerry device. Nothing too beautiful, just my functional cell phone with a radio. At times, I like to listen to the radio when I can. But Magic FM em…make I talk am…seems like old women’s gossip mill. Maybe it’s suited to the Nigerian housewife with her made-in-Aba stories of mundane lifestyle. What’s going on in Mama Uju’s kitchen? Did she beat up her children today?

I had written this post before without much of what I’m going to say here.  I wrote it and my BB hung with the WP app messing me up and I didn’t know what to do quite. So, here I am hating BlackBerry for keeping me in far away Netherlands and Germany and speaking languages that I can only dream of while drinking kunu. I hate that I have to think verbatim again…I can’t remember my password all the time and you want me to pour out everything that I lost in space? Mbanu.

Well, it’s just that this new year has started rather sluggishly. Aba is scanty…like my hair. Yeah, I don’t sleep wella (does it explain the scanty hair?) but I probably will win anytime I get out of this city. Chineke. No hating it more than I do already, but I’ve got to improve my blood circulation and Aba isn’t saving my ass. Maybe, exercise in Harmattan. By the way, how are you surviving the Harmattan? I tell you, I’m staying hydrated all the time because of “mgbawa onu.”

Back to the new year. I didn’t make any new resolutions this year. I still have carried over courses of resolutions from the past few years. Perhaps I need to catch up on them, resolve and move on. Hehe…what’s in your bucket list of new year resolutions? You’ve got one or two or three things to do? What are they?

Last week, I got out an old item in my family that we loved as kids. I have this silly habit of being individual about my sentiments, such as the last statement about what WE loved. Let’s say, I loved it as a kid.  Let my siblings speak for them. It was called First Aid Box or igbe ogwu in vernacular. It was well valued like my personal belongings still in somebody’s home in Needham, Massachusetts. USA. By the way, what’s with the Needham name? Do they need and eat ham for Thanksgiving over there? I lived there for a short while in the USA; it was a nice city. But not long enough to know its history and all those important things. By the way, I can’t reach the Nnah family what’s going on?

Igbe ogwu housed the usual over the counter drugs that every home should have such as aspirin, analgesics and vitamins. And bandages and plasters for the occasional cuts and bruises. Yep, it was a nice place for vitamin C but especially for Ribena. The refrigerator was a no-go-area for the wise kid. It was tall and yeah, it could definitely give you a jolt, you know what I’m saying? The electric shock. The box was an accessible place I went to get things or rather we went to pick up stuff when asked to take one (or two when we were being ambitious and not greedy). We told the truth always. Em…yes. We had it for about three decades…I think…don’t judge me. God dey oh!

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The old mama those that you see below and above needs a complete make over. Maybe I thought it was something I would do quickly, after my debating I went to Ariaria International Market to fetch the plywood and nails that I needed for the job. I got the materials and returned home with excitement. Lo and behold, the cupboard wasn’t any cup of tea of mine. Hehe…the headache pass me. I’m not a certified wood worker. A university degree doesn’t confer every knowledge on this woman. Even palm wine tapper dey go school and does training. Hence, I now must refer.

I found the damage not too alarming for a specialist to fix. If it were a human, the cupboard would need to go to University College Hospital, Ibadan or UNTH, Enugu for proximity and cost. So, I have found a couple of carpenters consult…. Stay tuned for the sequel to this post. I hope that you are managing your resources well. January is one jostling kind of month where every pocket is empty after the yuletide.

#WW

Christmas and all that jazz

It’s only some hours to the New Year 2015. I guess that it’s already New Year’s Day in some places in Asia and Australia. Traalaah! Who’s excited with me? OK, let me say this: New Year gives me some anxieties such as, what really changed between today and tomorrow; yesterday and today, 2014 and 2015? What makes it the New Year? Well, I’m not talking about the Chinese calendar and all that jazz.

Oh! I’m going to skip the resolutions part this time. I figured that I’m too old to keep them even when I do remember how many they are. A New Year is of course a good thing for so many reasons including the opportunity to keep living, as a resolution is only the jara to life. Hmmm…what do you think?

I’m living the mundane life but hey with so much going on around me I can’t but be thankful that I’m still a citizen of a country, as crazy as that sounds. So, yeah…Merry Christmas and I wish you best of the New Year tomorrow.

And oh! Did you notice my hairdo in the picture above? I joined the corporate world to decorate my own edifice – my hair! Lol! So, while the banks and eateries were decorating and decking up their facades, I got thinking; you gat it, I decorated my head for the Holidays. And I did it ogwe m; a labourious and hilarious act.

See you around the New Year. Cheers to 2015!

#WW