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    She ran as fast as her legs could carry her
    into the bush, ignoring the pain from the
    piercings of the sticks on the ground and her
    mother’s voice shouting “Olanma Nwokocha,
    come back here!”
    All she needed was to get away from
    everything, and block everything out as much
    as possible. Another set were coming to her
    house today, her mother had told her, another
    set of humans who think she will be perfect
    for their son, and have come to “pluck the
    beautiful flower in her father’s garden”
    She slowed down to think, she had discovered
    some years ago that she didn’t know how to
    think and walk at the same time, not when it
    comes to critical thinking. She sat down on
    the root of a big tree, and picking up a twig,
    she thought out loud, speaking to herself.
    ‘Beautiful flower my foot! Well this beautiful
    flower is not interested. What is so hard to
    accept there? I am not ready or even
    She could hear her mother’s voice replying
    her, ‘You are twenty years old Olanma, at
    your age, I was already married. Good men
    are hard to come by you know, I think you
    should choose one and start a family. They
    may not always be there for you to choose
    She shook her head to ward off her mother’s
    words which she could recite by heart. Her
    father, who was on her side, was getting tired
    of rejecting the wine from suitors, and she
    knew it was just a matter of time before he
    “talked to her.”
    She looked up to the small patches of sky
    which could be seen between the tree leaves
    and whispered, ‘I just want to get admission
    into the University before I think of marriage
    to anyone. Why is that so hard for people to
    understand? I have prayed, I have cried, I
    have read, I have studied yet, for four years, I
    have been at home. My mates are about to
    graduate and Olanma is still in this village,
    rejecting suitors. I need a miracle.’
    Olanma was the only child of her parents, the
    only surviving child. Her parents were of the
    same genotype AS, and as a result, most of the
    children born were sickle cell anemic, most of
    them dying before their third birthday, due to
    ignorance and lack of proper care.
    The villagers had brought up the solution to
    make the “Ogbanje” stay, but Olanma’s father
    had become a Christian after his mother died,
    and he had learnt that God alone has all the
    answers to life questions. After making
    inquiries and asking questions, he and his
    wife had gone for the blood test, and as
    expected, they both had the AS genotype.
    When Olanma’s mother conceived again, her
    parents had prayed like never before, and
    Olanma had been born a healthy baby with
    AA as her genotype. Although she was the
    only child, as her parents had refused to take
    the risk of having another child, she was far
    from spoilt. Her parents firmly believed the
    part of the scripture which says, “he that
    spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that
    loveth him chasteneth him betimes.”
    But she knew she was loved, and it hurt her
    that they worried about her. She wished she
    had a sister they could marry off and get the
    grandchildren they wanted.
    The result of the recent JAMB showed that she
    had failed again and that had been a bad
    news. Her parents struggled to buy the form
    each year, and she was also getting ashamed
    of asking for JAMB form every year. With
    tears in her eyes, she looked up, and prayed
    again ‘Dear Lord please help me, please.’ She
    didn’t want to travel the road of “what if”
    which her mind presented.
    She made herself comfortable, resting her
    back on the tree trunk. She slept off while
    waiting for her suitors to go back where they
    came from.
    Chidi looked at his ringing phone, and on
    seeing his father’s number, decided not to
    pick the call. He’d rather call him back later
    when he got home. He knew the reason he
    was calling, it was for the same reason he
    always called, about him getting a wife.
    Chidi could hear his father’s voice
    ‘Chidiebere, your mother and I are not getting
    younger. Bring a girl home, no matter who
    you choose we will love her.’
    His mother’s voice, ‘Chimdiebere, your sisters
    are all married, and you have everything
    necessary to start a family. What’s stopping
    you from getting married? I didn’t bring you
    to be an irresponsible man. You are the only
    son of your father, make us happy and bring a
    wife home.’
    Chidi stood up, and paced around his office,
    stopping at the window, he looked outside,
    not seeing anything. He only saw his father
    and mother in the last meeting they had
    invited him to with the rest of his family
    members, asking him why he has refused to
    get married. Chidi could remember the
    embarrassment he had felt. Since then, he
    always found an excuse not to go home
    during the festive period, when everyone in
    the family comes back home. He made his
    trips to the village during the year, and sent
    back money during the festive periods. He
    didn’t need anyone to pressure him into doing
    something he didn’t want to do.
    ‘They think it’s easy to find a wife. They
    wouldn’t understand what I go through.’ Chidi
    was an epitome of the proverbial “tall, dark
    and handsome” man. He was the fifth child of
    his parents and the only male child. He was
    also a driven man, and had achieved great
    heights, but he has not found a lady God
    confirmed. There were ladies all around him,
    in his office, at the church, back in the
    village, everywhere! But he has learnt, the
    hard way, to follow God’s leading. That was
    the main reason for his achievement, and
    when it comes to something as important as
    marriage, he wasn’t going to settle for less
    than God’s choice for him.
    There were lonely nights and tough days, but
    he’d rather wait, just as he was waiting for
    his father to get tired of calling him so he
    could call his driver to come pick him up, he
    had a meeting in the next hour.
    ‘Stupid man, give me my back my money!’
    Uchenna shouted at the bus conductor who
    ignored him, and kept looking for a way to
    repair his spoilt bus.
    ‘You knew this bus was bad and yet you took
    it for work instead of repairing it, please give
    me back my money’ said another passenger
    who was also standing to collect back her
    Uchenna was tired and hungry and he was
    getting angrier by the minute. He hated
    people ignoring him, and considering the fact
    that he was in a very bad mood, it was
    making everything worse ‘I said give me back
    my money! Are you crazy?’ he dragged the
    conductor, holding up his shirt and shaking
    him ‘give me my money’
    ‘ Oga leave my shirt, or I go scatter your face
    for you o’
    Uchenna, ignored the fear that went up his
    spine at the thought of being beaten ‘Not until
    you give us our money’
    Without a warning, the conductor swiftly gave
    Uchenna two hard blows on his face, making
    him stagger backwards, dropping his bag
    containing his credentials. He knew he was
    going to pass out and he welcomed the
    He woke up to a serious headache and people
    gathered around him. He put up his hand to
    stop the water being sprinkled on his face. As
    he came to, he managed to sit up, thanking
    God his bag was still by his side unopened
    and apparently intact. Not far from him was
    the conductor on the floor being beaten by
    some angry people. He shouted at them
    urging them to stop. When they finally
    listened to him, he saw that the conductor
    had a swollen lip ‘maybe that will make him
    to think hard about hitting someone next
    time.’ he thought.
    He took his bag and struggled to sit up.
    Ignoring the questions about whether he was
    strong enough, he slowly walked home. He
    had no money on him to take another bus,
    and he didn’t think he had the strength to ask
    the conductor for his money again.
    As he walked home, he thought about his life.
    It was two years since he was sacked from his
    job. He was sure he won’t be able to
    recognize himself if he compared his look of
    two years ago, to his present look. He didn’t
    have to, as he could see the change in his
    wife. His wife was a gift to him, and it hurt
    him that he had not listened to her advice
    when things had been rosy. She had begged
    him to start a business for her since he asked
    her to resign from her job. He had refused,
    saying he didn’t see the need for her to work.
    She finally gave up when it started causing
    quarrels between them. He should have
    listened. His pride and obnoxious attitude,
    had made him without friends, and so when
    the devil had struck, he had been alone, but
    for his wife.
    He had made a bad call in employing a thief
    for a driver, not following the due course, and
    the driver had disappeared with a huge sum
    of money. Though his innocence had been
    proven, someone had to pay for the loss, and
    all his assets had been taken. When they had
    completed the sum, only his uncompleted
    building was left, which Uchenna saw as a
    liability as he could not finish the building.
    Life had taken on a different meaning after
    that. His wife’s parents had rented an
    apartment for them, and started giving her a
    monthly allowance. He was ashamed to the
    depth of his being, but he knew he couldn’t
    reject it or his family will suffer.
    His wife had stubbornly stuck to having just
    three children, and that had been a good
    decision as he saw the look in their eyes each
    day, a look of dejection, and he wondered
    what would have been if they had had five
    children as he had wanted.
    He got home and stiffly walked to his flat. He
    knocked and while waiting for the door to be
    opened, talked to himself ‘I wish I knew how
    to pray.’
    ‘I hope the letter you are bringing to me is
    the positive result of a pregnancy test you did,
    and not another promotion letter.’ Her
    husband’s ability to guess accurately was one
    of the reasons Ngozi had agreed to marry him,
    but seeing it in the negative light, she
    cringed, though she quickly hid it with a
    smile. She didn’t feel like quarrelling today,
    she had had a long day at the office.
    ‘It’s a good thing that I got promoted, is it
    not?’ Ngozi sat by her husband of ten years,
    though she increasingly felt like a stranger in
    his presence in the past five years.
    ‘What do you do with all the money, apart
    from giving huge contributions at church and
    acting the Santa Claus to anyone and everyone
    who asks for your help? We should be
    spending them on our children, the children
    you refused to give me.’
    Ngozi felt like she was slapped ‘How could
    you say that?! Am I God that gives children?’
    she angrily wiped the tears from her eyes.
    ‘Go and meet your God to give you the
    children you believe He can give you. I want
    children so I can stand up like a man in the
    community, that’s what I want!’ He stood up
    and walked into the room.
    Ngozi lost it, ‘Stanley! How dare you say that
    to me? Stanley!’ she crumbled on the floor
    crying, her tears soaking up her letter of

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    wow!!dz grt

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    Aminzy is here again
    nice one
    pls ride on

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    Jimmy Jab
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    @aminzy is back with another family titled waitinq.

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    This will be an interesting story

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    Waiting by Joy, em here…Kontinuuu

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