[ Ìyá kekére ] Part 2

...They had been shouting my name , throwing stones at my
window but I did not wake. They probably gave up on me but not until when my petty trader friend came and heard I was in the burning house , I was told she went crazy, she shouted Oreeemi ooo [exclamation ], and insisted that she must come fetch me. How she went through raging fire I don’t know but she saved my life that day. My supposed friend that asked if I was truly iya kekere’s close friend was outside when iya kekere’ s made efforts to rescue me.  After I gained full consciousness and I had known what was happening, I looked at Iya kekere, she was crying and she came to hug me so tight. my eyes were gushing out water like a running tap. She uttered "oremi"! my friend i almost collapsed by hearing that. i intensified the hug, i could only say eehn mondayin lohun [yes, i'm answering you];she further said adupe emi, olohun koni gba e lowo awon obi e [thank God for your life , may death not snatch you from your parents]. I could not utter a word anymore . I was just crying. Everyone else thought

I was crying because of belongings or so . But I was crying because i once told my great friend not to call me her close friend again.  My dad soon came, running to my house barefooted from where he parked his car . He took me away in his car . I told him what had happened and how I was rescued , he immediately turned back to meet her , but we were told she had left as it was raining anyway. We returned there the next morning but iya kekere never turned up anymore . Information I heard was when she came to rescue me, she left her goods behind and some thugs stole them all . My family made frantic effort to locate her but to no avail . This is about 15 years now. My heart is full of apologies , she was ready to sacrifice her life for me. It wasn ’ t that others didn’ t like me, it ’s just that iya kekere’ s love for me was at another level. My pastor said I would still meet her which I am happy about. Iya kekere is my own close friend wherever she is . I LOVE YOU IYA KEKERE AND YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND Please do not disregard people who show you genuine love, a friend in need is a friend indeed. I live to regret the day I asked her not to call me her close friend anymore.
May we not drive away our helpers Amen

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[ Ìyá kekére ] Part 1

There was this petty trader at Orile Agege whom we called “Iya Kekere ” because of her height . I believe she was an ajase woman. She sold sweet and stuff like that on our street, she would not stop calling me oremi timo timo or oremi atata [my very good friend ] with glowing enthusiasm , at first I liked it and I would stop to buy unnecessary things from her.

It goes on for many months until one day, a supposed friend of mine made a joke out of it that “you’ re a close friend of this woman? [laughingly]” I didn’ t say anything but started to feel uncomfortable towards iya kekere. it started to become an embarrassment whenever she called me so , I started to think how should I be a close friend to her really?

Firstly , I was avoiding her by taking another route because I usually would pass through her every morning when I was going to uni. After a certain period , I couldn’ t bear the stress of the route anymore , I thought I would have to tell her to stop calling me her close friend that I just do not like it and that everything else was fine.

The next morning , I made my way towards her , as she saw me, she actually screamed because she had not seen me for awhile, she shouted oreeemi ooo , I was so upset , I angrily instructed her never to call me so again in her life . She was shocked and was not sure if I was in the right mood . I further told her she’s been disgracing me for awhile and that she should just call me Bukky and that I couldn’t possibly be her close friend.

I could see the shock on her face but I really  didn’t care as I left. 3 days later. I was asleep, I heard a very loud noise on my door and I woke up. It was iya kekere shouting “ina ina ina”[fire ! fire !!] I didn’t know what was happening she just dragged me out of the building through the back door. It was hell of a smoke and I didn’ t gain my consciousness properly as she dragged me hurriedly out.

When we got outside , a massive crowd was waiting for us , everyone rushed to me and said our house was on fire and that the stairs and corridor were not accessible and they knew I was in my room .....to be continued Click Here for  Part 1

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INSPIRATIONAL TRUE LIFE STORY: SMALL MADAM (Ìyá kekére) Part 2

...They had been shouting my name, throwing stones at my window but I did not wake. They probably gave up on me but not until when my petty trader friend came and heard I was in the burning house , I was told she went crazy, she shouted Oreeemi ooo [exclamation], and insisted that she must come fetch me. How she went through raging fire I don’t know but she saved my life that day. My supposed friend that asked if I was truly iya kekere’s close friend was outside when iya kekere’ s made efforts to rescue me.  After I gained full consciousness and I had known what was happening, I looked at Iya kekere, she was crying and she came to hug me so tight. my eyes were gushing out water like a running tap.

INSPIRATIONAL TRUE LIFE STORY: SMALL MADAM (Ìyá kekére) Part 1

There was this petty trader at Orile Agege whom we called “Iya Kekere” because of her height . I believe she was an ajase woman. She sold sweet and stuff like that on our street, she would not stop calling me "oremi timo timo or oremi atata" [my very good friend ] with glowing enthusiasm , at first I liked it and I would stop to buy unnecessary things from her.  It goes on for many months until one day, a supposed friend of mine made a joke out of it that