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Monday, 12 December 2016


“Oh no” i wailed [Cried] with a loud voice, drawing the attention of everyone in the house.  Within minutes, almost every member of the white community was in Damian’s house.  It was as if they were all waiting for such news….
*I couldn’t believe I was married only for one night…(Less I forgot, my name is Precious, and what I give you guys is the story of my life. This is a story of pain, love and sadness.  A story of lost hope, betrayal and death. A true life event that turned my life upside down.)

I really can’t write how hurt and empty I was that fateful morning.  I can’t describe how devastated I was nor how my heart bled.  I was totally broken and dead.  I couldn’t even call my brother to tell him the bad situation I found myself.  In fact my soul and my spirit ran away from me.  I was just a shadow of myself.  The devil just took time to urinate on my destiny.

Damian’s mother never bothered nor cared about my feelings, instead pulled out the knife from her son’s body when my cries brought her to the room and almost stabbed me with fury, screaming some incoherent words, until other members of the family came in and held her. “I said it; nothing good ever comes out of Africa.  She stabbed him, she probably did it in her sleep, or maybe it’s witchcraft.  God save my soul” the old woman screamed and cried.  I simply sat beside the bed and cried out my heart.  I was just like a cornered rat.  I was simply in the midst of foreigners.  In the midst of people who saw me as a second class animal or probably a gold digger.  None of them spoke to me nor asked how it all happened.  I barely had changed my night wear when an ambulance arrived with men from the force headquarters. Before I knew what was happening, I found myself at the back of a police SUV while the perpetrator of the crime walked freely, probably watching the unfolding events from a safe distance.  Another problem I had was that I didn’t know who to suspect nor accuse.
 They all looked the same to me.  They were all a bunch of conspirators. I felt like taking my life as the police took me away, because there wasn’t any need living again.  I knew the justice system would easily convict and close the case than investigating. “Who am I among a bunch of whites all accusing me of murder??” I had nothing to prove my innocence. I was the only person in the room with Damian.  The murder weapon which might have saved me through finger print test was already compromised by Damian’s mother.  My life was nothing but over.  Kiri kiri prison awaited me with a dark smile.  How do I save myself? How do I prove my innocence?......To be continued [missing part 1? click here]

Saturday, 10 December 2016


I woke up after my wedding night to see a knife buried in my husband’s chest, our bed sheet soaked with blood...I couldn’t believe my eyes, i couldn’t believe it was all real. I held my dead husband and looked around.  “no this can’t be happening” i breathed, trying hard to control myself. But it was all real, Damian was cold and still. He was dead for real. “nooo” i sobbed quietly, wondering what to do, wondering the next step to take.  There was any doubt, i was about experiencing a very terrible twist in my life.  Damian was definitely murdered by someone who was so desperate to destroy my happiness.  I sat down on the floor while my mind flashed back to how I met my husband.  After NYSC, early the previous year.  
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>   [ Ìyá kekére ] Part 1
>   [ Ìyá kekére ] Part 2
I came to Abuja to live with my elder brother who was a doctor in one of the city hospitals.  He had no problem getting me a good job in a very popular construction company inside the city.  Seriously I counted myself as a very lucky girl because i was the first to get a job among all my classmates and friends.  I started work in Damian’s office as a secretary and that was when my life took a dramatic turn.  Damian who was my boss, a white and an American citizen quickly took interest in me.  He was so sweet and caring but equally a womanizer.  Everyone warned me to be careful.  My colleagues advised me to be professional when dealing with him and never give in to his demands, which I obeyed. But surprisingly he continued disturbing me, even after turning him down so many times. The more I turned him away, the more bolder he got.  This continued until I finally gave in to him.  We had a very sweet relationship that soon became the talk of the town. As our relationship progressed, I starting getting threats from his old girlfriends both in Nigeria and abroad, but it never stopped me from giving up on him.  Three months into the relationship, he proposed to me and met my people, drawing another shock from everyone, especially the white community.  
Our marriage was quickly fixed and I insisted for it to be done in Nigeria because of my family and friends which he accepted without hesitation.  Damian’s mother, family members and friends arrived the country two days to our wedding.  I had a very long talk with his mum and cousins who all tried to be nice to me even though the resentment on their faces were noticeable.  The church wedding and reception went very well.  Damian really spared no cost in organizing the whole show.  We planned travelling to Dubai the next day for our honeymoon, which made us spend our first night as husband and wife in his big house where almost all his family members and friends slept.  Anyone of them could have crept into the room as we slept and struck him, but there wasn’t any doubt I would be the major suspect….“Oh no” I wailed with a loud voice, drawing the attention of everyone in the house. Within minutes, almost every member of the white community was in Damian’s house.  It was as if they were all waiting for such news…. I couldn’t believe I was married only for one night… be continued

Friday, 9 December 2016

[ 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 be continued Click Here for  Part 1

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