A Victim of The gods (Chain Reaction)

"Na the old gods dey wait make rapist turn 90years old before dem catch am, the God of today delivers judgment sharperly #SayNoToRape" 18+

His torso ripped with veins showing through his formerly white but now brown singlet as he pushed the buggy of water into the hostel, this was his final round of water supply for the morning and he was ready to go take a shower, devour some " Tuwo shinikafa" and rest before the already tingling sun starts to burn. The shinikafa was more on his mind as he jerked two 25litres kegs of water from the buggy with accustomed ease and danced along the tiny path to the rear of the hostel, pulling the heavy weight of the water, and jiggling like a palsy patient with every step he took. He emptied the water into the drum in quick succession and made his way back to the buggy to grab another set of kegs, oblivious of the hundreds of wolfish eyes staring at him in wild ecstasy or what lies ahead as he performed his routine without any care in the world. 

His thighs and biceps throbbed as he emptied the 8th keg of water and the morning sun danced caressingly on his dark golden skin, two more kegs and he's done for the morning, the thought of food gave him the strength to maintain his balance but the aroma of different concoction oozing out from the kitchen of the hostel weakens his resolve. He sat on the edge of the two kegs he'd just emptied to make sure they didn't compress them with his weight while he savoured the sweet mix coming from the kitchen, he closed his eyes and laid back a little, hoping to find the edge of the drum with the back of his head, but before his head could find it, he felt something soft touch his shoulder and he jerked back to life startled, almost kicking off the tray of food Adaeze was holding as he made to stand up in a rush. 

"Calm down Abu, it's me, I only brought you some food to help you regain your strength, you'll be needing it since you still have two more kegs to carry". 

His lips curled with a smile in appreciation, he collected the tray and balanced it on his laps as he repositioned himself on the two empty kegs to devour the meal, "the Tuwo will have to move to lunch zone" he thought to himself as smiled at the pile of yam and scrambled egg sauce on his lap, he muffled "thank you Ada"  with some accent as Adaeze headed for the door with the towel on her body barely clinging to her heavy set chest. He descended on the food but couldn't help noticing as her buttocks wriggled and whined with every step she took as she walked back into the hostel, he smiled, shook his head and went ballistic on the yam, swallowing every bite speedily as if she might return to collect the food from him. The plate was empty in minutes and he wiped his mouth with the edge of his brownish singlet, he carefully placed the now empty plate and tray beside the drum and ran to the buggy to grab the last two kegs with his new found strength making it a easy swig.

He made the turn with two kegs dangling from his strong arm and met Adaeze standing beside the drum, waiting with a glass of cold juice in her hands, now she had a white tee-shirt on with the towel still on her waist, her nipples stood through the shirts as if they were competing for attention with the glass of juice. Abu dropped the kegs without attempting to empty them into the waiting drum that was almost filled, he collected the cold glass, and his brushed hers, sending a colder chill down his spine. He downed the whole glass of juice in a single gulp and returned the glass to her without saying a word. 

"Well-done Abu, just empty this last two in the drum and call my name when you are through so I can give you your balance, I no forget your birthday ooo!, infact I have something for you today because I fit no dey around next tomorrow" she said. 

Abu nodded in response, grabs a keg and continued with his work. He started feeling strange as he emptied the second keg, he struggled with the heat in his loin, his body was throbbing now as if he's under a spell, he yawned heavily, dropped the empty keg and headed towards the door like a lion that just sprung up from a large meal screaming "Ada! Ada!!". He met her at the door but this time with just the tee-shirt on her, without a towel or anything at all covering her naked round body, and before he could say a word, Ada grabbed his already turgid manhood and dragged him into the hostel's kitchen. He could see four other girls in the kitchen but his vision was getting blurred already, he could only hear them giggle, he tried resisting but his hands were heavy and weakened by some strange forces, his eyes fluttered but he could only feel as more hands grabbed his manhood and body and laid him on something hard but cold. "I am going to be 17 years old in two days" was the last thought that flashed through his head, a 17 years old virgin.

He felt warm and cold, his legs were weak, his whole body was dripping wet and his mouth was sore. He couldn’t stand up from the cold hard floor of the kitchen and somehow, he could see Ada and the other girls exploding in screams in turn all over him… He couldn't define what has happened but he was sure whatever it was had drained life out of him, probably it was something in the juice or probably something that happened here on the floor of the kitchen. He crawled out to the back of the building, dragged himself down to the drum and poured some water on himself. He gained some strength and staggered along, leaning n the kegs a little and remembering to pick them up as he slowly made his way back to his buggy. The sun was burning already but he couldn't even feel a thing or remember how long he's been in the hostel. The security woman at the entrance was surprised to see him come out of the hostel as he struggled to pull the buggy out of the compound, "Abu where you dey since, wetin do you" but he couldn't find enough strength to open his mouth. He pulled the buggy to the road, staggered and struggled with the buggy along, trying to remember what happened to him in there, still drowsy and weak. He straightened up a little to shield his face from the burning sun when he suddenly saw Adaeze crossing from the other end of the road to his side, he froze and didn't see or hear the incoming truck, he swirled into the middle of the road unknowingly and was knocked clean from behind into the gutter. The force of the impact sent the buggy in Ada's direction, crashing her legs, ribs and skull into the wall of the open drainage.

He pulled himself out from the gutter groaning as the crowd rushed towards him and her, everything seems clearer now, he remembered everything now, he tried standing up but his limbs were so weak, luckily for him, no bone was broken but his whole body felt heavier. His mouth was swollen and has he touched it, a pang of excruciating pain shot through his being. He felt hands holding him as the truck driver sped away, the people around rushed and pulled her jerking, marred body from the gutter and placed it on his buggy and everything seems to be happening from afar. They sped down the road, hoping to find a hospital in time to save her life. Tears welled up in his eyes and has he struggled to hold it back, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, there was blood all over and the people around him held him, he tried to speak but couldn't find his voice, suddenly everything went blank.

On the morning of his 17th birthday, he was discharged from the hospital with a bandage around his waist and an elbow plasters to show for the accident. He walked into the sunlight with a limp and everybody seems to look at him with pity as he made his way out into the open compound of the hospital. The story had already made the rounds, he was the victim that was avenged by the gods but nobody was certain of what was avenged. He saw his buggy parked behind the open gate of the hospital, he remembered her and turned back into the reception to find out what became of her.

"I am Adaeze and I am writing this from a wheelchair. I was crippled, left with a boulder shaped head and I am gradually losing my ability to speak as the years goes by all as a result of an accident that was orchestrated by me. Abu was in SS3 at that time and he was always helping us with water whenever water supply was off which was almost everytime. I drugged him and with four of my girls, we raped him and left him on the floor of the kitchen to make it look like he slept off after eating the food I gave him. I was a pharmaceutical student and I was sure the drugs wouldn't kill him although the rape could have. If he'd died, there wasn't going to be a post so I felt confident we will go scot-free but we didn't. After my confession; post the incident, the girls were expelled and before they could be arrested, the fled the hostel and I never saw them again. I've seen Abu just once since then and that was on his 17th birthday, two days after the whole event. He was allowed into ICU to see me on his request and the only thing he said was "I was a virgin" with tears in his eyes... and those words had left a hole in me, giving me much more pain than any injury or death could afford.

I've been a counsellor on wheels for rapist and rape victims for years since the incident and I will continue until I can't produce any sound again. It's been 15 years now and my appearance and experience alone as helped a lot of rapist reform, I hope my words will help rekindle the lamp of humanity in others so that together we can all #SayNoToRape"

**This campaign is a Bloggersville initiative towards curbing rape, abuse, molestation and other sexually driven related assaults** https://www.facebook.com/groups/bloggersville/

I am Abidemi Babaolowo Oderinlo

I read what I need, I write what I like and act what I write.

I tweet from @enyola

WE THE PEOPLE OF NIGERIA!

If GEJ is a building contractor elected by Nigerians and he employs labourers with an average age of 70 to do the job while 80% of the youth in the population are not breaking a sweat, then something needs to be changed. If the ongoing National Conference (NC) was initiated towards redefining Nigeria and building her walls to make her a better country for her people, and the average age of the delegation is 61, while Nigeria as a nation is over 75% youths with and “one third of her population is young people between the ages of 10 to 24 years” according to UNFPA in 2011, then the national conference is not for the future but for the past because the future is not represented. All the members need to be sacked because they are not fit enough or in any physical or mental position to redefine or rebuild or define the path to repositioning Nigeria. They are too old, too weak and too tired to produce any true resolution or referendum that will change the lots of Nigeria or liberate her from "The Wolves of Niger Area" aka Corruption.

A few days ago, I read that the ongoing National "Sleepers" Conference and jamboree under the Order 13(3) of its draft Rules of Procedure, indicates that the final report of the Retirees Conference is expected to be submitted to President Goodluck Jonathan. Delegates present argued that they have wide-reaching powers and could even amend the Constitution or draft a new one entirely. Some delegates even kicked against any move to subject the report of the Conference to the scrutiny of the National Assembly, arguing that the legislature has always killed previous reports, making sane references and facts.  A delegate Olaniwun Ajayi said

“If by any mistake, the decision of the Conference is sent to the National Assembly, it will end just like others. The problems we have been facing for 54 years will not be solved. We will be on the wrong side of history by submitting our report to the National Assembly (NASS). We should send to the people of Nigeria through a referendum and say, we the people.”

And with this he called for the amendment of Order 13(3) to empower the Conference to send its report to Nigerians to take a decision on it through a referendum.

A few of our former "Yes Men" (Click the "Yes Men" to find out who they are) like Ken Nnamani argued for the status quo. He referred to our failed constitution and his lame ex-colleagues in the NASS as the superintendent law custodian even though he admitted that the elections that placed them in the offices to torment the citizens were flawed and delivered in irregularities.

Hassan Rilwan drew attention to Order 13 (2) that said the final report must be passed by delegates before it is signed by the Conference leadership and he further argued that youths have been marginalised, he called that they should be given opportunity to address issues on the floor. He buttressed his point by saying

“Most of those who are here caused some of the problems we are facing today…”

And  soon as he sat down, the conference continued with the unrepentant, dirty, sleeping, old cankerworms overseeing the conference (in dream land off course) agreeing that the report goes to the president.

How on earth does GEJ expect people that got it wrong out of greed in their youth to stand up to correct their wrong when they are already tired, old and sleepy, and still demanding respect for failing, living without anything worth living for, hoping that what they have stolen from Nigeria will keep their children rich forever be expected to deliver a worthy document? But never say never! Old men pray better and with the death of Hamma Missau, our referendum is already being given a celestial ratification in the heavens.

I shrink every time I hear the argument that the constitution must be followed, that the law of the land must be respected, yes it is true but that should be said only when the law is in the interest of the people and not some people. A law that convicts a man for murder on investigative assumption but allows a governor, whose convoy kills an activist to ride free on the ground of immunity, jails a man for allegedly stealing 10k but discharges a criminal like "Ibori" and grants a pension thief in billions a bail of 100k. Allow a minister that can't account for $43Bn fly a private jet on the country's purse, and maintains a Presidential Special Adviser “Reno Mockery” guilty of a felony in an exalted office with benefits. That constitution should be thrown in the trash. The law of the land as failed "We the people" a million times, why should failure still be held as the guiding principle on a journey towards rescuing Nigeria from the claws of this decay we daily decry? I think our resolve should not be sitting to watch things go wrong, but we must be patient, lest we break the pot that should hold our flower.

The rule of law should be honoured and respected but should never be a "blank cache" situation. In Nigeria, it has so far only brought pain on the citizens and I think for once the people should be allowed to choose where they want to go. The 1999 constitution was not constituted by the people let alone young people, it was crafted by the military for the people and it has only left a big hole in our pockets and life as a nation. This constitution being stoutly guided by this NASS as failed to protect the people, curb corruption or punish corrupt leaders, build Nigeria or maintain her sanity, the only thing it as succeeded in doing is ensuring that looters and killers are recycled every year, leaving the real generation of Nigerians that should be in the driving sit not even on the back sit, but at the bus-stop, waiting for a bus that might never arrive. I think this is an opportunity for the people to get on the bus at least, maybe this time, we will get the chance to guide the drivers to destination Nigeria.

Since we can’t stop the National Conference, in my OPINION, the confab should present a report that calls for a referendum, allowing the people to have an input in the direction or course their lives should take. A constitution that does not represent my interest should not be forced down my throat when it can be reviewed or even sacked for a new one. In every sane society, the constitution was instituted by the people's true representative, ours was instituted by the military and has been managed for years by retired military men and party representatives that are only representing the interest of a group of people with their name starting, braced or ending with a "P" and thus they've only been able to feed our lives with Problems and not Peace as we desire, if there is a chance to change this, then we must take the chance.

Selah!

Maysoon Zayid: I got 99 problems... palsy is just one!

I met Maysoon on the internet via TED and she just gave me a new meaning to living. I learnt strength in Zara Gretti #RIP, I have found the new meaning of determination in yet another woman all through the internet. Watch and be faced with the reality that YOU CAN.

My Role and Your Role As a Citizen of The Earth

It’s like being a child of your parent, a brother or sister to your siblings, a husband or wife and father or mother to your children, a friend of your friends and problem to your foes, it is being a little bit of everything without conflicting your role as an individual or duplicating your identity to function as all of this characters at the same time, it occurs naturally, a part of your natural identity and it only takes you being you for you to function in this position all at once. Your being a father or mother to your children doesn’t stop you from being a child to your own parent or uncle to your nieces and nephew and more, it all happens at once, each unique role, perfectly performed at the same time without losing your identity, it the same as well as your role as a citizen of the earth, it is natural, undeniable and cannot be transferred, abandoned or ignored, and has nothing to do with your abilities, gender, status, background, faith, color or ideology, it is part of you being a little bit of everything as long as you are human and a change of name, gender, nationality or belief does not in any way nullify or change your role as a citizen of the earth.

Every element existing in this universe serves a unique purpose to maintain a balance in nature and so do I. My ability to identify and define this role substantiate my purpose for being here on earth and any attempt to abandon, shortchange, modify, reject or totally deny this role sums up to abuse, creating an imbalance that is irremediable by any other person than me, and this is true for all men it is therefore imperative for every man to first find his/her purpose as a human, find her place in the order of life and serve his/her purpose without reserve whether whole, blind, lame, deaf or dumb because only when this is done that the earth will remain livable for all and sundry for as long as it exists. The good news is that the role of every element of nature is predefined, but the big question is now, 

“How Do I Find And Play My Role Effectively?”

The role of every element on earth is indeed found in its nature and it is the same for man, but instead of functioning exclusively as humans, we intentionally bludgeon our role as defined by nature trying to be something beyond our reach, and creating more problems than nature itself can solve, calling on us to reverse our course and get back to nature.

We invented guns and bombs but instead of using it to hunt food, and break rocks for road, we turn it on each other and complain about war and conflict. We walked into the corridor of science but instead of curing diseases, we created more and tested it on humans just for the fun of it in the name of research. Immigrating horses are treated better than immigrating humans in the gulf of Arabia, and dove in the courts of the Vatican gets more grain and clean water than the children in war camps in Central African Republic or the Sudanese refugee camps in Kenya and yet we preach religion instead of concentrating on humanity as a single entity, either black or white. We polluted our planet by our own actions, but instead of cleaning it up with our reactions, we are thinking of running to Mars. How I wish we can just concentrate on our primary role of being humans, the custodian of the earth and north rulers or world power.

When a child is conceived, nature defines the fetus’ gender according to its needs; male or female, living the seed neither the choice of race nor nationality, only ensuring he/she joins the human race. Through education the child is groomed, and even without, the child is groomed as well and placed into an existing society to serve a pivotal role in the ecosystem of such but the excuse of choice and pleasure deludes us, and we dump our role as males, females, husbands, wives to become the opposite or nothing, abandoning our roles and leaving it to burden others, creating more irreversible problems and our biggest excuse is choice.

If homosexuality is a choice hinged on the freedom to choose a sex partner, then a word like “Incest” should not exist, it fits thesame criteria, "Choice of Partner", it’s all a choice as long as force is not applied in the choice process which makes it rape whether straight of homo. Let’s see who will give birth to the next generation, two males or two females romping on each other like bald grapes? Our roles as humans cannot be traded on the stock market of choice, it’s a function, a role that must be played or else, a bigger irreversible price will have to be paid.

“Medical waste is posing a growing problem worldwide, jeopardizing the health of staff, patients, disposal workers and anyone else coming into contact with the often hazardous materials discarded by hospitals and other health-care sites, a United Nations human rights expert said today.”—UN.

The sad part of this development is that a good percentage of these medical wastes come from choices. George, a man suddenly gets tired of being a man and heads to the hospital to become a woman. Stella gets tired of looking like Stella and heads to a plastic or cosmetic surgeon with a picture of Beyoncé. To treat Malaria, a real sickness, one or two syringes will do the trick while an healthy George and Stella will generate a bucket load of health waste just for a pair of boobs in place of muscle, a strange genital where it shouldn't exist and a new look. Jane was born as black as Lupita, but now she’s as white as an albino with dark knuckles and knee cap, with a skin texture that wouldn’t allow him function beyond the dark hours but her knowledge is needed in broad day light so she denies the earth her nature given value, creating a problem for others to solve.

“One in 500 children is seriously affected by facial disfigurement. One in 100 children has a noticeable facial or other feature”—BBC.

Hundred of children leaves with natural and birth defect needing real medical attention but they get none because they lack the fund or the doctor is busy making Jane look Beyoncé and George look more like a clown.

Governments spend trillions of dollars on military research every year and another truckload of billions of dollars on choice-based medical research while the real issues that affects humanity rely on philanthropy to get attention. Religion carts away trillions in tithes and offerings, seeds, zakat and more. The Imam rides with a convoy, the pastors and bishops fly and cruise and they still stand up to ask you to give your shirt to the naked, when the religious establishments are already rich enough to establish a clothing line dedicated to employing the jobless and clothing the naked. Our young and learning men lives in hostels not worthy to be ranked as jail houses for conmen, requiring only a few million bucks per annum to keep it livable and conducive for free, but instead, our congress men get billions in furniture allowances and they are still paid to sit.

Now the earth is at risk, Fukushima is busy feeding the sea with nuclear poison, Iran is nuke ready, the ozone layer is depleted and there are now two suns serving Maiduguri. Instead of war on poverty, maybe Detroit will be off the list of the most dangerous city on earth, America is busy searching for another Libya since they are unable to violate Syria, and Russia has got a perfect excuse to enter Ukraine, “we are protecting our people” they say, I wonder why the thirst for world domination?

Ammunition makers are in constant production with more research on death and destruction, while we are praying and dreaming for the wars to end on the streets and the borders of North Korea."What a dream!". An outright ban is still on Mary-jay sativa the healer but Tobacco the killer is rolled out in trucks and train, christened Cigar and Cigarette, after all, a lot of research is going on to help keep lung cancer patients longer on earth. “I think I need me a gun” like the Irish would say, who knows, a Zimmerman may be driving by tonight, returning from getting some crack in the corner, all in the name of CHOICE?

We all know our roles but we just refuse to play it, my role and your role is the same, it’s only clothed in different garments of a doctor, lawyer, engineer, politician, herbalist, government, citizens and more, our role as humans is not a choice we chose or a choice we can make, it is already defined by nature and it is on us to honour our identity, find our role and play it effectively.

My first role as a human is to be a man and next a Nigerian that lives for God and men. Amen!

I am Abidemi Babaolowo Oderinlo

I read what I need, I write what I like and act what I write.

I tweet from @enyola