Tag: Nigeria

2015: It’s A Wrap

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It’s the last day of the year,

Be happy and of good cheer.

The Lord has kept us thus far

Through trials we didn’t think mattered.

2015 was a ride,

We conquered the bumps and hurdles with pride.

Now we glide into the new year,

Another time to wish the ones I hold so dear

And everyone reading this

A 2016 of Joy and Bliss.

Happy New Year!

I would love to say a big Thank You to everyone that has shown me love since I started this blog 3 months ago. I have found joy in all the love and support that has been shown  to me and I am very very grateful.

Thank you Jacqueline, Writersdream9, Ishma Imroz, David and Amina for your numerous encouraging comments. I would alsoo love to thank everyone that has been reading my posts and put as much as a like on each of them, you all are the real MVPs haha!

See You In 2016!!!

Red Velvet kisses,
Aanu.

 

I Missed You, Yes, You!!

Hola! Salut! Ciao, fellow inhabitants of blogging-land. How have you all been? I’m sorry that I have neglected you all for so long. I’ve just been too busy with school and other things that I never have time to even visit my neighbours’ blogs, talk less of updating mine. I even have exams coming up but I know that God is with me.

I really didn’t plan this post before I started writing haha, I just thought I should say hi to you all. Unfortunately, I could not finish my Writing101 course because I’ve been busy but I will try to do some assignments before this week runs out (sorry my Writing101 friends :oops:).

Today is Tuesday and I really love tuesdays, mainly because I’m always exceptionally happy and have only 3 classes at school 😁. I’m actually on my way to school right now and listening to music, which reminds me of when someone said I listen to weird music 😂😂. Don’t get me wrong though, I’m not weird (most of the time 😉 ).

Basically, the thing is I don’t listen to just any kind of music. I mostly listen to Pop, RnB, Rap and Alternative Rock (you could add a bit of rock there too). Anyways, I can be very selective with the artistes I listen to, I don’t just download any hit song just because everyone has that song. If I don’t like the artiste then I won’t get the song. Also, a major turn off for me is when a song contains too many ‘bad’ words and doesn’t make sense to me. That kind of song has no business in my music library AT ALL!

I listen mostly to artistes/bands like U2, Paramore, Adele, Ella Henderson, Meghan Trainor, Lecrae and other related ones. I also listen to gospel artistes like Tasha Cobbs, Kierra Sheards, Smokie Norful, Tye Tribett and so on, they really lift up my spirits :mrgreen: (took a cue from Amina 😆)

Haha so even though I veered off topic (not that I had any topic at first 😂), at least you all learned something about me ☺. Well I’m back now and I promise to post at least once a week, just so you don’t miss me too much 😉 😉 .

BTW here’s a question for you all, how have you been and what kind of music do you like?

Strawberry kisses,
Aanu

Leaving Home

For today’s Writing101 prompt: Home, a short story.


“No!!! You want to kill me abi? I will not let you kill me! You’re leaving this house today!”
I woke up from my afternoon nap to my dad shouting. “What’s going on this time?”, I thought.

I walked up to his room to find him in a torn singlet, probably pulled and ripped by someone in a fight, sitting on his bed. He looked extremely angry. I wasn’t really confused as to what had happened, they had fought a few times, but not like this, not ripping each others’ clothes, I was scared.

My mom came out of the closet carrying a box, I was confused. Her hair was a mess and she was sniffling. My suspicions were confirmed, they had fought, but this time she was carrying a box. It was then my stupid mouth decided to open before my brain could process what was happening. “Mummy, are you travelling?”, I foolishly asked.

My dad began to shout again, “You this woman you will not kill me, I will send you out before you kill me”. He then turned to me, gesturing to his ripped singlet and scratch marks, “Look at what your mother did to me, is this right ehn? She’s leaving this house today!”.

My mother turned to scream at him, still sobbing, “It’s a lie! He wants to bring another wife in that’s why he’s sending me out, he has another girl that he wants to marry outside.” She threw a pillow that was on the floor at him, “Useless man!”, then she hissed and lifted her box. “Eniola go and pack your clothes in a small box, let’s leave this man and his house, he can eat it”, she said eyeing him in the manner Nigerian mothers do when they’re being sarcastic.

I started to cry, went to hold my dad and knelt down, “Daddy no, please, mummy is sorry, we’re sorry, she won’t do it again, please let her stay, don’t make her go.” My sentences began to lose meaning as I started to cry profusely, “Daddy please”, but my father was not moved, rather he said, “You can follow her if you want to, sha know you’re not coming back, and you will suffer…”
“We will not suffer in Jesus’ name!”, my mom interrupted. It all felt like a dream, my parents were separating and I couldn’t do anything to stop it, it was like something had died inside of me, I couldn’t move. My mom came to pull me up, “Go and pack a few clothes in a box, we will not suffer, let’s leave him”. I obeyed her and packed a few clothes in a small box.

I could’ve stayed with my dad, but that bond between a mother and child, it’s unexplainable. I chose to go with my mom and that day, I left home.

X,
Aanu