Surviving These Times

If you lose your parents early in life, without them tidying up the simplest and complex details of life that’d impact on you negatively or positively, without them helping you to navigate the murky waters of life to a great extent, to guide you through the turbulence that are wont to come, to tell you that even if you lose everything, they are here for you,
Even if nobody ever look you in the face to tell you, just know that you’ve just become disadvantaged. You’ve become a target for cheats, liars and manipulators. The list is endless.
I’ve been grossly unhappy for a couple of days starting from the 15th. Each day, I wake up and ask myself ‘when will this endless dragging come to an end? When will my head/heart 💓 be just plain free from turmoils and start to do duduke duduke😊?

My 18th birthday when everything was alright with the world!!!

How can all these things be happening to me right now that Tito yoghurt is even 1k? (My heart is so expensive/inexpensive to maintain, Choi) What will I use to bring back my heart back to a duduke state?

That time my heart could do duduke, not a care in the world!!!💋💋💋♥️just lookat!!!

On Mother’s birthday, the 15th May, we won a preliminary objection challenging the judgement of a high court in the land tussle that I’m presently embroiled in. That’s the court case I’m involved in.
They sued. I didn’t sue. It is not supposed to be my case technically. It is my father’s property and the document bears my mother’s name and I’m the direct heir to said property, that makes me the liquid metal facing the war😟. This isn’t even funny. All I wanted to do was just #survivecovid# not #survivewar#

So the next thing is to file a notice of appeal. You know, it’s a different thing to sit in court under a judge and be calling matters and leading people into the witness box, giving them the Koran or Bible to swear with. And it’s a different thing to be the one who has to be led like a lamb dumb before his shearers to the slaughter. A case of when the hunter becomes the hunted. It’s only that I truly do not deserve this.

I spent the better part of that day, four days ago, speaking for hours on phone. After thanking lawyer for his success at the high court that morning, he told me something that murdered my sleep.

“If I am going to file this notice of appeal within seven days and get the enrolment of order for the previous one, your bill is 25k. And my bill for the total appeal when it starts and court appearance is 1.5M.

Wait!!!! But, I am not the lion himself. I am not the war. I am not pahose. Where is that money going to come from? I don’t even want to go to war.
Lawyer claimed he is charging 1.5M and if not, he cannot proceed with appeal. We spoke for close to one hour and there was no headway.
But I had told this lawyer before now that I wanted to settle out of court. He said they were not favorably disposed to settlement. Oh fine.

I called my mother’s son and said to him ‘please let them go and carry that house/land. Let them take it alongside the people that are buried on it. If the lawyer refuses to file his notice of appeal, let him not do it, mbok.
Just because, the Earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof. The world and they that dwelt therein.
It’s indeed a very heavy cross. I’ve been on this battle for a year now. And I don’t truly deserve this.

As this conversation was happening with the lawyer, I was getting dragged in a slander, a maliciously repulsive outright lie and blackmail by a narcissist, a chauvinist with an over exaggerated sense of self importance.
I was like “oh devil, not today again please”. But, the devil’s advocate didn’t come to play.

Something went off in my brain. Alarm bells began to ring. I began to get to that point of no return when you’ve reached the wall. That point that you tell your foe that whatever happens now is not my fault after you’ve tolerated their mischief long enough. But it was all in my head. It was in the way my eyes turned red. It was in the way I laid awake at night, turned my back to the wall like Hezekiah and spoke to God about it.
You see, my parents are the principal partners in this matter. They are the witnesses and the main players. But where is my evidence today? In the grave.

I imagined putting a call across to dad and saying
“Dad, remember that time I ran away from Mummy O’s house at Airport Road because you made a decision about my future I didn’t reckon with. Remember how you begged me through endless texts and asked me to come back but I refused. I defied you only once in my life and it was over that issue, well,
There’s a false allegation because of that and you aren’t here.

Remember that time that dad asked you to plead with me to go to Abuja with him after I vehemently told him I was done with that process in Lagos? Remember how you called me into your room at almost 4am and talked to me only in a way a mother could. And because you can easily get anything from me, I conceded.

Remember how you tried to convince me in order to sway my decision over the despicable situation of 2014 and I told you that even if your mother, my grandma whom I loved so much ever woke up and told me to change my mind, that I wouldn’t listen to her. Was that not when you hands off and told Dad same?

Well, four days ago, I was slandered because of it.
That slander was so ghetto, outrightly repugnant and ridiculously insane. It the human nature.
I’ve had sleepless nights asking myself ‘how did I get here? how did I get involved with something so ghetto? how did I get involved in a froglike and masquerade situation-frogs like to dance in the mud and masquerades tend to dance naked in the market square for clout.

All I wanted was just to #survivecovid# not #surviveslander#

So, after ruminating over and over, I told myself ‘let us come to the conclusion of the whole matter- Fear God and obey his commandments, for that is the whole duty of man😊😉
So, in order to preserve my sanity, which by the way, I’ve been struggling to keep in place to survive Covid 19,
I started waking up at midnight to dance and jiggle my body for one hour just because-the hallelujah challenge.

I’m releasing these burdens and as usual, moving around like everything is all right with the world.

P.S if you must dine with the devil, please for your own sake and your children’s, use a very long wooden spoon.


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