• A Cry For Revolution.

    October 23, 2020 by

    I hear voices coming from the wilderness,I see a stampede running down the mountain, The screams grow shriller, nearerThe ground is shaking, louder I hear the voices of a people,A cry for revolution. 😢😢😢Nigeria needs Peace.Nigeria needs HopeNigeria needs Prayer.

  • …Where Pains Can No Longer Reach You.

    October 8, 2020 by

    I know him,I know him very wellHe was the little boy that usually play with me round the well,Blessed with a fair Chinese lookNo words to define his handsomness. Years later I heard,“He died few days ago.” The news tingled my earsI hoped I didn’t hear well,But it was certain,He died. Why?How could he die?… Read more

  • Where we Call Home. _by Epiphany._

    October 2, 2020 by

    Where We Call Home(On Nigeria @60) The lies that we tell to ourselves,untold stories that we hum to ourselves –stories whose words fail to haze in listening eyes;stories whose history we munch at supperwhen our stray eyes recall our youth-hood –a past draped in ‘Responsible’ plaques–so we wonder, “What are we doing here?” Well, home… Read more

  • The Journey is Yet to End

    October 1, 2020 by

    Ouuh (coughs) this place is very dusty (coughs again) where are the brooms, please I need a bucket and a mop stick, a lot needs to be put in place😩 Yeah yeah, Krietivenation’s blog is now back 🤓 we have been off for a while but it was for the best, trust me….and yes, we… Read more


    July 2, 2020 by

    Hi,Really missed you,What have you been up to?Had my mind on you all-dayHope you’re okayMiss our long talksNothing specificJust watching the way your lips moves;Very addictive.Remember the way your eyes glistenLike the moon in the seaToo mesmerising orbsOf pure beautyYour Skin, like silkSoft and velvetyLooks like chocolateAnd feels like a cream.The figure of a model,Perfect… Read more


    March 7, 2020 by

    Born a Seed Do you know you were born with a seed. At creation, seed(s) were given to each individual. You were given such seed because you were born as a farmer with a farmland. That seed has the potential for your greatness. It is what you do with it that determines your level of… Read more

  • Grasp of Fear..by Dozie

    January 19, 2020 by

    Just like in a trance,I stretch my hands out for helpfear written all over me.The tiniest noise sounds like gunshothorror terrifies my thoughts. Deep down, a voice flashes,just like light rays.suddenly,I could feel a strange fireburning in me.suddenly,I could feel my heartbeating like a drum.my soul feel conquered. my heart reach out to my soul… Read more


    January 19, 2020 by

    Thanks to the daring darkness that sowed sheds of light for the needy-dawn to harvest in bumpers I am a black boy revered in a colony- crowned I am a black boy sauntering amidst cuffed hands and legs. But still of the folks trusted for sumptuous soil in matters of dinning, Feasts to feasts, And… Read more

  • The ocean of the main land . by Nelo Josie

    January 15, 2020 by

    You remind me of the creation story For a thousand years you have beautifully circulated your territory. I sat far off from you watching the twinkling light of the sun dance on your horizon I find solace in the spell of the air you breathe At the top of the bridge. At dawn you magnificently… Read more

  • No Resolution… By Adesokan Opeyemi.

    January 15, 2020 by

    ‘ Everyone has surely got some resolution to make, but I am not going to make any resolution this year. You know why? Because It all started last two years. In 2018, I surely made some beautiful resolutions but I found myself breaking them to smithereens. I am someone who loves to have sex, someone… Read more

  • The Mark on my Face by Josie. Episode 4

    December 28, 2019 by

    I woke up one fateful morning to realize that we would be going to a church fellowship by 9am. Ever since I came to the city, I hated the word ‘church’ talk more of going there, because whenever we go to church I always felt my spirit on fire,I would be disturbed till we leave.… Read more

  • The Mark on my Face by Josie. Episode3

    December 28, 2019 by

    The moment I stepped into the house I felt as if my spirit was thrown into a deep dungeon. The soft part of me began to miss home especially my little brother whom i usually play with and walk round Agulu girls, a secondary school beside our primary school. I remembered the day we were… Read more

  • The Mark on my Face by Josie. Episode 2

    December 28, 2019 by

    My mother had seen the marks several times on my body but couldn’t get to understand, it was quiet strange how the mark disappears before night fall and appear again in the morning from my head to my toe. My grandmother found it strange too but my father’s younger sister suggested that it could be… Read more

  • The Mark on my Face by Josie. Episode1

    December 28, 2019 by

    I grew up with the conscience that I’m not just an ordinary child, my birth was built on certain circumstances, my mother had told me that when I was a baby I have always been ill, no one not even the doctor could fathom the cause of the illness: it had no diagnosis. She told… Read more

  • My Colour My pride- Krietivenation

    December 11, 2019 by

    Out of my mother’s womb I came forthEmbraced in the arms of love My mother said my smiles are joy to motherhood The town crier cried my father a fatherBut my colour was yet my prideJust like the bean seedling I grewLaughing when my mates laughsThough I knew not what they laugh atBabies flickles in… Read more

  • RHYTHM;NO REASON. by Adesokan Opeyemi

    December 5, 2019 by

    *I weep not again today,For the Orokoro that goes beyond comprehension.Uttered by the dry mouth of the blind composer,Song; he calls in no shame.Ka-tim-ba-ba-ba, ro-ti-ma-la-wa; he saysIn no meaning to the open ears,Ready to be shut off in countless pains.Audible to thunderous beat repeats,The hour of death shall not past nor sleep.I weep not again!For… Read more

  • OWU,WEEP! by switz

    December 5, 2019 by

    Weep! Weep! Daughters of Owu Not for your ruined cities and dead allies Not for your desecrated altars and defiled virgins Weep ! Make up of ashes , clothes of defeat and wear them for your sons and daughters ,show of tragedy Blow the Kakaki and hit the Igbin Not for the joy and glee… Read more

  • Heart speaks

    November 30, 2019 by

    Me:Heart I don’t understand you anymore, you have been cold these past few days what’s happening Heart: I’m weakly in need of resuscitation. The people I love are going farther apart from me Ola is moving completely out of Lagos,who will encourage me when I’m down?. Wale is leaving to Kano state, who will make… Read more

  • The gong is ready to cry -NELO

    November 21, 2019 by

    Why am I forgotten? I who disseminated the message of the kings At my voice the village stand still I, the headshaker of the elders Mouth opener of women and children Why am I forgotten? I have been left in d mud for years Where is Nzekwe the famous towncrier Tell him to tell the… Read more

  • Echo of the night

    November 19, 2019 by

    In the echo of the night Darkness takes away my sight It sweeps away the strenght of the might And sways their feet in sonorific flight I lie in await for the roaring light Which the heavens speaks of to shine bright. -krietivenation.

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A Cry For Revolution.

I hear voices coming from the wilderness,
I see a stampede running down the mountain,

The screams grow shriller, nearer
The ground is shaking, louder

I hear the voices of a people,
A cry for revolution.

Nigeria needs Peace.
Nigeria needs Hope
Nigeria needs Prayer.

…Where Pains Can No Longer Reach You.

I know him,
I know him very well
He was the little boy that usually play with me round the well,
Blessed with a fair Chinese look
No words to define his handsomness.

Years later I heard,
“He died few days ago.”

The news tingled my ears
I hoped I didn’t hear well,
But it was certain,
He died.

How could he die? I mourned.

“He took hard drugs, and it damaged his lungs.”
Unbelievable! But he was just 19.

“He knew he would die,
he held his mother’s hands and pleaded”
“Mum, please let me live, I promise to serve God with my life”
Those were his last words.

If only she could save him
From the snitching hands of death,
Maybe he would have been the son she never had.

I hope you’ve gone to a place where pains can no longer reach you.


Picturecredit: #Pins

Where we Call Home. _by Epiphany._

Where We Call Home
(On Nigeria @60)

The lies that we tell to ourselves,
untold stories that we hum to ourselves –
stories whose words fail to haze in listening eyes;
stories whose history we munch at supper
when our stray eyes recall our youth-hood –
a past draped in ‘Responsible’ plaques–
so we wonder, “What are we doing here?”

Well, home is where we call here!

Those sweet tales we munch stealthily,
some pitch of ‘Vision’20’ vestiges…
Scoffs –at the ‘higher ups’, and their mis-reps,
a pitch firmly warped in Northern ‘illiteracy’;
Western ‘over-sabi’ racketeers;
Southern clamor –woolgathering,
and the Eastern hate for all things ‘un-theirs’.

Yet, home is where we call here!

Some creative spirit kips in our mother’s kitchen,
its joyful resilience puns lampooned comedies;
its six decades of intricacies flails too –at age,
at the many tethered unions:
‘Biafran’, ‘Bayajiddan’, ‘Omo Odù…’
Enrolment by revenue –
or by loss.

But, home is where we call here!

Isn’t it?

Well, I can only try,
to wipe the dry tears;
to sniff it all away,
to tell you my –our– story:
a story, not of failure, of a becoming;
a story, not of a nation, of a people –
a people whose home mirrors.

Happy New Month 🙃
©J. Olayinka Olarinoye (Epiphany)

You can follow up on his page to read more amazing poems @ https://beingtheepiphany.wordpress.com

The Journey is Yet to End

Ouuh (coughs) this place is very dusty (coughs again) where are the brooms, please I need a bucket and a mop stick, a lot needs to be put in place😩

Yeah yeah, Krietivenation’s blog is now back 🤓 we have been off for a while but it was for the best, trust me….and yes, we are going to be giving you something that will make you come back for more everyweek🤭.

Yeah, it’s no longer news that today is Nigeria’s 60th anniversary🥳🥳. Personally, krietivenation is wishing Nigeria and her citizens long life and prosperity. Can I hear a round of applause👏👏

Yes without much ado, I will like to go straight to the point.
This evening Krietivenation has decided to share an episode on how some Nigerians celebrated their country. There’s so much to say, but everything that needs to be said will be said with pictures. yeah pictures, you read right,😂😂. Also, we have a video for you all… calm down😄

But first, let me celebrate Nigeria with my own picture🇳🇬


so let’s take a look at other pictures…

Here this picture says _”we are imprisoned in our own country”_ or what do you think?
Someone described this picture with a poem. In our hearts we are hurt
Our ladies been raped
The weak being bullied
Our youths without job
Corruption in the air
Can we keep this for long
It now 60 years
Waiting for the so called change
When,where,how,which day will the change arrive
Raise up your voice and flag
Let call for change
Cast votes to the right person
If promises aren’t fulfilled kill him
We want the change at 60 now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. Written by David.
What is this picture saying? I think the little girl is trying to say _”Nigeria, please protect your children from the hands of rapist”_ or what do you think… I’m not really good at captioning pictures.😄
Someone has already graded the country. Nigerians ain’t smiling ooo.
Somepeople are about to deny their country…hmmm this is serious 😑
PUNCH NEWSPAPER… What a news on the 1st of all months😨😨
Forget about the reply, focus on the heading. I’m caught up with the word “TOGETHER”.
Some people are really having their fun…I love these attire😊😊.
Have you gotten your Rapsody? If you didn’t get any then you must have been indoor all day😂😂.

Before I drop the video, I would like to ask you; How was your day😊😊? Feel free to drop your comments and like😊😊.

Brought to you by Krietivenation.


Really missed you,
What have you been up to?
Had my mind on you all-day
Hope you’re okay
Miss our long talks
Nothing specific
Just watching the way your lips moves;
Very addictive.
Remember the way your eyes glisten
Like the moon in the sea
Too mesmerising orbs
Of pure beauty
Your Skin, like silk
Soft and velvety
Looks like chocolate
And feels like a cream.
The figure of a model,
Perfect and curvy.
Could watch you walk for miles
And still, be obsessed.

Anyway thought you should know;
I’m back in town
Been on the low
For a week now
But I wanna meet up,
Nothing big,
Hoping we could talk
Over dinner.
Wanna catch up,
Know what I missed,
Tell you about my experience
And how I lived.

Got you a gift
It’s a bit small
But worth a lot
It’s valuable to me,
More than money.
It’s round and shiny
Bright and a bit heavy
With a beautiful blue rock,
It has the Shape of
a heart on it,
A gold band.
I wanna give it to you
Hope you’ll accept it,
Cos all I want now
Is For you to be mine.



Before my lifeless body dances into the Mountains of no steps,
Hills that are not hilly,
Rocks of softened fleshes,
You must hear out my tirade,
With your ears pierced to the rhythms of its ugly diatribes.
My heart has been shattered,
And the smithereens are lost.
Perhaps thrown into deep seas to be eaten by wild fish,
Abandoned in the forest to be frolicked by wandering animals,
Scattered in the thin air for wraiths.
Love was my greatest enemy,
Our ways are embodiment of contradictory logics,
Love wanted this, I wanted that,
Agreement was far from us.
‘My will must be done,’ Love howled
‘To hell with you,’ I always said.
Like two bullies fighting for superiority,
Love and I were known foes,
His hard horrible hands were quickened to carve out my weaknesses,
But my wit was a bowel of everlastingness.
‘Who doesn’t need love?
Who can do without love?’
Love always asked rhetorically,
Even when He knew we both got the inclinations behind his incitement.
Love was my greatest enemy,
I never wanted to be loved,
Neither do I want to love,
For loveliness is not a lovely love,
So why should I ever be submerged in love?
Then I allowed love’s issue to get me intoxicated,
Out of excitement of defeating love,
I fell into the dormitory of love trances.
A lass caught my glimpse in this mystery and helped in the closure of my eyes.
I didn’t fall in love,
Like the bush meats fall in the hunters’ snares,
I slept, dreamt and woke in it,
All that could be remembered was the lass who stuck to my side in couple-like.
Indeed, shattering began to drill,
Nocturnality was the order of the day,
The love once hated became sought after,
Now more scarce than the fowl’s teeth,
Much scathing than a bleeding steel.
A taste had made my life tasteless,
A touch had made a drastic difference,
Which I never would have thought real
At times of conflicting love.
My heart turned a toyed irrresistance,
As I began to search for something where I had left nothing,
Lies and promises were my brothers,
Apologies and dreams were my excuses.
All were contending kerfuffles to my existence.
My heart has been shattered by love,
Dreams are dematerialized,
All that’s left is an empty vessel still in a thirst of a flower,
Love came laughing,
Enjoying the stupidity marked out of a man.
A weakness carved out by all dexterity,
‘Lust was indeed a messenger of love’
He is cruel and undefeated,
But excitement is much crueler,
The more I think about the dancing of the lifeless body, the more sanguinary I become.
But all must come to unfulfillment.
@Adesokan Opeyemi.



The land has forbidden you,
Worthless sons and daughters of avaricious hearts.
It wails upon your returns, screams at the sight of you, threatens demolishment,
For you have soiled upon it desecration.
Oh Returnees! Your feet are like that of Elephant,
So heavy and mannerless,
Dominating and inconsiderable,
That even the little ant dismisses its petition for colossal flesh.
The land is in a great distress,
For the ungrateful now trample upon it,
Not just as mundane inhabitants,
But as horrible pompous authoritative possessors.
Its wailing and screaming grow more thunderous,
Like a kid screaming for wants.
In need, you disowned the land,
In affliction you came back to it,
As if like a confused senseless spouse,
That jingles his pattern to a state of perplexity.
What then shall we say to the aggressive brags?
To the going ups and coming down?
To the imitative mouth that condemns the land for the pleasure of where it didn’t suck in the nipples?
Or has the Olukon refused to favour you?
Has disdain crept into your heart,
That you cannot bare the pain of seeing?
The land is indeed filled with troubled questions;
Sheathed in his heart that borne and grown worries.
Subduction emanating from the covetous hollowed mouth,
In readiness to vivify a promissory,
No, Let the land grieve and curse
For lies will beget lie,
Should it not, it will forever be encamped in mockery.
@Adesokan Opeyemi.

ORENTE…..by Ridwan. O


I want to sleep in peace and not in pieces,
Laying my head in your wondrous thighs,
Enjoying the frolics you unfurl,
For you are Orente,
The one whom I must marry.
Yes, I want to catch some cruise with you,
Trundling around in Germany today,
Embarking on hikes in Ibadan tomorrow,
Smelling the fragrance of Paris at next season,
For you are Orente,
The one whom I must marry.
I have philandered with so many a lady,
My thread has dared and interwoven a spicule,
My heart has been caught in midst of lust and loss,
But for you Orente, this feeling is indescribable.
This feeling cannot be compared to that of Romeo,
Nor Akin to that of Juliet,
But something much deeper,
Deeper than that of Sango and Oya,
That could intoxicate the Samson in me to reveal my strength to the Delilah in you.
Orente, could my exhausted pen be constantly filled in your profound ink?
Could I be called a nincompoop for your love ‘nins’ and ‘compoops’ me?
Could my past be burnt and buried in your glowing coals?
Could you hypnotize me like the horny demon that fell in love with the water maid?
Orente, I want to stare at the Hills and Mountains with you,
Trudge upon the hardened Rocks while our hands are entwined in lover’s circle,
Mimics the whitened race at your glaring presence,
While you laugh and laugh till your sorrows and past are forgotten,
Thus, interlocked in my lascivious arms,
For you are my Orente,
The one whom I must marry.
Fear and rejection defile humanity,
So long as they continue to exist.
If these are thought beyond requests,
And taken for no lust and Idleness,
If this feeling is equivocal,
And love is made to love itself,
I shall read this to them__the joys of all unions,
Should this day breed gloominess and meet opposition,
Never will my heart be opened to love,
Never shall I have need of sights,
Never shall a day beget smile but sorrow,
For you are my Orente,
The one whom I must marry.
@Adesokan Ridwan O.

Give Yourself Time to Grow.

I was in the salon one day when a lady came in to have her hair done. She had chosen an awkward hair style and they had began plaiting the hair. But the lady seemed restless and made to always check the facial expression of the hair stylist via the mirror.
“Ah Ah!, came the expression of the hair stylist with her mouth agape, what happened to your hair, did you cut it?”, she asked in astonishment.
“No o my sister, it’s one hair I made like that. When I loosened it, I found out that place just pulled out from the scalp”, the lady explained sullenly.
“I think I’ll cut the hair let everything grow back together”, she said.
“No don’t cut it, the hair stylist advised. It will grow back, just give it time. It’s not that bad, at least it’s at the middle not at the front line”.
The lady agreed and asked the stylist to make sure the place is properly covered.
Few months later, I went to make my hair and I met the lady there. This time she had a bright countenance and wasn’t restless like before.
Shebi that place don grow back abi ?”, the hair stylist asked her.
“Yes it has and it grew faster than expected. Thank God I didn’t cut the hair o”.
Most of us are too rigid with our lives, we see every difficult situation as an end. Most people don’t even think twice before taking a decision they might regret later on.
Things might not seem the way it should be. You might have not gotten to that level you expected. You might have gotten to a cross road where you feel putting an end may be the best.
But have you considered giving yourself time. Think through on that situation and give it time. You’ve done your calculations, you know what you’re expecting and when it should be, give it time.
Give yourself time to grow.
Give yourself time to heal.
Give yourself time to be patient.
Give yourself time to love you.
Give yourself time to be better.
Give yourself time to become you not someone else.
Give yourself time to go through that phase.
Don’t be too hard on yourself. The lines will surely fall in pleasant places, but while they’re yet to fall, draw them out.
Be you. Be original. Flow with your style.
Make sure you’re growing to be You, not someone else. There should be no comparison whatsoever with anyone. The only person you should compare with is YOU.
It’s a new month, don’t feel bad at what you couldn’t achieve last month, another opportunity is here for you to GROW.
© Toochi Sunny.
Creative Writer
Personal Development Trainer
Gender Equality Advocate
UN SDG Advocate

Easter and Chinelo

‘Chizy, Ada, both of you should get ready for prayer’

I heard the voice of my mum ringing the bell for prayer

‘Oh God I still want to sleep’ my eyes shuddered tightly,hoping she would pass my room without opening my door.

Disappointment slaped, my name came running out of her mouth even before she twited the door handle

‘Chinelo chinelo, oya oya get up let’s go and pray’

Although I wanted to act deaf, but it wasn’t possible because I knew that we both know that I heard.

‘Mummy nah’ I squeezed my face and pouted my mouth. All I wanted was for he to leave me to sleep

‘Eh what?’

‘Happy Easter’ I managed to say still maintain the same facial expression

‘Same to you too’ she replied

She woke my younger ones and took them to the toilet to urinate and then to the parlour to pray.

I dragged my body out of the bed, it’s easy to say my spirit nor my body was willing, half way to the parlour, my dad’s voice reminded me that I wasn’t properly dressed for the prayer; I turned round, headed back to my room, took out my rosary and grabbed my wrapper; I had to cover up my body else he would say I’m advertising my body for enticement.

I made up my mind that I would sleep while the prayer last but luck ran out on me when my mum ordered me to pray.

‘Chinelo pray for us’  when I heard it, I thought it was a dream till it registered in my brain that I was asked to pray.

‘In Jesus name…’ the prayer begun

After praying, I staggard into my room and threw myself on the bed

‘I really need to sleep at least for five minute’ I said to myself

Just as I was about to shut my eyes, dad voiced out

‘Chinelo what are we eating this morning, who is in charge of the kitchen today?’

‘Daddy it’s Chizy’ I replied with one eye closed

I was about to shut the opened eye when my mum’s voice rang out


I pretended as if I didn’t hear hoping she won’t call again

‘Chinelo chinelo!’

‘Maaaa’ I replied almost frustrated

‘Come and sweep and mob the house, what’s the time? Don’t you know that today is Easter? Do what you are supposed to do and come down stairs let’s cook’

‘Yes ma’

‘What is it nah somebody can’t even rest for 5 minutes’ I muttered

I wasn’t feeling sleepy anymore, they had finally succeded in sucking away my sleep.

The phone pluged just next to the fan

Seem to say
*’helloo you haven’t touched me o’*

‘I slept very late at night just because of this phone’ I sighed but couldn’t resist unplugging it, before anyone could say J A C K, I already logged in to WhatsApp, then Facebook, WordPress ,then instagram.

‘ Chineloooo’ it’s mum again

…’see you this girl don’t get me angry o, so you haven’t even swept the floor talk more of bathing your younger ones, don’t dare me oo else I will take your phone and smash it on the floor…’

‘ How did she know I was pressing my phone?? Mothers ehh’

I kept quiet thinking she would lower her voice  but she never did

‘ yes ma’

My little sister, Chizy, laughed her way into my room and added more fuel to the fire with her loud voice

‘Sisterrr stop pressing your phone, go and do what mummy is saying’. I almost knocked her mouth

‘Don’t let me come and meet you there ooo’  my mum continued, guess my sister has achieved her aim.

I droped the phone and went straight to bath my younger ones.

‘Oh God the soap has finished’

Although I knew asking my mum for soap will cause another case, still I knocked on her door,
‘Who is that!’ She answered like a lion ready to bite

‘Mummy I want to take bathing soap’

Immediately she opened the door…

‘ you see you ehh, you think I’m a fool or you think can take me for granted, I bought 500 airtime for you and all you have being doing is to press your phone up and down, this is the kind of character that will make your husband chase you out of his house, ehh what kind of human being are you? Don’t you know today is easter?…..’

‘Mummy please I’m sorry’
that’s was the only way out else she would shout till the neighbours know what I did.

I quickly did all the house chores, who wants to be reprimanded for being lazy… abeg make my ear hear word small

My cousin,Ada, and I started making preparations for the Easter delicacy, soon mum joined us.

After a while in the kitchen,I felt weak and sneaked to my room,

Before I could congratulate myself for the successful sneak out, mum yelled out


‘Oh God what have I done to deserve this eh’ though I pretended no to hear my name, it came ringing out again

‘Chinelo!my friend will you come downstairs!

‘Ok ma…
‘I ‘ve done the needful why can’t they just let me rest’

In no time Chizy walked in

‘Chizy please can you carry me up cos this bed don’t want to let go of me, my body is not willing to give it up’

She stared at me hilariously and gazed back at her phone.

‘See Chizy, I continued,…if I’m going downstairs you will be going with me afterall you are the one in charge of the kitchen.’

‘Chinelo! Chizy!’

mum seem to know my mind as she called out for both of us.

As soon as we reached downstairs, my little brother’s birthday cake was already lying at the dinning.

‘Oya you people should gather here let’s pray and wish Chiribe a happy birthday’ dad instructed.

I stood behind the celebrant with both eyes closed waiting for the prayer to begin.
After the blessings and birthday wishes I took the cake to the kitchen to cut a slice for everyone.

‘Chinelo’ dad called

‘Sir’ I replied

‘come and drink this wine’

I smiled, without hesitation I went in to grab a glass

‘Are you eating cake?,’ he asked as soon as I appeared

‘Yes sir, but I can still drink it like that’  i replied knowing he would tell me to come back for the drink after eating the cake.

‘It’s an alcohol and it will taste very bitter if you are eating something, go and drink water first’ he adviced

‘No nah daddy I can drink it like that’ I smiled

‘Because of a drink you are smiling, oya take and drink’.

‘Ok sir’

I took it and gulped down the drink.

‘How is it?’ He asked

‘It’s ok’ I managed to smile even though It was terrible.

‘Do you want more?’

I could hear my stomach say

‘More kee, noo don’t try it’

But my mouth said something else

‘Yes sir I want more’ he poured a little

‘Daddy pour more’

my mouth betrayed me again

My stomach became hot, very hot.

As if it was saying.. ‘you are mad, you never see anything’.

All I wanted was to act like big girl, so I gulped the last glass, it was indeed bitter but I’m a big girl nah, I smiled mischievously.

‘Chinelo come and change the gas cylinder the old one has finished’ that’s mum again

I stared at her and Ada who stood beside her

‘Ma?’ I thought I didn’t hear what she said.

‘Are you deaf? Go and change the gas cylinder’ she frowned

‘Are you sure she isn’t drunk’ dad questioned rather sacarstically

‘No daddy haba I’m not drunk’ I replied as I draged my body outside to change the cylinder.

‘Am I the one carrying Myself or is it breeze?’  I asked myself.
My stomach rumbled and dizziness seem to spin my body.

I was about to sneak upstairs again when my dad called me

‘Are you sure you are ok? Or are you feeling dizzy?’

I laughed rhetorically

‘Dizzy ke, noo o I’m ok, I’m ok’

‘Then where are you going to, go back to the kitchen and help out’ he ordered.

‘Daddy I’m coming first,just give me few minutes I will come back when the food is ready’

He knew it was useless talking to me cos it seem I was gradually going out of my mind.

I staggered on the stairs and finally landed on my bed

‘ oh thank…’

‘ Chinelooooooo’ my mum yelled out again

‘Oh God, this people want to kill me’😢 I almost cried

My elder brother
 knocked at my door

‘Mummy is calling you, come and serve visitors’ he said mockingly.

‘Please tell her that I’m sleeping, tell her that I’m dizzy or tell her that I’m in the toilet’  I pleaded

‘ no o you must follow me downstairs’ he insisted.

I had no choice but to go down

‘Take a plate and serve the visitors’ mum instructed

‘Yes ma’  I picked the plate and staggered backwards

‘If you mistakenly push anything down eh, I will slap that drink out of your body, try me and see just try me and see’

Chaii So this Easter😢😢