THE BRIDE’S DILEMMA

In a particular community, the bride price is dependent on the number of morsel (ball) of foofoo or garri which the bride (new wife) is able to swallow.

As the new wife sits for the food, her parents tell her to swallow much morsel (ball) of food so that they could accept much money from the groom (new husband).
In the same way, her husband’s people tell her to swallow less morsel of food so that they would pay less price.
If you are to advise the wife, what party should she follow? Her husband and his people by swallowing less morsel? Her parents by swallowing much morsel?

Assume you are an aid to the wife, who would you advise her to obey?
Her parents?
Her husband’s people?
What is your choice if you were the girl to be married?
Give reason for your answer.

Happy weekend!

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THE BACHELOR’S HEART

He started from grace to grass searching for perfect sweetheart of no avail.

Abalioma graduated from Abaeke University, Nwanyiapa in flying colours. He was carried shoulder high as a prestigious scholar could be done.

As a first class graduate, Abalioma was employed as director of Nwanyiezuoke alliance refinery, Ogedimkpa where he made his first one million naira.

As they say, dormant money goes to the bank, a lazy man is a gigolo . . . so to say.
An idle mind is a loving mind.
Having toyed with messing money, Abalioma began to squander on girls gallivanting from one quim to another like a seasoning agama lizard. He did not know sweet soup loses its taste the more it is licked.
He had many encounter with many rich girls who to his view were all imperfect. Okenwokeji was one of those he flaunted with.

While with Okenwokeji, Abalioma flaunted with many other noble girls weighing them to choose the best amongst:
With Ndidiamaka, he discovered that her hymen had been broken though she was a sex mistress;
To Akwaeke, he discovered that she was a talkative girl though she could cook and romance;
To Ukwunnu, he discovered that she was too generous such that she shared her quim between him and other men. The same was applied to many other girls.

Beyond any doubt, you are tempted with what you can hardly do without.
As soon as Abalioma resolved to admit poor girls into his heart, all angles were rampant with girls of poor guises. The more he touched, the more he lost the texture. He sent info to the village for his father to marry and send any girl whose intelligence attained the level that she carried books on her head. He spoke in lingua franker which was difficult to his father for interpretation. That was so because he lost his accent and dialect for English language.

As a notorious village man, Nnanwa went out to look for bride for his son.
After five hours from when he was along the road, Nnanwa saw a girl whose books were rested on her head as against other girls who were beautiful without books on their heads. He approached the girl and wooed her for his son.

Having been transfer from Ogedimkpa to another branch of their industry in Lagos, Abalioma relocated to the city where many lucky hawkers shelter in abandoned vehicles and under the bridges. Getting an apartment in Lagos was like Nigeria legalizing homosexualism.
Two years later, Ukwunka was taken to Lagos by Nnanwa for Abalioma.

When Ukwunka got to Lagos, she feigned timidity contrary to her habit of harlotry.
Whenever Abalioma gave money for food, she would spend twenty percent of it thereby buying small piece of meat which was against her husband’s principle. When asked, she said, “we have to economize everything.” The worst was that she fetched pipe borne water for Abalioma against his habitual drinking of sachet water.

As the sun rose and fell, weeks came and gone.
Abalioma had tried everything possible to haul her but Ukwunka avoided him. Rather, she slept in a separate room alone claiming that her mother told her not to have sex with any man that she would be disvirgined.

As Abalioma developed interest in Ukwunka, Tọpẹ whom he was cohabitting with packed out because he seemed to like village than urban girl.

When she got home, Tọpẹ told her NYSC member friend about Abalioma’s trait. She disguised like a poor bread seller and sold near Abalioma’s apartment for him.
Coincidentally, Abalioma was driving out and saw Bọngel on his way. He drove out with and wooed her.

As usual, Ukwunka turned down Abalioma’s request for sex. He vowed to retaliate which he did by inviting Bọngel who sat on his laps.
When Ukwunka came, she saw Bọngel speaking in dunce tone and accent. She was introduced to Bọngel as house help which exploded her head. She was even mandated to welcome Bọngel on her knees which dismantled the linen of her stomach. She yelled, “do you think I’m a fool? I have taken much from you.” She rushed out immediately and packed her luggage out of the house.
Abalioma rushed her for apology which she turned down and told him that she was pretending because she wanted his money, that she was a whore. That protruded Abalioma’s heart and he ushered her out of the house.
He also sent Bọngel away for financial and economical proactivity.

As they say, “a biting dog does not stop yawning,” Abalioma went to Mkpụrụmma who was among those he excommunicated.
As soon as he knocked on her door, Mkpụrụmma banged out.

Still pleading, Lucy, Mkpụrụmma’s house help brought a fruit to her mistress.
Abalioma looked at her breast until Mkpụrụmma discovered and abandoned him into the house. He said, “I inherited this lust: I should have gone for deliverance before coming to her.”

thirty-five years later, Abalioma clutched Eighty without a wife. He sat and saw a charming girl and said, “I wish it were those days: good things surface daily.
My people, no girl without fault; just ignore their shortcomings.”

THE VILLAGE BOY AND HIS PHILOSOPHY: a poem

Joy is no bound
To God my delight,
Love no point,
Felicity for my maker
My trouble the church. 5

Limited are rights
Full of indoctrination,
All said right is dot,
Questions none
During the sermon. 10

All good tones for money,
All tongues for blessings,
No tongue for forgiveness.
All for good hope,
None is willing. 15

Holy are the richmen,
Evil are the poor.
Visits for elephants,
wealth their pockets
But ants’ is suspension. 20

Five offerings and tithe,
Thanks giving and dedications,
First seeds and harvest
All to enrich self
while I get poorer. 25

If I must pay tithe
Which is ten percent,
what for offering,
First seed and harvest?
Am I as wise as serpent? 30

Give it shall be for you,
How much have I accepted
From them?
Who eats the tithe?
Is it God or human? 35

Monkey works,
Baboon eats the fats
When shall it work?
They drive in jeeps
while I lack bicycle. 40

They said I’m lazy
while they usurped all
That I laboured
Under righteous guise
When I was gullible. 45

God is everywhere
Not in churches.
Go there when much
Is there to be wasted.
It’s committee of usurpers. 50

Pray to thy father
Which is in secret; and
Thy father which seeth
In secret shall reward
thee openly. 55

I have great disdain
For churches and
Their pilots.

SUCCESS IN THE FIGHT AGAINST CORRUPTION BY NIGERIA’S PRESIDENT, BUHARI IS DEPENDENT ON THE CALIBRE OF HIS CABINET

Over many years, Nigeria has been under hostage by her enemies who violate her under different guises: Some for popularity and many for selfishness cum personal gains.

Since her creation on 1st October, 1960, the story remained that she lacks personalities to head her affairs.
The story is no more the same as she has crossbreeded with other countries.

The emergence of Muhammadu Buhari as the incumbent president has made the difference.
Those who are billionaires are now on their heels to avoid being implicated. Nigeria is no more a country where personality is measured through how much one has. It is no more a home for corrupt and indiscipline people. This is because Buhari has great disdain for corruption and indiscipline. Those who advertise the number of houses, cars, hotels, estates, etc for popularity are now hiding in their shadows.

It is unbelievable that a talented child can not be successful in company of bad friends.
The ability of Buhari to combat corruption in Nigeria is dependent on who he made his cabinet.

Also, the war against indiscipline is achievable with devoted and willing cabinet.

Nigeria is practising a democratic system of government which makes the president to depend on constitution and approvals from the Federal House of Representatives(FHR) and the Senate.
For any action to be embarked by the president, it must pass through the two houses.
This makes it difficult for a president to attain his anticipated level of development without the quorum of the houses since is goes against the status quo of the tenet of democracy.

If those who are in the houses are not in harmony with the president, his dreamt war against corruption will be unhatched. The head of every parastatal must be those to sing the same song with him before he will fight corruption and indiscipline.

As Nigeria celebrates her 55th indepentence, it is worthy of note that buhari’s government has made great success within hundred days in office and not in hurry for popularity and commendations. It will leave no stone unturn since he is not friend to anybody but friend to every body.
He is not a stomach president as evidenced in his approval of seventy million naira(N70,000 000m) for the 55th independence celebration.
What is being celebrated is not loss but successes so far; ranging from victory over insurgency, militancy, might of the military, robbery, kidnapping, drug trafficking, ebola, polio, guinea worn, and many others.

Happy independence to fellow Nigerians.
Let us support Buhari to fight corruption without considering party affiliations. PDP, APGA, ANPP, AP, APC, AC, etc are political parties while Nigeria remains one. Let us unite and be our brothers’ keeper.
“Peace and unity” is our strength.

Adokiye: Let Boko Haram deflower me and release Chibok girls

http://www.vanguardngr.com/?p=451310

Sometimes we keep wondering why people die at their early 20s. It is not hand-stretching to decipher that goodwills from God are turned against him.
Instead of adoring God for exalting us, what we do is allowing his blessings to explode in our heads.
What a shame!

It is ridiculous and taming.
An alleged virgin reportedly promised to give access to the Boko Haram terrorists to deflower (disvirgin) or have sex with her and free 219 abducted Chibok school girls.

1. Should she be said to be caring?
2. Do you think she is a virgin as she reportedly purported?
3. What reward do you think she hopes to get contrary to her private jet for her mother as condition for deflowering her?

The world is a domain where popularity is achieved through indecency and waywardness and celebrated with the accomplices as celebrities.

God! please, sanitize the world and exalt the just and the righteous in Jesus name.

REGRETFUL CARE

A man went to Abuja after staying idle at home without an aid.

In Abuja, toilet facilities are absolutely awesome.
The crux is that the facilities are akin to village recreational facilities.

When the old man got to his son’s mansion in Abuja, he was welcomed by oozing air from the air conditioner in the room. The first thing that came to his mouth was, “Amadioha! Ndia anwa m.” (Amadioha! These people have tempted me). Amadioha is name of a god.
He immediately took a cola from his goal-skin-bag and made some ritual.

It was not too long when he was pressed. He told his son to take him to toilet so that he would defaecate. His son took him to a water closet to his dismay.
Having been engulfed my village principle that an evil sick person defaecates in houses, the old man said, “So you have been wishing death to me? I’m going back to the village now not tomorrow”.

When they got to village, the old man summoned elders. His son was fined two goats,enough food and win for threatening his father.

Aside

THE PANIC OF GROWING OLD AND ADVENT OF VIRGIN PERIOD

There were days when we used to obey our parents like men do to God today.
Those days, our mothers and fathers were our visible gods.

Once upon a time, my mother called and told me that I should go to the toilet that she was watching me. I used to go because I knew she had nothing bad against me. My love for her was an ultimate one because she cared for me much.

It was not easy however but I enjoyed her company. One day, mother called, “Opefi” as I was traditionally called. I responded only to hear from her, “there is a woman in the moon”. She added, “the woman was hardworking which made God to capture her to the moon”. She mandated me to look at the moon which I did wholeheartedly.
Looking there, I saw a woman piercing firewood with an axe in her hands. She said, “God likes hardworking people. If you want to be close to God, try and work hard”. I nodded my head in affirmation.

Two days later, Mother told me that she is mother and everything to me as a child. I asked her, “why?” She told me that it was because her mother loved and cared for her. And that she must make sure she taught me the right values.
I went with her to where she kept her portrait . . . Haba, mum was actually beautiful. She asked me if I saw the portrait which I affirmed to. She told me that I was her image and was going to get old like her.
As a child, I asked, “mum, what should I do to remain young?” She laughed and told me, “the only solution is for you to marry a good wife like me”. I was too inquisitive to ask, “why?” She told me, “good wife is good life”.

Children were funny those days. I proposed to my mum which she accepted with the condition that I must promise to forgive all the girls that offended me and those to offend me in future . . . to God, that was very difficult to me because there was a girl, Amarachi who pushed me down one day when I went with mum to a prayerground in the name of a prayer warrior. I slept over since I was already dozing before she put her hand on my head and waged me with her leg. An attempt to avoid her forced me down by her waging leg. I swore never to forgive her. My love for my mum made me to accept her condition.

When she discovered that I was mean, mum told me that she was the only wife married by my father and cannot continue like that with me. She said that I must marry another wife to be assisting her. I told her that I was afraid of getting old. She promised to keep me young as the first wife in my house.
My next question was, “who should I marry?” She told me, “since you want to remain young, you should get married to your neighbour who you know very well”. She added, “you should not allow your eyes to deceive you; good wife does not ask money from her man but asks why he is not happy”. She looked askance and said, “short girls are wicked because they struggle for recognition. If you offend them, they will feel marginalized thereby being proactive in response. My second husband, marry a tall slim girl for she not only forgives, but has low libido for sex”.
I replied, “mum, thank you but you are funny. Though one may have high libido for sex, he can not change it. I am a boy and must remain one despite my ego for girl”. She wailed until her heart wanted to crack.

Five years later, my mum told me to respect my father despite what he must have done against me, that he was my first father-in-law. That sounded funny but I ignored her. “My problem is how I should go near my father when he has great disdain for me . . . Perhaps, he may butcher me the way he threatened the other day”, I told her. She said, “blood is blood, your father said so because he is a fanatic who wants his male children to stay away from their mother”.

When I got to my father the next day, he was extremely happy. He called me, “Nna nwunye m” which means ‘my father-in-law’ because I was named after my maternal grandfather, “boys are not good to stay with women. It is lazy boys that spend their time gossiping with women in the hot and kitchen”.
I was not abashed because mum had already told me about my autocratic father who was fanatic in his words.

At eleventh, I was admitted into primary one.
As I was going to school one early morning as usual, mum told me, “father,” for I am her father’s sake. “study Inglash very well”. I was not surprised that she pronounced English that way because she did not receive formal education. She had one day told me, “I heard that chalk fell from one teacher’s hand and broke his leg which later led to his death”. This was fallacious to me. She went on, “always stay far from your teacher so that it won’t fall and kill you”. I responded, “oh mama”.
How could I have blamed her when she had not seen chalk for the first time.

With all those piece of advice, I love mum, Beaty and my to-be mum-in-law, Comfor.
Mums, you’re great!
Nneka — mother is precious!!
I love both of you and my to-be third wife, Angel Godspromise.

Do you think my mum was a bad mother?

Aside

SHOW ME THE WAY TO YOUR HEART: a poem

You’re wholly mine,
Help me find the way e-e-e,
Into your heart,
A place of happiness,
A loving home.

Oh! My angel come to me,
I have gone everywhere
Both in Abuja and Lagos,
only for love all for none.

You’re wholly mine,
Help me find the way e-e-e,
Into your heart,
A place of happiness,
A loving home.

My honey heart,
Reasons are much
Why I love you most
More than the princess
Of Ijebu kingdom,
For you’re special among the much.

You’re wholly mine,
Help me find the way e-e-e,
Into your heart,
A place of happiness,
A loving home.

I love you more
when I perceive,
Scent of love
From your bosom,
That is everywhere
One could think.

You’re wholly mine,
Help me find the way e-e-e,
Into your heart,
A place of happiness,
A loving home.

I love you more
Because of your low tone
That pierce all hearts
That open for love . . .
I mean special love,
Agape love,
I will die for you.

You’re wholly mine,
Help me find the way e-e-e,
Into your heart,
A place of happiness,
A loving home.

I love you most
Because of your height:
Six feet and six inches,
With shape all over,
And your walking style.

You’re wholly mine,
Help me find the way e-e-e,
Into your heart,
A place of happiness,
A loving home.

I love you most
Because your mouth is sealed:
You’re selective,
In your words.

You’re wholly mine,
Help me find the way e-e-e,
Into your heart,
A place of happiness,
A loving home.

I love you most
Because of your bumpy cheeks
That vamp like wailing piano
Under manipulation of Ariel
Of old shakespeare.

You’re wholly mine,
Help me find the way e-e-e,
Into your heart,
A place of happiness,
A loving home.

I love you more
Because of your ball breast
Not pillowlike but a protrude
On slippery mirage.

You’re wholly mine,
Help me find the way e-e-e,
Into your heart,
A place of happiness,
A loving home.

I love you more
Because of your laughing style,
Status of your teeth
That illuminate the hearts,
Especially mine.
I faint for you.

You’re wholly mine,
Help me find the way e-e-e,
Into your heart,
A place of happiness,
A loving home.

Over ten years,
I tried to woo,
Your humble heart
For my humble one,
All no avail.

You’re wholly mine,
Help me find the way e-e-e,
Into your heart,
A place of happiness,
A loving home.

You turn me down
Because I’m poor:
I have nothing
To give to you.

You’re wholly mine,
Help me find the way e-e-e,
Into your heart,
A place of happiness,
A loving home.

Angel please,
Money matters a little;
But my heart matters much.
I will love and care for you
If you give me chance to your heart.

You’re wholly mine,
Help me find the way e-e-e,
Into your heart,
A place of happiness,
A loving home.

Should I say it’s background?
My mum told me that
I was born noble.
Marry me and get blessings,
For I’m blessing.

You’re wholly mine,
Help me find the way e-e-e,
Into your heart,
A place of happiness,
A loving home.

Angel always remember,
Uncelebrated victory is akin
To failure.
Men are much
But few are celebrities.

You’re wholly mine,
Help me find the way e-e-e,
Into your heart,
A place of happiness,
A loving home.

A celebrity is one
Who can defend his acquisitions.
One who is divine one;
One with natural wealth.

You’re wholly mine,
Help me find the way e-e-e,
Into your heart,
A place of happiness,
A loving home.

Acquisition and wealth are
Generosity in behaviour,
Polite in expressions,
Pure in heart and poor in spirit,
Intelligent in heart and brain
But foolish to men.

You’re wholly mine,
Help me find the way e-e-e,
Into your heart,
A place of happiness,
A loving home.

Angel, men are evil:
They love when they hate.
Your best friend is best enemy:
It’s house’s rat that tells
Bushes’ rats where meats
Are kept by its lord.

You’re wholly mine,
Help me find the way e-e-e,
Into your heart,
A place of happiness,
A loving home.

Ok. If you must avoid me,
Always remember my apology.
Tell lucky him that I was
And that I prayed for you
But you ignored me for him.

You’re wholly mine,
Help me find the way e-e-e,
Into your heart,
A place of happiness,
A loving home.

Au revoir my proposed.
The egg is useful without fowl:
May her womb be blessed.

You’re wholly mine,
Help me find the way e-e-e,
Into your heart,
A place of happiness,
A loving home.

CAUSES OF DELAY/DIVORCE OR BAD CHOICE IN MARRIAGE/RELATIONSHIP AND SOLUTIONS

Nowadays, boys and girls privatize spinsterhood and bachelorhood because they yearn for insatiable desires.
Below are the causes of spinsterhood/ feme sole and bachelorhood:

1. FALSEHOOD: Boys/girls hardly say things the way they are; instead of red, they call it pink, yellow for orange colour.
When they call their mothers, they say it was their sisters. Worst of all, they claim to squat while standing.

In relationship, as soon as your partner deciphers that you feign truthfulness, all trust is betrayed and rare to be re-fixed.

2. PRETENCE: it is preferable that you dispose your real self at first in relationship. First presentation and impression matter most.
Your partner see you the way you presented yourself at his first sight. An attempt to mimic beckons hatred; even divorce if already in matrimonial home and separation if engaged.
Boys and girls nowadays present themselves the way they are not only to woo another. After that, they would retain their originality.

3. MIMIC EXPOSITION: This is more on girls’ side. They boast of what they do not have. A girl from poor background can borrow or spend her last card to feign affluence by buying clothes and make-up. This makes rich men to avoid assuming much exposure. The moderate and poor ones avoid them because they think they are higher which makes the girls to pray and have wrinkles without answer. The truth is that these girls’ aim is rich men. They avoid poor men/boys on the claim that God did not approve it until it is too late. This causes divorce as soon as their partners decipher that they feigned personality.

4. FANATICISM/INDOCTRINATION: Many girls believe that God must tell them whom to marry. This makes them to believe words of the clergymen that marriage must be through them. Many also believe that wedding is the ultimate which makes them to end up waiting for who would wed them.

5. AUTOCRACY/LACK OF DIALOGUE: Many men and women do not discuss affairs together. The men claim to be all and all while the women when they are the breadwinners never allow their husbands and children to contribute. If this happens, separation or divorce is bound.

6. LAZINESS: Lazy men are hardly attracted to girls. They want real men who can feed them.

7. POOR AROUSAL: Inability of a partner to satisfy his/her partner sexually causes divorce.

8. POROSITY: Many men and women hardly hide secret thereby saying everything discussed with their partners to others including their children which leads to escalation.

9. UNFORGIVENESS/IMPATIENCE: These are the key causes of the menace. Any relationship without forgiveness is an immature one. It is bound to fumble early.
If the players in relationship are not easy-going there is problem.

SOLUTIONS TO THE MENACE

1. Always tell the truth even if it can pluck ears away from the head. It is better than your partner hearing it elsewhere. He/she can forgive you easily.

2. In relationship, always be yourself: complain when displeased, praise when pleased, laugh when happy and angry when sad.
These can make your partner to know how to associate with you.

3. Always leave your breast without pad.
Associate with your likes. Go with poor people when you are poor; this can help people to know your level. Buy dresses of your class and always keep them clean. Bath very well and use cream to attract men for yourself.

4. The men should work hard because nowadays’ ladies love what you have and not handsomeness while men love beauty.

5. The men should try to control themselves so that they do not ejaculate early because the ladies love men more if they (girls) ejaculate before them. Romance her to arousal heat period before you login.
The ladies should always squick or give lovely slow shout during the intercourse because the men love ladies more when they remember their shouts during courtship. Romance and kiss the man when he is on/in you.

6. Try to know how God works.
Your heart is God’s temple and he lives there. He (your heart) tells you what is good for you. Your heart is your God.
If you see someone and your heart beats for him/her, approach him/her.
For girls, greet the boys always and they would come for you. Before you conclude, research about the person well.

7. Always allow everybody in your family to contribute in affairs for two heads are better than one. Both men and women are equal: That you are the breadwinner is a privilege and not luck. Instead, always ask help from God.

8. Be secretive with regards to family’s affairs. If you quarrel with your partner, try to settle it alone without any intruder.
Should you want to do anything in the family, never tell others but let them know when it has been done.

Note, if you invite external settler in quarrels, the same would poison your and your partner’s heart. The external settler goes to secret settlement which entails blaming you before your partner and your partner before you when each of you are alone.

MY TEACHER IS RESPONSIBLE: a short story

In my school, Ụmụnte high school, I used to be serious until Mr Toje came to me. I never knew I was in rogue’s net. He started by telling me to be serious in all my academics. He used to vet my books and did all necessary corrections.

If any teacher maltreated me, he called them to order. Bean cake was at my disposal: He bought for me the way my parents never did. Oh! What a demise of hope.

In a faithful morning, he told me to meet him after class activities. I succumbed on the fact that he was my mentor. I dashed euro for naira because I presumed yawning for bumps. I took him as my . . . in short, myself. When I got to him, he told me to come to his house that I was going to do somethings for him. I was still young and underaged; I went to houses and homes without biased mind of sexual harassment. Ah! it’s painful. What should I tell my guardian? Should I say it is infection? It’s sorrowful!

Ok. He was caring but is it an excuse to molest me?
When I got to his house, nobody was there. I knocked hard and harder only to hear, “who is there?” I said, ‘I am Sikira’. He said, “wait for a tinkle of time.” I replied, ‘thank you sir.’ I sat on an anvil near his room.
When he came, he gave me a spittle of life which novicized me. I felt the first shock of my life. He drew his mouth close to mine in my dismay which sprayed the worst odour of life for me. I could not resist him for he was my dear teacher. Objecting his ego is sine qua non to denying him his right. As he touched the nipples of my breasts, I felt dew in my whole body which seemed as if someone sprayed chilly water in it. My toes that time were tired of dormancy. They shivered under the disgust of desire. I trembled under pubertic pressure. This was my eleventh. According to my integrated science teacher, eggs could be fertilized at eleven but humans do not lay eggs . . . I mean, we are not aves. Or should I say human eggs are hatched in the womb?

As I was saying . . . hmm, men are wicked. They are visible devils.
As soon as Mr Toje tampered with my nipples, I lost all my senses under his control. His next target was my clitoris. As soon as he gripped it, I collapsed and felt watery particles in my private part. The next thing I felt was piercing stick in my vagina from which I felt some reaction and fatigue in my body which made me to grab him firmly until I was at ease.

After the intercourse, I found myself in a pool of blood which frightened me to think my womb was broken. To be frank with you, I felt the thing. It is the best thing I have ever enjoyed in my life without knowing that it is the worst encounter.

After my first attempt with Mr. Toje, I started yearning for more. I met many men who I even offered myself just to satisfy my libido. I started this way and the more a boy ejaculated into me without touching my clitoris, I see such a person as a novice. The only professional in sex field is Mr Toje. I developed more likeness for him but this time, the likeness has metamorphosed to love . . . if this is appropriate.

When my parents saw my desire for boys, they cautioned me but I threw caution to the wind. They even reported me to Mr. Toje because they thought he was the only one I could listen to. The more they reported, the more style he used and the love I developed for him.

Two months later, I started developing fever which lingered for three months. I did not bother because I had never had any thing called menses. I swam in ignorance until the fourth month when my stomach protruded. I went to a hospital for test only to hear, ” congratulations young girl: You are four month pregnant.” I saw the nurse as foolish person. How could she congratulate me for this. Ah! Ah!! This is very serious. Who sent me to this? It is painful!

One morning, my father summoned our kindreds. Who asked me, “who is responsible?” I flashed back and remembered that I slept with one Fatai and Emeka who were my classmates. I knew either of them was responsible but I forced myself on them. I ignored the interviewers.

The next person who called me was my mother . . . I respected her much. I told her everything and she told me to mention only Fatai Because his father was headmaster.
As I was coming back with my mum, Mr Toje landed. He waved at me which I responded in disgust.

Not too long I entered with my mum that I was called out. “Who did you say is responsible for your second pregnancy?” they asked. ‘My teacher is responsible’, I replied.
All the people were looking askance. I overheard, “could she be talking about Toje of all the people?”

After an interval of two to three minutes, a voice came, “Who is your teacher?” I replied, ‘Mr Toje of course.”
My mother started crying immediately as my father faced the sky.

My problem is that they did not treat the sore. They ended up pouring salt into it. My third pregnancy is the sore.
Who should be responsible for my third pregnancy since I met my teacher and others?