Hmm! If the fly sitting on top of a palm wine calabash says it is drunk, what will the fly inside the calabash say?
Only Time Will Tell…….
( sometimes we need to do something for something)
we were heading towards the unknown, and we got no choice but to sit quietly in our hard seats and let ourselves be taken there.
Its amazing how many different roads we can take, but they all lead home.
It appears like a glowing dream, or should I call it a frivolous nightmare? But all I fully know is that we all ended at the same spot.
A wailing sounds of jubilation that proliferate the whole street. Whistles above whistles of the birds , singing love songs that caress the heart.
Hmm! The day has come, exactly what the world said, decorating the whole place with beautiful smiles. Priceless! I have never seen smiles so cooperative and adhere all my life.
” Happiness is a perfume, you must pour it on yourself for others to appreciate it”.
“Egbe omi iresi kana ooo ( put rice on fire)” the sharp smartly voice of the groom’s mother got the attention of the women. She was on a buba dress chanting with an expression of joy.
” egbe apo elubo jade oooo ( bring out the bag of elubo)”
” haaa omi ti o’ ooo( the water is boiled)”
” Isu iyan nko?( where are the yams for pounding?)”
” haaa awon omo yi, won ti da ewedu nu’ ooo( see this children, they’ve poured away the vegetable soup)”
” jowo ban ra akara nita kin fi mu ogi (please buy me akara to favour my pap)” Hmm, voices of the women, ranging from one point to another.
” hahahaha funny wasn’t it?” That was how I laughed vehemently when I stood beside the gate watching a nollywood scene. It never disturbed me, all I only wanted was to feed my hungry tommy which I eventually did.
Hmm! March 31st, 1999 was a blissful day to Adams family, a day of love and obscurity. Noble men and promising young men were present at the groom’s apartment preparing for the five hours journey to Lorelo town in kobiko state. Murmurs from different angles amidst the men, only God heard their interactions but as for me, I took the next direction.
Babajide, that’s the groom’s name was all smiles, lifting his Agbara repeatedly .
” oko iyawo, haba, this your abgada go tear ooo” Umar his best friend utter as we all boasted to laughter.
” wetin, na my day be dis, if the agbada tear, I go wear another one” Babajide responded amusingly.
” haa! Pele baba Olowo” shola the groom’s closest cousin teased.
” The only limit of our realization of tomorrow will be our doubt of today”
Hmm! Some men were present while some were scared to travel to the violated city of kobiko. Out of those who were present, some came with love while some with aching heart.
” courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than ones fear”. Adams family is a faithful one and I belong there.
A lot of things has happened in our lives, some we overcome, some we let go, but there is one certainty to all we bloods and that’s FORGETFULNESS .
Huch! Mad of me, I didn’t introduce myself… Anyways… I’m olawale by name, a kid- brother to the groom. I love my brother so much because he’s an epitome of civility just like me, I got the same attribute too. How I wished my father was alive to witness that day, a great man of his days. Hmm! Our uncles turned their backs at us and were not even present at the wedding. Ooooh God is Almighty that he sent us a gift of a step father who supported us with good heart. My mother like a man, I searched through the dictionary but couldn’t find a word to qualify her, she is just too much.
Hmm! My late father ones says, ‘ A set of white teeth does not indicate a pure heart”.
” E gbodo bu ninu awon eran yen ooo ( no one should take from those meat)” my mother exclaimed.
My aunties are an embodiment of hypocrisy. It pains me so much that they are the evils of backstabbers, jealous of our progress.
” A ripe fruit will not hang forever on a tree branch”. We all set to leave for kobiko state at exactly 7:30am, a five hours journey to Lorelo town. We took positions and drove off.