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Dollars and Sharing thingz

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I don’t get it! When will you change your method of operation? Has it not occurred to you that we are in the 21st Century and if your Voodoo priest is still giving you the same story lines, then maybe you need a new priest or one that is on the internet, at least educated with the times we are in.

These were the same lines he gave to Mr. P and it didn’t work. Maybe it did, if not you wouldn’t have joined the bandwagon. But if you ask me, I think it’s lame, you are lame too for believing it and more lame is the greedy fellow that keeps falling for your very poorly scripted story played by 3 actors only.

Okay! I’m done with the steam now. So what happened?

Many years ago in Port-Harcourt (3 instances) and 1 in Lagos, 3 different cabs picked me up and the following discussion ensued immediately I was picked.

1st Instance:
I got into a cab with my ear-piece on, listening to my discman. I was headed to Artillery Junction from Rumukwurushi, the other occupants were busy having discussion in the car and we got before Shell Camp, the driver parked and his partner-in-crime got down with him and they returned complaining about a carton of Dollars behind, where did he get the money from and they wanted to share it. I ignored them and continued listening to the discman and when they noticed I didn’t buy into their game, the driver tapped me at about Rumuibekwe and said he wasn’t going my way anymore, that I should get down. LOL. Ole!

2nd Instance:
Same scenario, but this time I was going to work, so I began praying in tongues and I prayed out loud. And they quickly told me to get down, I refused, that they must drop me at our negotiated destination (of course I was looking for their trouble, so they could enter the traffic jam and burn a bit of petrol) but they had obviously calculated that they won’t get anything from me, so it was better I got down fast and they chased another victim.

3rd Instance:
Oga, I wan drop for “Our Men of Power Ministries”

I was seated behind with a female Youth Corper (new-to-town apparently). Immediately I looked up and saw a sign board that had the name above (can’t remember the exact name, but it was some church signboard by the road side) and for some reason I felt he just read it off the board, because it didn’t roll off his tongue.

Driver parks and says “pay me my money”, and this creep continues, “I wan go call my brother to come help me carry the load for back”. Driver gets down to help him and returns looking ‘upset’, “You sey you no get money, who get all the money for boot?”.

Immediately I heard that, I tapped on the Corper and said “Sweetheart, let’s get down here. Driver, we want to drop.” I didn’t know her name, so ‘Sweetheart’ was good enough. The driver insisted that he was headed our way, I insisted we were not going again and got down. The passenger aka Mr Creep, didn’t drop again, but zoomed off with the driver.

All these happened many years ago, but last week in Lagos, they picked a friend’s maid and she made them look more stupid than they already are.

She told them she wasn’t interested in their Dollars, as she doesn’t have where to hide it.

They asked about her employees, their kind of jobs, if she had an account with up to N50,000 in it. You want to give her $500, why are you asking her for N50,000? They said they needed a place to pray for the money before sharing, she advised them that her Aunty worked for a church, maybe they can go there and have them pray for the money. But she needs to drop off because her wards will soon be home from school. Eventually, as the owner of the money made to drop and check something behind, she quickly got out and slammed their door and they hurried away.

They probably would have hurt her, but God save the day. My point is, why do they keep using the same storylines? Get a new script-writer to work on your lines, maybe it will work on the greedy ones but for me and the rest of us not interested in your cheap dollar, go get a real job!

©2016. Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved

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#FreedomFriday – From my heart ♥

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Hurrying up to go to work, I move from room to room and back again trying to ensure everything is in place. King Earl walks up to me:

KE: Mum!!! Please can I use your green pen?
Me: No, sweetie. I need to go to work with it.
KE: (protesting) but I need to use it, I want to write something from my heart!
Me: (shocked, but I did the adult face) you can use a pencil or a black pen to write it.
KE: Yes…but I need the green pen because I want to write something from my heart (he insisted)

I’m not given to joking with ‘heart matters’, so I hand over the green pen and continue with my concerns. Time to leave and I ask for my pen.

KE: I’m not through, Mum
Me: I need my pen, baby.

KE hands over the pen with a very sad face 😦 and I put it in my pocket. Picking up the ‘thing from my heart’, I realised it was a really beautiful drawing he had started. “Wow! It’s beautiful baby. I love it!” His face lights up at my words. “Please, draw it well ok. Mummy loves the picture”.

We are not done with the heart matter, but here is what he has done so far. What do you think?

Earl's Heart Drawing

 

#FreedomFriday – Truth

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And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free! John 8:32 (KJV)

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©2016. Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved

#FreedomFriday – My Dollar Periwinkle

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Ok…

It’s Freedom Friday and I’m a tad upset about the way everyone is going on and on about the DOLLAR and I’m tempted to ask, what has that gotten to do with the price of Mfi in the market?

What is Mfi?
Mfi aka Periwinkle is that shelled sea food I use to cook my Ekpang Nkwukwo. If you don’t yet understand, find picture attached.

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Periwinkle aka Mfi

I went to the market the other day and the Mfi was small for the amount I requested and the girl said to me “dollar is expensive” and I retorted “did you import the Mfi or you caught it in the stream beside us” and she replies “it is affecting everything.” See me o!

I am not an Economist, I am a woman and a thinking one at that, so if everything is tied to dollar, tell me the last time the market girl used a dollar to purchase anything in Nigeria and that’s if she’s had a dollar before (not being nasty, just asking questions that need answers). You see in Nigeria, we pride ourselves in being updated with information whether it is right, wrong or imcomplete.

In the cab today, someone said he heard over the radio that “dollar has come down (I wonder where it went up to in the first place), therefore he will pay less the amount he agreed with the cab guy before entering the cab.” The cabman didn’t accept it of course. I know it’s a chain-reaction, but I’m only voicing my annoyance and the attempt by dollar to deprive my Ekpang Nkwukwo and Plantain porridge of her MFI!

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Plantain Porridge

©2016. Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved

#FreedomFriday – One Man’s Meat…

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Siddon unu…jo ko si bė…tieh tieh nanga, please sit down. He never understood why anytime he was stressed about something he always went into different languages. Maybe that was his own way of escape from the maze. Oh yes! This one was a messy maze. How does one end up in such a twirling confusion, what’s the way out?
Right now I can’t even find my way. Who sent me?!
What did you just say, Mark? What quagmire are you in?
Mark looked up and through William as if he was transparent and Will’s voice was coming from outer space, not beside him. “My brother, hmmmm ‘Our people say a toad does not run in the daylight for nothing, either it is after something or something is after it”’.
“You have started with your proverbs o! *Abeg, get straight to the point, I have a meeting for 5pm at our Joint.”
“So you as you see a whole man like me dey worry, you no dey bothered, when you know sey nothing dey move me men, nothing dey move me! Ode shi!” Mark exclaims beating his chest in triumph and acknowledgement of strength associated with people like him.
“Okay nah, so wetin shelle. Abi we go find interpreter for you?”
“Pastor came to see me yesterday” he continued matter-of-factly “the vision he gave me is troubling. You sabi that babe wey I corner that time, wey bin don take in for me, come born?”
“Dorathy?”

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“Yes nah. Pastor told me that the child she gave birth to go waka”
“Praise God! Was he planning for the baby to be crippled before?” Will asked a bit confused as to how this vision meant anything to the economy of the country or that fuel price was about to be increased again. ‘I don’t even understand why we are having this conversation in the first place’, he thought to himself looking at his Rolex watch to confirm he still had time for this somewhat boring gist.
“How can you praise God for my pain?”
“Pain? What are you talking about, I thought…”
“The child is doomed to die soon”, heaving a sigh of regret. “Why would God send me this type of message, I thought we had a relationship, something worthwhile. If He wanted to spoil my reggae with His blues, He should at least have told me directly, why send the Pastor and expose me like that. Where’s the Love in His action? Tell me!” he sobbed.
“Oh, that?! But I warned you to leave that girl alone after all you are married but you wouldn’t listen. Well, He’s a God of mercy, let’s see what happens.”

And the child died!

Read 2nd Samuel 12: 5-7, 12-20

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Words in Pidgin English:
1.Please
2.Seeing a grown man like me worried doesn’t bother you? When you know I don’t get easily fazed. It won’t get to me!
3. “Okay, so what happened? Should we get an interpreter for you?”
4. You know that babe I befriended back then that got pregnant for me and delivered?
5. “Yes. Pastor told me that the child she gave birth to will die”

©2016. Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved

#FreedomFriday – Once in a Blue Moon

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To do something “once in a blue moon” is to do it very rarely: “The phrase refers to the appearance of a second full moon within a calendar month, which actually happens about every thirty-two months.

Why did this thought come to mind when I thought of Valentine?
For one, on Valentine’s Day the whole town/world is painted RED! So why did Blue appear in my focus?

Every day, people say ‘I love you’ in different ways and through different media. Some are subtle, while others are in-your-face-love; bottom-line, people are in love or so they claim. Hence, I don’t get it when a day is set aside to celebrate love and disorient our sense of colour choice with one predominant colour. By the way, I love RED! wink

Love, I keep saying is an everyday affair. It’s like blood pumped to the heart, you don’t want to experience what will happen if that blood stops flowing at the correct pace, or if air ceases to flow from one valve into the next (or all those places air flow through). So whose bright idea was it to limit love to one day? Who thought it right to limit love in the first place? Who determines how the day should go and by mid-night, we are back to the cat-fight-mode-activated fully.

Well, this is me wondering again and still thinking out aloud. If you have something to say, pray, let’s hear. Till then, either you enjoy your “once in a Blue Moon” love day or do it the God-way.

With every breath I take, I love you daily and eternally, babes. ❤

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©2016. Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved.

#FreedomFriday: A Kaleidoscope of Colours!

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Freedom Friday offers me the opportunity to explore and just be me – uncut and raw…in a nice way that is. I’m thinking quietly – maybe loudly and I’m truly tempted to fill your world with the beauty of culture. In Nigeria, we are surrounded by good food and style. As a believer in beauty and good food, I derive pleasure in basking in the pure joys these bring.

So today, I’ll let you in on personal stuff and people I truly love as they display beauty in all their colours. I hope they are pleasing to your eyes, joyful to your heart and widening the smile across your face. Do tell me about it!

©2016. Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved