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#FreedomFriday on a Saturday – www.parol.com

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Emekus, how market today?

Thank God, we dey do am! Emeka replies and continues whistling under his breath ♫Everything I do, na God win, say nah God win, yes nah God win o♫

This one wey you dey sing God win, alert don land?

“Osas, it is good to be thankful always, whether you make sales or not. You see, despite the harsh unsettled economy, we are pushing it daily and have life to celebrate.” Emeka, had a knack for reverting to using proper English whenever he wanted to be philosophical; for him it drives home the point easily.

“Look at that blind beggar by the market gate, he has to beg to survive. He doesn’t see the beauty of the clouds, neither the rage of the approaching storm. Yes, he can feel the sun, the rain, decide from the sounds of steps if to sit still or feel his way out of danger. Yet, he is always full of praise. Abeg, I think I have more reasons to be thankful” Emeka concluded.

“It is true Emekus, that blind man has been at that gate for as long as I can remember. As a matter of fact, right from when I was doing my apprenticeship with Papa Kevwe about 8 years ago.” Osas heaves a sigh and continues, “I wonder how he got blind.” Pensively, “what is his story?”

“Customer, you don come? Nah wetin you wan buy? I get better LG television wey you no need 3D glasses sef to watch am.”

“Emekus! Emekus!! The correct Ibo man with authentic electronics. I hail o. I no come buy anything today, nah the balance of the remaining money for that Iron wey I buy, nah im I bring.”

“Da alu, thank you. You are one of the few customers that keep to their words when it comes to payment. That’s why I can easily give you my electronics without second thoughts.” Emeka replies with gratitude, at the same time he touches his pointer with saliva, flips the notes one after the other as he counts to confirm the figure. “It’s N7,000.”

♫I don get alert, God win!♫ Osas sang out laughing.
“Bye bye customer, see you next week” Emeka shouts after the retreating back of his customer.

A distance away, the bell chimes signifying midday. By this, everyone by default knew what to do. The Catholics said their prayers, the Pentecostals quickly gathered by a designated area to sing choruses and preach of hell, heaven, adultery and fornication to all and sundry; whether you were in their group or not, their megaphone got to your doorsteps. In-between the prayers, people still sold their wares. Sadly, after all these ceremonies, some returned to buying and selling and telling of market lies about the true worth or use of a product. It seems the prayers did little or nothing to their lifestyles.

“Dem don start with this dem prayers. Man pikin no go hear word again!”
“Wetin the prayers dey do you, e dey pinch you for body? Abi you be winch?”
“If only they can cure common headaches with it, it would make a whole lot of difference”
“English master aka K-Leg, who ask you question?”
“Me as I dey so, nah dis withered hand I dey take hold body. When pepper drop, man use am gauge and pray for the next one. So therefore, make person hold him healing for that side, I no want. End of discussion.”

Patrick and John strolled towards the market discussing excitedly what they had read in the Bible about the power that believing in God gave them. “Babi ala, give me money. Babi ala, give me money” the one they called K-Leg called out after Patrick and John. As if it was planned, both of them stopped in their tracks and walked up to him. Hearing footsteps approaching, K-Leg began to sing ♫I have a God; He will never ever fail me. I have a Father; He will never ever fail me. Jesus is my Father, He will never ever fail me, Rock of Ages never ever fail♫ stretching out his bowl to receive money, his stomach rumbled to remind him he hadn’t eaten all day and was really very hungry. Still singing his usual lines, he heard them say something and while he was considering it, he felt a twitch in his torso as if his muscles were gaining strength. He couldn’t remember the last time he made use of those legs, he was born this way. This had been his identity, his cross.

As he reminiscence, he felt Patrick pull him up and he swayed to the opposite side but didn’t fall because for once in his life, his legs could support him. What joy! At last, he would leave the market gate and go register in a dance school. He had always loved music and dancing and since he couldn’t do both, he stuck to one – singing.

Rewind and he was back to reality. “Thank you! Thank you!!! God bless you. May God reward you abundantly…” was all he kept saying.

“You see wetin I just see so?”
“Wonders shall never cease!”
“Abeg abi nah, Patrick abi Pato be ya name, make you hol your healing for that side o! As you see me so, nah my daily bread be this o. No just let that your hand near me you hear.”
“You still dey here dey talk?! I no wan hear say nah accidental discharge the anointing come touch me, I don waka as we dey so. K-Leg, bye bye o!”

Acts 3:1-10

Words in Pidgin English:
1“Customer, welcome. What do you want to buy? I have a great LG television that does not require 3D glasses to view.”
2 I didn’t come to buy anything today, I brought the balance of the money for the pressing Iron I bought.”
3 “They have started with their prayers. Someone will not have peace anymore!”
4 “Why are you against prayers, how does it affect you negatively? Or are you a witch?”
5 “As I am, by this withered hand I make a living. When I receive money, I use it for food and pray for the next one. Therefore, anyone who wants to perform miracles, should not come towards me, I’m not interested. End of discussion.”
6 “Did you see what just happened?”
7 “Excuse me Mr-what-am-ma-call you, Patrick or Pato, please restrict your healing to that area! As you can see, this is my daily bread. Don’t let your hand touch me.”
8 “Are you still discussing this matter?! I don’t want to hear that I got healed by accident, I have relocated till he leaves. K-Leg, bye bye o!”

© 2015. Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved

#LyricalMonday – My Broken Pieces

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Have you ever had something dear to you fall out of your hand and break into a thousand pieces which made it practically impossible to glue back?
I have!
It was my heart…
I know a lot of ladies and men can identify with this, but there’s a solution to it. And that’s what “My Broken Pieces” is all about …the best part ❤

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© 2015. Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved

Talking…

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I found out that when I’m overwhelmed with many-a-issue, I can’t open my mouth! YUP! When I’m upset, I can’t open my mouth either. I walk away, sing (so you are asking how she can sing when she’s not opening her mouth, I hum a sad song and to me, that’s singing) or write. Walking away, singing and writing helps me ease the tension a bit and eventually it goes away. That’s if all my concerned citizens ❤ would let me be 🙂 . But you see, I’m surrounded by people who truly care about me and not having a smiling face at first sight, you can imagine the galaxies their minds go to when they see me upset. Sorry guys, I never meant to hurt you 🙂

Well, today, I’ll be talking about talking.

I’m not doing a very good job yet, but its’ gotten a lot better. Did I get there on my own? No way! I have a good support system who seem to understand a bit of me. Each person understands a part of me and I think I have been able to compartmentalized each support into different groups, so when I need a listener, a shoulder, a critic, a mum, a dad, an adviser, a pointer I know who to call or ping and they do just that for me. Sometimes, I just don’t want to hear what any of them has to say because I already have an inkling what to expect. Even then, God knows how to send someone not in my team to say or BE what I need at that moment.

I’m thankful today that King is able to get me to talk even when I’m upset and yes sometimes I feel ‘silly’, as I want to enjoy my solitude and boil. But allowing him into my hot-tub space and letting his words and gentle approach thaw my ice and cool my heat is worth thanking God for.

You should try talking about it you know. There’s someone who has the right word for you or whose listening ear will give you the needed support. And if you can’t find that person, tell me and we will talk/pray it through. I hope you don’t mind, as I pray that works for you.

In-between, maybe one of the reasons I like writing a lot is because I’m actually talking via words on paper, in other words, EXPRESSING MYSELF!

© 2015. Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved

Freedom Friday – Nature 2

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Some weeks back we had gone to play with nature but I didn’t post all the pictures. Today, I’m posting some more and besides it’s Freedom Friday so I get to do anything I like whilst secretly hoping you would enjoy it too.

img_0832By the way, Seasoned Sistah 2 is taking a journey down her overcoming all the stress from battling with Rheumatoid Arthritis, the side effects of the drugs, and a journey to come out victorious.It’s a journey and we will walk with her through this LiveJournal. I won’t say much, you’d need to read it up for yourself about this amazing woman that defies pain and fear and is still standing.

Reading through her Freedom Friday, she listed spending a little time with nature, so we will give her a bit of nature today! Hope you like it Seasoned Sistah 2.

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© 2015. Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved

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My cousin, Ini used to live in Nigeria at some point (she was older than me). Two things I remember about her were that she was prime and proper. While we sat at the table eating and getting excited, she faced her food, ate daintily and didn’t speak till she was done. And when she did, it was because she was spoken to.

We called her mum ‘Aunty Ibadan’ (because they lived in Ibadan at the time) and Ini could speak Yoruba fluently.  Ini left Nigeria and vowed never to return because she had taken some entrance exams, passed very well but rather than give her admission into University, the person in charge wanted to have his way with her before assisting. she never got over that shock.  I’m not sure she came visiting anymore. As I didn’t see her again but I knew she didn’t get married either…got consumed with work and God.

When she passed on, my mum was really sad and she blamed our educational system (that evil man) for sending Ini (and indeed other bright minds) away with their lecherous behavior. Since September 11th I have written series of poems about it. Though I didn’t maintain that habit every year, I never forgot.

SEPTEMBER 11th

Dawn broke out with promise
…A promise that the sun will shine through
Or perhaps it will rain after the dew
…Promise of dates not to miss
And links we need to keep
Dawn awoke and time kept its’ tick.

September 11th
The day nations stood still
…And hearts ceased to beat
Buildings came tumbling and crashed upon the dreams
Hopes were dashed as glasses flew
Potentials buried as the heat grew.

May be some knew
And never said
But as blood flowed
United we prayed
Hoping against the unseen
That someone we love survived the scene.

Wishing they had gone minutes later
Thereby missing the burning towers
Wishing we had loved them better
And hugged a little longer
Wishing we knew
…And halted the true.

It was someone’s birthday
Or perhaps 2 became 1 that day
Someone else remember with hurt
A loved one that never returned
However you choose to view
It’ll always be true
That September 11th
Will never be forgotten.


In memory of my cousin
and others that didn’t say good-bye

© 2001 Frances Kelvin Otung

A YEAR AFTER

It’s true
Families were torn apart
With deep pains in every heart.
It’s true
Every tongue and tribe
Had a reason to cry
It’s true
The wounds of yesterday
Had refused to die.

But…
There was a bond after the bomb
…A peace beyond all storms
A unity that brought divinity
Dispatching balms and healing hearts.
A unity that brought us longing
Reaching out to the rest more loving.

A year is gone now
…We made it through somehow.
Thought it will always hurt
Let each new day tear down the walls
So we can see beyond the fall
The flowers that have sprout.

Believing that this newness of life
Will wither all strife
And keep us on our feet
Giving the devil sweet defeat.
‘Cos painful it’s true
Yet God still rules and our aches to remove!

© 2002 Frances Kelvin Otung