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Thursday, March 17, 2022

March 17, 2022

We need more kindness

Jodekss

 

Most times that I give or help, it is not because I have sufficiency or because I don't need help too, I give and I help because I know how it feels, to have once before but later have nothing left and I know how it feels to be alone and helpless over and over again.

 

But don't sweat it, don't leverage someone's kindness/goodness, if you do so you'll regret it immediately or later. Others too will suffer what they don't know. Imagine someone stopped being good on you, imagine what happens next in chain reaction - s/he is not helping her/himself, others s/he is meant to help remain helpless and those who are helpless who they would have helped remain helpless too... and on and on. 


Read my thinking on DESTINY... 


Helping, in my own perspective, is meant to look like everyone's accountability in everyone's power. Meanwhile, this would never be the case if one is finding it hard to love one's neighbour even as one has loved oneself. This means, trying and loving oneself truly is the foundation to loving another entity. And that tantamount to wanting to do whatever it takes, in one's power, to help another entity. 


Finally, when that/help is done to you, try and look around and help someone truly in need. At least, do this and expect nothing as repayment even in the same measure. The universe shall somehow repay kindness to the kind, and evil to the otherwise.


© Jodekss 

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

June 12, 2019

The Change (Nigeria's Democracy Day)


Our state be... factual --
being beyond phantasy
shore -
The ray's race,
in paces be so scorchy
The Breath we breathe,
be tagged choky -
too cheap to buy

Life's ne'er been, being
this gowned gore
Death being coldly nigh,
caressing us n'
calling, too touchy
To rebuff 'cause,
''we are hungry,'' too tired
to guy
The more arduous
we moil and toil
The graver their
policy posits man
dis-ease,
Crude's so... cost, pepper
n' tomato are... lost.

This mantra things in act,
actually boil
To self, in pragmatic, aeon
change be stealth to ease
Comes hard slowly - crying
for sacrifices in killing cost

There be dearth nay,
black clouds loosed on hold
On our comatose land,
feeling feebling to bold

In tarry, cirrus'd come up in
on the longed morn
And our land fertile again,
shall be proud n' give us
rich cocoa n' corn.

©2014 Jodekss Gloatkenf

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

April 09, 2019

Skit


🅜🅐🅡🅨: Good! Welcome dear friend! I was just thinking about you. How much was it this time around?

Ⓐⓢⓐⓚⓔ: Uh! Nothing this time around.

🅜🅐🅡🅨: Nothing? And you let go without a knock. I actually learnt of no noise coming from that angle this morning. My friend, you are being too light.

Ⓐⓢⓐⓚⓔ: Ehn ehn! How do you mean? Knock him and use nail to nail his back to the wall so that he can't go to work yes? Let....

🅜🅐🅡🅨: Ah ah! What sort of question was that? Wouldn't deceive you.

Ⓐⓢⓐⓚⓔ: Shuuuu! Is that so? How much did he give you this morning?

🅜🅐🅡🅨: Ah ah! Just as always. More than enough to...

Ⓐⓢⓐⓚⓔ: Is that so?

🅜🅐🅡🅨: Come on why emphasising this... Let's talk about something else please....

Ⓐⓢⓐⓚⓔ: Ehn ehn, not so fast. Let me educate you. The money given you was the reason my husband could not give me anything today. Your husband visited again early in the morning to borrow, a...gain. Now you see why I should not k͟i͟l͟l͟ him right?

🅜🅐🅡🅨: Ah! Ehn ehn...

Ⓐⓢⓐⓚⓔ: Ehn....

Which one is Àṣàkẹ́?

©Jodekss

Sunday, December 9, 2018

December 09, 2018

Maiden's Cry by Odunayo Adenike

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On one of those days, the sun was bigly up the horizon of the day to the south; it was around a rather calmly sunny Sunday in the month of May when our corn would come in its way with those disgustingly ogrish flies with whose boozing chats would wake a stony dead and bites are as itchy as hell... Before I would note it as I was reminiscing about my usual fantasy of a fact I would want to be recollected of me in future to come as to my ambition professionally, the day had paced quickly somehow into its twilight. 
“Go, get me some water!” Exclaimed, my mum from the back of the hut fetched me back with the touch of lightning into reality!
I understood I had to understand to stand immediately, so I stood immediately lest she would cut through our thatched hut with her dried cane in her left hand to remind me what she echoed in the first place. It is my routine twice weekly though, to go down the stream to get some water for the use of the house whenever or provided my younger brother had left with dad to the farm.
When I got to her, I communicated with her in our local tongue saying “o om it ogb...” Meaning, I understand what she had asked me to do. And she nodded joyfully I am responsible with some costly smile rolling out of her flatly charming lips...
 I picked up my clay pot to my left side and headed for the stream. The stream was a ten kilometre journey from my house; oh! How I wished the journey could last for eternity. As the point is, I think vast on purpose whenever I am taking a timeout working like such.
.... 
Children, they say are blessings from Allah, thus, they must obey every wish of their parents in order for these blessings to rain upon their family. I was born into this so called PHILOSOPHY of life. Every now and then, my parents ensure I memorise this belief thereby making it my favourite quote. I recite it every morning just as I do the Arabic. I went to primary school just like every girl in my age grade and excel greatly in my studies. Being a brilliant chap got me favoured by both my headmaster and my teachers. My parents always rejoice whenever I bring my report sheet home and it’s always a celebration galore in my home since I always come first in every class I’m in. However, I am inconclusive and indecisive about few things I was beginning to see around us then as I began to grow in time.
I noticed every time I bring my report sheet, men and women in our very pastoric milieu always come in numbers to felicitate with my father especially. I never read any meaning to this, just celebration, I thought. So it happened one day when I met Balikis, one of my childhood friends at the stream weeping profusely. I moved to pacify her and inquire what the problem was. 
“My... my... my...,” persistently breaking in tone pathetically... “...parents want me to be married off to one Alhaji...!” It sounded funny so I laughed –“ah ah ah...” – boisterously because I thought marriage is just for the adults since Balikis is just a teenager who just reached her puberty stage. 
Balikis further explained that her parents said that she needs to be married so as to fulfil the norm and order of the community and to serve as a blessing to them. This opens my eyes and made me read meaning to the so called philosophy. Balikis then left me to whatever fate awaits her and also to reminisce on my future too.
I am just another twelve-year old beautiful Fulani girl with noticeable features such as a fair skin, pencilled nose, oval face and since I just reached puberty age, my breast had just started popping out. I aspired to be a doctor and I clearly remembered while growing up whenever I say this, my parents are ‘always laughing’ which made me believe they are ‘happy’ and would support my dream. I negated all thoughts welling within me and declared my parents won’t act like Balikis’s parents. Even with that, I felt insecure since my father had only given birth to just three kids, I myself and my two brothers. My dad is a farmer while my mum sells product from my dad’s farm. We might not be rich at least we can afford three square meals per day which was a great privilege unlike Balikis’s family whose dad was a polygamist. He married three wives and had eight children in all. Balikis’s mother was the second wife and she had two children. This made me think I had better chances of not being married off since my own family was a monogamy family and there’s no struggle for anything.
Days passed, I finished my Primary School and got a scholarship to study in a private Secondary School at a better locality compared, just few more kilometres away from my former primary school. I was so happy when I received news of my Scholarship from my Headmaster and danced all the way home. When I got home, I met my father in company of his long-time friend Alhaji Sambo, discussing. I greeted them and relayed the good news to them. He was very happy and his friend gave me some cash. My Father then asked me to get inside and dress up because he had something to tell me. I went inside still happy ignorant of the news yet to be told. After changing into a nice dress, I approached my dad. 
“My beautiful queen, do you know who that person is?” Asked smilingly, my dad.
I was amused to respond since I had known Alhaji Sambo being my Dad’s friend since I was a kid –“Yes yes of cause, he is your good friend.” Alhaji laughed boisterously and kept quiet almost at the same time and began to smile in his own rather awful gaze. “He always brings gift for us.” I continued. 
“No, not anymore my dear daughter, he is your husband and he has been paying your dowry since you were little... understood?!” 
My world stood still and I gave in to tears. My mother then explained further comely that I had been betrothed since I was a baby and Alhaji had been taking care of me which explains his frequent gifts and visits. She said according to the tradition, a girl gets married at the first instance of puberty. She said it was a thing of honour and had been going on for years. I was embittered by her words since I’ve always shared my dream of becoming a doctor to her and I know the self-acclaimed husband already had four wives. My father then said just as I have learnt that I am a blessing and it is time for me to seal the blessing. I stood there dumbfounded which explains my current predicament.
Nobody told me on our first night as a married couple, I would be raped and beaten by my husband in a bid for me to obey and fear him. Nobody told me that I would be scorned by my husband’s other wives. Nobody told me I would suffer stillbirths when I get pregnant due to the inability of my body to be fully grown before experiencing this fate. Nobody told me I would suffer VVF (Vagina Vertigo Fistula) which would enable me to smell and be treated as a leper. Nobody told me I would be abandoned till I die.
I got to the stream drenched with tears hoping everything happening to me was just a dream. 
“Aishat...!” Called out, a voice.
“Oh, that is my name!” 
I snapped back to reality. I turned towards the direction where I heard my name and saw my younger brother running towards me excitedly ignorant of what’s happening since he’s a guy and the pressure is not on them. Oh! I was already beginning to pray and wish he was coming to tell me that the marriage had been cancelled. Each step he took towards me made my heart skipped in bit. 

“Your husband’s family is around to settle your dowry completely o.” Said he, joyfully.

What a stupid boy he was, I hated him for that but was it his fault? My fate was sealed, whatever! But why?!

Written by Odunayo Adenike
© 2017
Edited by Jodekss Writing and Editing Services
Contact: jodekssgloatkenf@gmail.com or +2348135633977.

Sunday, November 11, 2018

November 11, 2018

Avoid Polygamy: the Problematics of the System by Jodekss

Way back when life was really crude and simple, there were many practices which used to be normal as norms which are fair enough to consider. But today, should we not both agree that things have changed for worse? Should we not both have the commonality that as per relationship as a concerned instance here, many things seem to have changed for worse.

Polygamy in centuries ago with our ancestors used to make the family to be richer, better in social status, in popularity, in respect, etcetera as as the many the children the more the harvest at farms would be at the end. The less, the shame on the father as not being a man enough. But yet then, there were still meaner battles and wars in the system more serious than home(s) of single wife and single husband as parents. There would be reduced rate of COMPETITION and PARANOIA, the ones necessary and the ones too stupid indeed. Today, the case has only worsen indeed check. Life was never totally simple for polygamous home then, for any of them. I mean let us ask the JOSEPH to lecture us for some minutes we would understand and acquiesce. Today, the case is quite worse and depressing check.

Look, life was never simple actually in any type of family anywhere. If anyone told the other that life was simple in general that is NOT TRUE as well though it may appear a fact. I mean, people may guise the picture that life is simple in the public place in order for people to admire, but in the closets, life is quite the otherwise the same -- this we all do as members of polygamous home and I do not have a problem with that now; do I?

I do not have any joy in life being like this but who am I to decide the course of life I did not create? I always dream of life filled with peace and happiness for all and sundry but it would always be another dream dreamt under the sun which will never be realised ever for all or any family types here. It is just the art of nature with the universe -- to always struggle to make meet balance between easiness and hardship in life from our birth till we pop the cog you know? There we experience battles and wars as we advance alongside time.

When we have come to talk about POLYGAMOUS HOMES, which I have tasted and can write faction stories about, I would want us to have agreements in an instant on what are true right from the inception of the same family type or time itself:

1. A polygamous home is one that knows BATTLES AND WARS ALWAYS check.

2. Not MUCH MONEY or APICAL STATUSES of all or select-few of the family members COULD REDUCE the BATTLES AND WARS but the MERCY OF GOD only, check.

3. No amount of LOVE or BELIEF could stop FRICTIONS FROM CAUSING FACTIONS between one and the other in such system check.

I would want us to agree on these based on the facts from history and from religious documentations of polygamous system, there were battles and wars, the necessary ones and the ones sad they engaged in at different points in their times.

But why is polygamy always filled with this dark energy which would always encourage the battles and the wars?At times as one battle is being fought, another war has already begun why? There seems to always be rifts by default among the members why? There are always healthy competitions turning into unhealthy ones why? There are usually paranoia here and there in the system why? There tend to be SUPERIORITY complex in the system why? There seems to always be misinterpretations of intentions based on sentiment and instinct why? There would always be expectations which would spur missteps and condemnations why? The questions go on and on. And the happenings which birthed the questions are what reduce the love, faith and hope the members ought to have for one another as THE RATE OF SELFISHNESS TEND TO COME INTO THE MATTER OF EVERY POLYGAMOUS HOME WITHOUT US KNOWING IT AT ALL.

TODAY, polygamy in practice has lost its values, to me. The best thing ever for a man is to marry just a woman. The polygamy which defines that at least two women is good is not making but marring . Today, it does more evil than the good it would ever do. One good today but a dozen evil tomorrow.

There are many polygamous homes where the father is living with neither of the wives, who are leaving differently indifferently. Home, where the husband lives with one and the other(s) outside. There are some who dwell together but yet in asunder. There are some with which, between them, the children do not know one another let alone contact one another. There are so many, with which everything has fallen apart totally as the centre could not hold any longer. This could be possible in a family of a husband and a wife but the tendency of it being radical, is way too low or rare while it is so high in polygamy.

What I do not understand yet is that normally, the many we are, the merrier we should be as we develop in life. But polygamy is only meaning the otherwise day after day. When one thing increases by one to become two, normally, that should make one rejoice but the reverse is the case in polygamy today. Then I reasoned deeper on it, then I saw the primary cause is not really the number, but INTEREST which had been there before.

Fellow, please, as a man, marry one wife in order to have a  better chance of having peace of mind as an husband and as a father. In no condition should one wife not be sufficient for you God helping provided there is no divorce and there is no demise. Life is not simple really for any family yes, we all have our problems but trust me, problems have classes. In other words as finition, the more the wives the mightier the problems and the more difficult solving them gets for the home. I dare you not to even have the idea please!

©Jodekss

Friday, July 15, 2016

July 15, 2016

A LIONESS'S HEART

Defiantly, she makes draws from her sheathe So galantly, she swings her sword at all directions, Oblivious to all threats and terrors. Thrusting at the very heart of the haggled monsters. She pierces deep, into the guards of her opponents, The multitudes around her, she feared not. An army against a soul, thought she not, She fought all day and night unmindedly, Her offspring she guards with the spread of her arm, No soul was spared who attempted at them, The tenacity as of a dozens of lions put together, The great army defeated, then her children she gathers before her, Not even her attire was scuffled, Her head held high, then she gazes in the heavens And makes a hero-like turn into her abode.
NOTE: This was inspired by a widow (my mum) who fought her opportunist and tyrannical in-laws tooth and nail against all forms of expediency after her husband's demise. A true reflection of the state of many African woman who have been trampled upon, destroyed, exploited and maimed emotionally after they lose their husbands. She was made to pay the caustic, corrosive and scalding price of losing her husband without her condition being taken cognisance of.
Dedicated to all women in the diaspora who have been bruised, a better future for our tomorrow wives and mothers i pray. I love you!