What drained me the most were the numerous things I had to do as “senior single ladies” (27yrs -37yrs according to some mothers in Nigeria) in church. The prophetic bridal dances or prophetic objects we had to carry/touch and relate to real world.
We have seen the elders fail. Freedom didn’t come cheap, yet in six years of independence we were already taken by military rule and a year later by an unforgettable war that the Igbos are still seething from. The system is warped, wieldy and unsustainable. Our democracy has been a charade, producing a government of liars by liars for liars.
We do not love for long periods. Our uncertainty is not sure to us. We are finding reasons not to stay. One minute we are burning for you, the next we are burning, but for freedom, and when we leave we do not want you thinking you are insufficient, that you do not fill us. Because baby, you do and that’s the thing that scares us.
At the University of Ibadan, beggars are not an uncommon sight. I think this may be as a result of the closeness of the premises to town. Virtually anyone can walk in unchallenged and without stress. It is unlike University of Ilorin or Obafemi Awolowo University, where getting inside the school’s belly requires not only traversing a great distance but possible security checks.
“So, brother,” he cut in, “you see the world is coming to an end and the signs are everywhere. The bombings, the kidnap of the chibok girls, the wars, these things have already been predicted by our Saviour. It is one thing to give your life to Christ and it is another thing to live a Christ-like life. It is not going to be easy with all the distractions around, girls going about almost naked…”
A lot of people say that you should look at all your failed relationships as a sort of experience, a way for you to discover what you truly want in your life partner, and what you wouldn’t tolerate. But I feel like I’ve gained enough experience already! I’m tired of experience. Can I just have the love of my life now?