Chronicles of a Soldier
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Wonders never end!
Mrs. Abu-Bakr has been married twice, it’s not her fault really her first husband was complete ass, slept with all the girls about town and did not even bother to be sleek about it. He would bring the girls to the guest house adjacent to his main house in the same compound. It was detached from the main house but Mrs. Abu-Bakr could see them strolling in and out. What could she do? She was just a poor village girl with no formal education that fell in the arms of Alhaji that had enough money to buy her village and everyone in it. She bore him two kids Aishat amd Raffi. Raffi was just like her dad, she would fuck anything in site, she had dis-virgined their Calabar house boy and gave the gateman crabs! Aisha was nothing like her sister; she was book smart and had gotten a scholarship to study law at Yale. Raffi did not care much about school, she was hot so she figured she would eventually land an old douche bag with a wad of money and would live happily ever after.
Mr. Abubaker died in his guest room; apparently he had overdosed on Viagra and suffered a blood clot in his brain! Mrs Abubakar was not fazed; he deserved to go out like a punk! He was quickly buried and Mrs Abubaker moved her first love in. Sayeed had been patient, he had watched for 22 years as Mrs Abubaker lived out her dreams, she would send him money and he had aquired a small land in Onicha were he raised chicken, he was doing well, he never married with the hope of one day being with the love of his life. The girls were just 19 and 21. Aishat had a striking resemblance to her mother; she also had her mother’s mannerism. Sayeed could the young woman he was in love with so long ago in Aishat, Rafii could not stand what was going on, she would not be deprived of attention in this house! Over some village farmer? She had to have him too!
Wait wait wait! Let me stop! Hold the hell up! I am cracking myself up at this badly written drama! Look Remi, Shade thelma, moji and Femi, Anonymous 1, 2 and 3 and all you other folks that have been waiting for me to blog….has it occurred to you that I don’t have shit to say today? Buhahaha!!! Come on! Now Mrs Abubakar and Raffi and Aisha are going panashukwu Sule or is it Saheed! All three will have his child and live happily ever after! Da hell! And shouldnt they be from Kano or so? Since they are Hausa? Isnt Onicha like.... Ibo land? ROTFLMAO! Ok, I am really busy; I will work on this story later! There ….I have blogged! Leef me jo!
The Odds are against me but pile up enough Odds and you are Even. The inevitability of my ability to consistently overcome overwhelms me. As do the magnificence of God's grace towards me and mine. I marvel at my proximity to my destiny. I am astounded that Can't, Won't and Later disrupt my journey to greatness. A conscious decision is mine to make and christen them Can, Will and Now! My reflection gazes back at me with another challenge at hand, procrastination hinders my reaching my destination. Don't tell me where I should go till you walk in my shoes. Yesterdays mistakes are for tomorrows amends, yet I ponder on them like the hand of time changes? Mediocrity has become a comfort zone and I have turned obstacles into road-blocks rather than stepping-stones, I find myself compromising my integrity as I try to maintain the status quo. How easy it is to condemn me and defame my character, when you really should commend me, and applaud my efforts. Intimidated by my confidence, you misconstrue it as arrogance, I know who I am.... A strong, black-diamond in the rough, a female soldier, a Queen amongst her peers.. now who the hell are you?