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Friday, March 30, 2012

Long time coming part 2

You know what makes me laugh? Well these days, everything does... I can't help but laugh cos its either that or go mad, and I'm too hawt 2b committed, if I do say so myself, lol.

I was cheated on, and while for some others its 'one of those things', for me its...I can't even find the words to be honest.

I know someone that broke up with her fiance cos he was cheating and even though the wedding date had been set, venue, etc paid for and all payment made, she still walked away. Many people couldn't understand her point of view.

I think I do though. Because if someone loves you they don't humiliate you right? Even if the cheating was a 'mistake' , what about all that happens after?

When even a year after they made the 'mistake', u realise that they are still assisting those babes they claimed they never wanna have nyth 2 do with nymore?

Or the fact that u can't hold ur head up anymore in front of people way younger than you are? People that used to regard you with respect back in the day, and even now are supposed to look up to you, but now regard you with ridicule, because of the actions of someone u let into your life, and how he's portrayed you.

Or that even one year after the cheating supposedly ended u realise that everyone even knew all about it and that the reputation u thought u were building all these years isn't worth squat cos everyone knew.

And even a year after they are still joking with the guy, crude jokes about the other babes bodies, and how hot they are, and this dude that claimed otherwise is actually laughing about it with them, making jokes on the stuff that caused you all these tears...

And you now understand why some people walked away even immediately they find stuff like this out, and y u were a big fool to still consider him even after you found out

Cos even after the 'confession', he was still lying, still omiting stuff, but you kept ignoring the signs, still foolishly believed the side of the story he decided to tell you, until you realised that there was a much bigger picture, and u are now just 4ft tall cos all d humiliation has crippled you, and you can't show your face again before all these people.

Or that when u wake up in the morning in depths of despair, he still condemns u 4 crying, despite all he did. Cos 2 him your pain is nothing , even though he caused it.

Ur pain is so insignificant to him that he is still ridiculing and humiliating you even a year after, laughing about all the stuff and the babes with people, he still...

So u ve 2 take ur tears 2 sm1 else, and start therapy, even though ur therapist tells you that you already know what you should do but u r just not doing it.

And what kills you most is that despite the fact that uv tried 2b decent ppl r laughing @ u behind ur back cos of d way someone u let in2 ur life dragged u in the mud.

But despite all this, what du do? U laugh, and b happy, and b d best damn person you can be, becasue uv left it all in Gods hands, and ur just amused when he lies, keeps lying even when you've got proof, and everyday he reminds u how the heart of man is really desperately wicked.

People will lie, keep stuff from you and still sleep soundly, still act like everything is normal, but what du do? U just laugh, even in the midst of the humiliation, and despite the fact that you don't even think you will ever love any man again, u just laugh, laugh at all the stupid lies and excuses,till you are even tired of asking questions anymore cos seeing people make a fool of themselves just gets tiring after a while
And u watch,watch, keep watching and keep being good to those that have been most evil to you....

God is the master director after all, so its so interesting to watch how this play unfolds...
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Saturday, March 3, 2012

TRIBUTE...

This is something my friend shared and according to him there's no point getting married if his wife can't say stuff like this about him..

......................................................................................................... Tribute To My Husband By Mrs. Bianca Ojukwu, Widow of Late Dim Chukwuemka Odumegwu-Ojukwu:

How do I sum up 23 years in one page? I don't know. How do I describe you? I cannot. Not in any depth. Not for anybody else - you were my husband, my brother, my friend, my child. I was your queen, and it was an honour to have served you. You were the lion of my history books, the leader of my nation when we faced extinction, the larger-than-life history come to my life - living, breathing legend. But unlike the history books, you defied all preconceptions.

You made me cry from laughter with your jokes, many irreverent. You awed me with your wisdom. You melted my heart with your kindness. Your impeccable manners made Prince Charming a living reality. Your fearlessness made you the man I dreamt of all my life and your total lack of seeking public approval before speaking your mind separated you from mere mortals. Every year that I spent with you was an adventure - no two days were the same. With you, I was finally able to soar on wings wider than the ocean. With you I was blessed with the best children God in heaven had to give. With you, I learnt to face the world without fear and learnt daily the things that matter most.

Your disdain for money was novel - sometimes funny, other times quite alarming. It mattered not a whit to you. Your total dedication to your people - Ndi-Igbo - was so absolute that really, very little else mattered. You never craved anybody's praise as long as you believed that you were doing right and even in the face of utmost danger, you never relented from speaking truth to power - to you, what after all, was power? It was not that conferred by the gun, nor that stolen from the ballot box.


No. You understood that power transcended all that. Power is the freedom to be true to yourself and to God, no matter the cost. It is freedom from fear. It is freedom from bondage. It is freedom to seek the wellbeing of your people just because you love them. It is the ability to move a whole nation without a penny as inducement nor a gun to force them. When an entire nation can rise up for one person for no other reason than that they love him and know he is their leader - sans gun, money, official title or any strange paraphernalia - that is power.

To try to contain you in words is futile. You span the breadth of human experience - full of laughter, joy, kindness and sometimes, almost childlike in your ability to find something good in almost everyone and every situation. You could flare up at any injustice and in the next instant, sing military songs to the children. You could analyse a situation with incredible swiftness and accuracy.

In any generation, there can only be one like you. You were that one star. You were a child of destiny, born for no other time than the one you found yourself in. Destined to lead your people at the time total extinction was staring us in the face. There was no one else. You gained nothing from it. You used all the resources you had just to wage a war of survival. You fought to keep us alive when we were being slaughtered like rams for no reason. Today, we find ourselves in the same situation but you are not here. You fought that we might live. The truth is finally coming out and even those who fought you now acknowledge that you had no choice.

For your faithfulness, God kept you and brought you home to your people. You loved Nigeria. You spent so much of your waking moments devising ways through which Nigeria could progress to Tai-Two!!! You were the eternal optimist, always hoping that one day, God will touch His people and give us one Vision and the diligence to work towards the dream. It never came to pass in your lifetime. Instead, the disaster you predicted if we continued on the same path has come home to roost.

You always saw so clearly. Your words are indelibly preserved for this generation to read and learn and perhaps heed and turn. You always said the dry bones will rise again. But you always hoped we would not become the dry bones by our actions. Above all, you feared for your own people, crying out against the relentless oppression that has not ceased since the end of the war and saddened by the acceptance of this position by your own people.

In death, you have awakened the spirit that we thought had died. Your people are finally waking up. At home, you were the father any child would dream of having. At no point did our children have to wonder where you were. You were ever at their disposal, playing with them, teaching them of a bygone era, teaching them of the world they live in and giving them the total security of knowing you were always present.

In mercy, God gave me a year to prepare for the inevitable. I could never have survived an instant departure. In mercy, God ensured that your final week on earth was spent only with me and that on your last day, you were back to your old self. I cannot but thank God for the joy of that final day - the jokes, the laughter, the songs. It was a lifetime packed into a few hours, filled with hope that many tomorrows would follow and that we would be home for Christmas. You deceived me. You were so emphatic that we would be going home. I did not know you meant a different home. The swiftness of your departure remains shocking to me. You left on the day I least expected.

But I cannot fight God. He owns your life and mine. I know that God called you home because every other time it seemed you were at death's door, you fought like the lion that God made you and always prevailed. In my eyes, even death was no match for you. But who can say 'no' to the Almighty God? You walked away with Him, going away with such peace that I can only bow to God's sovereignty.

Your people have remembered. The warrior of our land has gone. The flags are lowered in your honour. Our hearts are laden with grief. But I will trust that the living God who gave you to me will look after me and our children. Through my sadness, the memories will always shine bright and beautiful.

Adieu, my love, My husband, My lion, Ikemba, Amuma na Egbe Igwe, Odenigbo Ngwo. Eze-Igbo Gburugburu, Ibu dike.
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