Get-Inspired

I chose to begin this way... Black- destitute of light; devoid of colour; enveloped in darkness, hence utterly dismal or gloomy; as the future looked black; soiled with dirt; foul; sullen; hostile; foully or outrageously wicked; as black cruelty; indicating disgrace, dishonour etc White- colour of pure snow; reflecting all the rays of spectrum; opposite of black; free from spot or blemish; innocent; pure; without evil intent; harmless; honest; square-dealing; honourable… This is copied from the famous scene of Malcolm X (1992) where young Malcolm, during his time in prison is made to read the definitions of these two words as written in a dictionary. What i wonder is, how much are these definitions of two words, still valid in a world of 7 billion inhabitants. Truth be told, we come in all kinds of shades available. Yet only the lighter skin gets prized and is seen as the ideal(isn't that true?). We do not question ‘why’, because it is our own mind-set to be blamed, but...

The hall was very quiet, so quiet that the silence reverberated loudly. Everyone around knew things had gone really bad, they could feel it, could sense it and even almost taste it. Yet, they didn't know what was the matter between these two. Alan was church brother any Christian sister would want to be with for the rest of her life, so good to the point that some sisters use him as a point of contact for their future husbands. He was an homely person, loved by everyone, fears God, hard worker, he has this statue to die for and truly, he's in money. He's an usher at the church and an assistant to the parish pastor. Sister Patricia is another God sent in her own way. She's always been seen in church as the standard of Christian sisterhood. Always modestly dressed, she's great in the kitchen, leader of the Evangelism unit at church, quiet in Spirit and loved by everyone. The whole church was happy to hear the announcement of their engagement which was soon foll...

WOMEN: WE ARE AMAZING. With blurred lines of society today, I write about my discovery of being a  woman. Although we are all born with it intrinsically, it is a art that can be crafted and refined with knowledge. Womanhood is something special and is a storehouse of amazing powers. However, most of us women do not acknowledge this great energy within us, firstly because we are ignorant about it and secondly because we are trapped in a society with numerous stereotypes, for instance, women can’t drive, women are not productive at work, women are weak, women talk a lot of nonsense, women are supposed to cook, women are supposed to understand their husbands and compromise or adjust. All of these external stigmas impede women from unleashing their true potential. But let me tell you one thing very frankly, being a woman is not about doing house chores, it is not about getting married and it is certainly not about producing children. A successful woman is one who can build a ...

When Emeka broke the news to his parents that he planned to marry a Yoruba lady, they told him that he was a joker. That would never happen, they said flatly. Was there a scarcity of nubile damsels in Nnewi and its environs or in Anambra State and the entire Igboland that their son would travel across many rivers and many states to marry a Yoruba girl from Ijebu-Ode? Or, had the girl bewitched Emeka with “otumokpo” from Ijebu-Ode? She would not succeed, they concluded. Never! Weeks after that, nothing was heard about the issue again. They assumed that the case had been closed. Emeka had come to his senses, they concluded. But had he? Two months later, like a bad dream, Emeka brought up the issue of this Ijebu girl again! This time, his tone was firm. Despite the threats of the parents, he was not cowed. He was resolute to the point of obstinacy. Even the tears of his mother did not move him. His parents concluded their son was indeed under a spell. When it became obvious, aft...