The Victory Path: Inspirational path to a life of victory and fufilment

You can start from the very beginning

Read Part 1 here

Read Part 2 here

Read Part 3 here

I had to choose an option. I could feel the sweat in my palms increase. I chose to surprise the robber silently, it seemed more effective to me. I silently said a prayer “Lord, keep me safe. I’m not ready to die right after I just got out of a long term relationship.” I then moved towards the door. I placed my ears on the door and tried to hear sounds, all I could feel was that there was someone behind the door.

As I opened the door, and stepped in, I saw a huge ball of light the same moment my face kissed the ground. I was hit!! Probably stunned so that he could have easy access in my motionless state. As I tried recovering, I found out that I was stiff from my head to my feet. I was then able to look sideways, I saw the kitchen brighter than I had seen it even on a sunny day. I then could see big golden sandals right in front of me. I could also see the huge feet wearing them. My body was then partially released so that I could see the tallest being I had ever seen, with a fierce and loving look at the same time. He smiled at me, then I perceived that he was an angel of God. I couldn’t move to pinch myself, because the glory and power being emanated from this being made me weak. This wasn’t about a robber intruding into my house, it was about a wanted guest I didn’t expect to see. The last words I remembered hearing were “Peace Be Unto You”.

I was suddenly back on my bed in the dark with no source of light anywhere. I didn’t remember walking back to bed after the encounter that left me stunned. Placing my hand on the bottle of water, I realized it was full, like I never drank it, I just thought I did a few minutes ago! I placed my hand under the bed and I felt the bat right in the normal position that it used to be! Now this is unexplainable! Had time been reversed? Before I answered the question, I opened the bottle of water and drank some, before I was confirmed a mad man. I was sweating profusely. It suddenly dawned on me that I just woke up from a dream..

The dream was so real that I thought it was real! I had a dream in which I dreamt of another dream. So my waking up from those first 2 dreams was still in a dream! My drinking water, picking up the bat, and seeing the light in the kitchen was also a dream. Of course, my seeing the angel, was also in the same dream. Taah Taaah! Ouch! I had to slap myself to be sure I was finally awake this time. The strangest night of my life happened right before my eyes. How could I have faced so much trauma just because I decided to leave my fiancée that I once loved?

man and woman upset

I watched the sun rise out of the skies, as I got dressed early that morning. The only thing on my mind was to run to see her at home. Let her know my experience, maybe it was going to change everything. As I approached her compound, I saw her just leaving the gate of her compound, walking out with what seemed like worry on her face. She then saw me in the distance and stopped dead in her tracks, she was absolutely stunned to see me. I ran up to her and saw the tears streaming down her face, something obviously happened to both of us in the early hours of the morning. I hugged her tightly as she said “I couldn’t sleep all night, you were all that was on my mind. I prayed through out yesterday at church, until the priest walked me out at night, right before he went to another man lying on the floor to help him out as well.”

All I could say was “I understand dear, I really do. I don’t know what to call my last night, but it was the strangest night ever for me. And guess what, I am ready to get married to you as soon as possible! Lets get this phase behind us and begin a new life together!” “Really?” She asked.. “Really!” I responded. And as a ray of sunlight dropped on her beautiful face that showed a lot of pain, tears, and confusion, a smile broke out on her face that I had never seen before, her heavy eye bags seemed to disappear that very instant! “Let’s go inside to talk about this” she said as she joyfully held my hands to lead me inside the house. “It’s been the week of our lives” I said as I tried to keep up with her quick strides leading me into the place where it all started; my visit to her home that evening just about a week ago…

****** Six Months Later **********************

The very disgusting smell of the stable could not hold back my amazement, as I watched three strange men bring gifts and bow before our little baby in the manger. It wasn’t my child, it was her fathers child. The dreams finally had a true meaning, she never deceived me, the most important detail I previously overlooked, was what turned out to be the major piece that solved the puzzle. I enjoyed every single moment I had, from the moment I accepted her pregnancy, up to this point, I understood how privileged I was to be with her through her unique experience.

I was just like my second dream depicted; walking on the beautiful path of purpose and fulfillment. This was what I was born to do! The words of the angel in my dream came back to me once more, those very defining words: “Joseph, son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary as your wife. For the child within her was conceived by the Holy Ghost. And she will have a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, for he will save his people from their sins.” It was those very words that brought the seemingly scattered jigsaw puzzle together before my eyes. The father Mary referred to, was not her earthly father, but her heavenly father. The Heavenly Father planted a seed in her through the Holy Spirit, that would change our lives forever and the lives of many more to come. We hadn’t even slept with each other yet, our marriage so far, was as good as our courtship because we understood and respected the seed of God she carried. I looked at my wife; Mary, and all I could see was joy, passion and fulfillment, because she understood and reveled in the truth that what God truly started, He completed!!

“What shall his name be?” One of the three wise men asked. She slipped her hands into mine as at that very moment and we both responded: “His name shall be called JESUS!!

 

THE END…..

 

So there it is friends, the end. This is basically the true story of Joseph and Mary the parents of Jesus in the Bible. I was inspired to put in the fictitious side to the possible things we were not told happened in their story, but it all still comes together. I have learnt over time that not until we put ourselves in the situations that happened in the Bible, we may not be able to understand the gravity of the great things God did and accomplished. Lets all add a new dimension to our Bible Study.. I’m sure God would like to see that.

Hope you enjoyed the drama, suspense and uncertainties. Let everyone that has decided to wait for the final part now comment I’ll appreciate comments, thoughts and probably lessons from this true story. Thanks for following. Please share this story others, am sure it would do more than inspire them.

The Victory Path blog would be a year later this month. Yaay!

 

Contact me on:

BBM: 7BDC014D

Mail: victoryodunjo@gmail.com

Facebook: Vctory Odunjo

Twitter: @victoyodunjo

I strongly advice you to start from the very beginning if you are just joining us

Read Part 1 here

Read Part 2 here

Its been a week, I’m already getting better. I’m glad that only a few people know about our broken engagement. The pressure on her would have just been too much if I announced it. I hadn’t set my eyes on her since the last time we both spoke in the garden. I had spent time taking my mind off the past with my work, which requires a lot of energy and mind devotion. The marriage proposal still lingered in my mind. How joyful she looked when she agreed to marry me cannot be easily forgotten. I’m back in the single market again. I’ll have to search for someone just as good as she was or even better. I may find it really hard to trust anyone else. Cancelled wedding plans had taken my esteem way lower than the ground. I’ll adapt and focus on my work, and hope that at least that would get my mind off things.

Suddenly, I realize that I had not said a word of prayer on this issue since. All I had done is actually just use my mind to judge all through. Not sharing this with others hasn’t helped much. It’s my burden to bear, I can only give it to the Lord to carry for me. Even if its just strength to carry on he gives me, it’ll do me a lot of good. I’m desperate for help right now, being a man is way beyond my gender, it’s my being able to handle situations.

I picked a spot in the church to pray, I lay on the ground and started unloading and releasing my burdens to God. In the midst of my tears, muffled voices, I let God know my heart. I needed the sun rays in my storm, a clear weather in the rain. “Lord help me in my distress, it’s like all my hard work, commitment, dedication, service, honesty and integrity is at risk. Its not easy for me to go through this alone. I can’t announce this to the people around me, because I’ll also be laughed at and mocked. They always called us the perfect couple, husband and wife, courtship role models. All that is about to go down the drain right now Lord. Help me, help us. Let me love beyond this situation, see  beyond what my current eyes can. I believe and trust you. If you are really there, and you exist, please reach out to me”

image

I felt a few taps on my shoulder, after what seemed like a few hours. “Young man! The doors of the church are already being closed, you’ve been here for hours.” I looked up and saw the Priest. I shook myself out of sleep, and briskly apologized to the priest and left through the only open door before he noticed my red and heavy eyes. What a day it was, I was tired and wasted, every ounce of my energy was gone. Somewhere inside me I felt lighter. Leaving the relationship was finally giving me some peace. :) After switching off the last source of light in the room, I slept off having thoughts of a new future in my mind, possibly greener pastures in fact, things were about to get better.

While my sleep was moving ahead to the next dimension and the next gear. I had series of dreams, those kind of dreams that are just mixed together. Then out of the many scenes, I saw the conversation we had under the tree very clearly. I heard her say a statement I brushed off after I asked her about the pregnancy. She said “This pregnancy has something to do with my father.” I never replied this statement because she said it right after I kissed her on the forehead, and left her. I let the wind take those words away because I was finally done. I was not ready to hear any more of her lies. But here in my dream, I realize that it was probably important. The reason why she found it hard to have confessed to me a long time ago was probably because she was ashamed to tell me her father slept with her. Crazy things I saw in my dream. How could the father have done this to her? His own daughter?? Here was the confirmation I was looking for, I can’t raise her fathers child with her. I can’t imagine what to call such a child. Leaving her was right, and this very detailed dream has made me know that God truly answers prayers. The scene disappeared.

I suddenly found myself in a new environment, walking on a smoothly tarred road, with beautiful houses at the sides. The breeze just kept hitting me on the right spots, causing such a relaxation. It looked to me like it was where I lived, but it all seemed so new to me. I felt such a peace about being in that area, that I felt like I was going to live there forever. It all seemed so perfect. I was gazing into the skies, receiving such a friendly warmth, one I had never received before. I never got to look back to the road i was walking on again, because my next step didn’t hit the ground, it hit into nothing. I was falling into a very deep pit, so deep that it felt bottomless. I screamed as I fell, then the dream came to an end, and gradually I was becoming conscious of my room. I was practically sweating in the darkness, two opposite dreams in the same night. Crazy stuffs happen o. The first dream was clear though, her father is involved in the pregnancy somehow, maybe the 2nd dream was saying if I continue with the relationship, I was going to end up in a pit. Thank God for clarity. I grabbed the bottle of water by my bedside to quench my thirst and also cool my body from the heat that gotten me soaked in my own sweat.

As i replaced the bottle from where I took it, I saw a little ray of light from the room next to mine; the kitchen! I put off every source of light in the house, right before I slept. Someone had to be around the house, most likely the robbers that pick the locks and come to steal valuables. The source of light increased rapidly, something was up. I took the bat always positioned underneath my bed, the wooden ones especially came in handy for me personally. It was either I was going to meet this robber and catch him by surprise, or he would come into my room and catch me by surprise. For which ever of the two scenarios, I must be prepared..

To be continued..

So is there a huge possibility that she was impregnated by her father? Did someone send robbers or thugs to teach him a lesson? Or is his house already set on fire and he doesn’t know? The story’s final and concluding part would be out on Monday (For people that thought it would end with this episode, I apologize). You can comment if you like :) Thanks for following. Share this post and let others get to read as well. Hit one of the social network buttons below to share.. And follow by mail to receive alerts for new posts straight into your mail.

You can reach me on:
BBM: 7BDC014D
Facebook: Vctory Odunjo
Twitter: @victoryodunjo
Mail- victoryodunjo@gmail.com

Image Source: Google Images

I’ll advice that you read Part One here

My dear fiancee couldn’t give me the name of who got her pregnant. I had to leave the house sadly that day. It was like my whole world came crumbling before my eyes. I went home and lay on the bed. I gazed on the ceiling all through the night. By the time the first ray of light came in the morning, I felt no better. My mind had raced through the night of who could have slept with her. I knew most of her friends and colleagues. I was still shocked and amazed. If it ended up being someone I knew, it would be brutal, because I have no idea of what I would do to the person who decided to hurt and destroy my life. I just had to stop imagining.

image

A choice has to be made, I thought to myself. That’s what life is about; making choices. My mind wandered off to what people that had seen us court for so long would say. It happens, and has happened to a lot of people, there is nothing new under the sun. I probably should give her a chance to explain herself, we should clear the air and work things out maturely. I set a time to meet with her.

We finally got to meet in a private place, under the tree in a garden. “Explain to me how this happened” I requested. She replied me as the tears dropped slowly from her eyes. “I wish you could understand, I never just thought about how this was going to affect our relationship. You know I love you dear. And for the past few years you have had no reason whatsoever to doubt me.” “I know, that’s why I am surprised that you are pregnant, and I want to understand what happened to you is why I am here discussing with you. I don’t want to judge in a hurry. I love you very much. If you could probably get me to understand you, I may not leave you. But right now I can’t even wrap my head around this situation.” I responded. She said “This would be hard to take, but the truth is I am not pregnant for just any person, you don’t know how I got pregnant. It’s complicated.”

“Hahahhahaha.. Am I foolish? Who do you take me for? So right now a baby just appeared in you from outer space? You are a joker! And that statement you made is just one of utter disrespect. I have respected you for as long as I have known you, but this is what you use to pay me back? You should have told me all this while that there was someone who you loved sleeping with. I simply thought we had the same values and standards of honoring God and each other with no premarital sex. But now a child has appeared out of the blues. This is worthy of a great punishment, but I still have not lost my respect for you. So I’ll make no noise about this, so that you can still be seen as respectable and as you have always been seen by others. But right here is when we put an end to this. Sadly. We can’t continue, this relationship can’t go on! I have loved you with all I have, and for as long as I have known you. Have a nice life.” I said with tears forming in my eyes and hurt burning in my heart.

She looked into my eyes, and said as I stood up to leave “I have always loved you and I always will. I pray someday, you will understand me. And if you don’t, always remember that I would never forget you. I also would have my struggles, people would look down on me, and I will be mocked and ridiculed. It’s painful that I wont have you by my side during this trying time. Please stay with me, everything would become clear to you later. I still want you.”

I thought to myself “She has to be kidding me. Something about her has changed but I can’t point out what it is. She still wants me in her life for a reason only she understands. Her stance of not telling me the father of the child is totally unacceptable.” I couldn’t listen to her words anymore, I just kissed her on the forehead and left. I hope I just made the right choice… Things would probably change for the better and get clearer, or maybe not.. Either ways healing from this hurt and later finding someone else may just be the way out for me. I’d rather focus on what is to come than what has previously been. But I wonder how it is like to start being single again, after such a long time of being in a relationship :(

To be continued…

Do you think he made the right choice? If it was you in this situation, what choice would you make? Your comments do a lot of good :) So comment

Well, you can get to find out how this choice changes things in the next episode.. Part 3 would be posted on Saturday. I won’t advice you to miss it :)

Kindly share this post with others and follow this blog by mail to receive alerts for new posts straight into your mail.

You can reach me on:
BBM: 7BDC014D
Facebook: Vctory Odunjo
Twitter: @victoryodunjo
Mail- victoryodunjo@gmail.com

Image Source: Google Images

This is the most difficult reality I have probably had to come to in my entire life. I have known my fiancee for years, she is the most trustworthy, honest, accountable and virtuous woman I have ever met in the course of my entire life. She’s the fast forward to the lacking woman, and the symbol of perfection, its a little wonder that I decided to court her and propose to her too. I respect her for who she is and I value her too, she is so special to me. Unlike many other relationships around us, we have never slept together, and from the start she always told me she was a virgin. I trusted her, she never gave me a reason to doubt her character once. I love her with all my heart. She is the sun that lights up my world.

I’m not saying that she doesn’t have her shortcomings, but she is very close to all she should be. Well known in church and even in the society as one who is unique and upright. She has been used severally as a role model to younger women. You can’t imagine the joy of just being her fiance, and the utter joy of the prospect of getting , married to her. The day I proposed was the happiest day of my life. If I hadn’t done anything right all my life, I know I did that one right, no mistake about it. We had been preparing gradually for the wedding, with the date already fixed. Just the few people that are aware are excited and can’t wait for the day. Her family has been totally supportive as well. I’m not the richest guy in town, but my work gives me a decent amount to fend for myself and also a wife.

I never knew anything could go wrong with this engagement of ours until recently. I had been very busy working very hard at my place of work towards getting enough funds for the wedding and the future. So when I had enough of work, I decided to go visit my love, and spend some quality time with her, since I had been unable to do for such a long while. When she heard of my arrival, she ran out to meet me. We both were excited to see each other. The first thing I saw was how much weight she had added, I even joked about it too, that her cheeks were out and blossoming. I couldn’t imagine anything was wrong. As we sat discussing in the sitting room, she went to get me a glass of wine. As she placed the glass of wine on the stool before me, she suddenly became dizzy! I had to rush to keep her on her feet, and then get her sitting on the chair by my side. I got some water to sprinkle on her face, and then used the newspapers I brought to fan her as she was unconscious. She later came back to life. I was glad, and as I was about to help her adjust her sitting posture, she told me to be careful. I wondered why, until I saw her partially protruded belly. Her gown had hidden it quite well. I knew it immediately, she was pregnant. Not for me, but for who?

image

“Are you pregnant?” I asked, with rage, a desperate need to understand, unbelief and hope at the same time. I then saw the tears form in her eyes before me, she tried to speak, but words failed her. She nodded her head in agreement. “For who?” I asked. She couldn’t respond, as she started sobbing uncontrollably. “Do you know what this would do to us? Our plans? Our life? All the sacrifices we’ve made? Our reputation? My reputation?” I asked. “Why didn’t you confide in me and tell me the moment this happened?” All I got was a teary, red eyed fiancée muttering some words I couldn’t make sense of. How many months old is the pregnancy? “3 months” she mumbled. My mouth was left open at that response.. She was practically quiet about this for 3 months?? I knew at that very moment when I walked out of the door that I needed to make a choice and fast too.. It was totally unbelievable, the contrast of her character and the current reality of the pregnancy… Sooner than later, I must make a choice…

Well, this is a true story. What’s the best choice you think this young man can make at this moment? If it was you in this situation, what choice would you make, what step would you take? What lessons did you learn from this? I would love to see your comments :) 

Watch out for the next part of this intriguing story. We’ll find out what choice he made. Click here for the next part

Kindly share this post with others and follow this blog by mail to receive alerts for new posts straight into your mail.

You can reach me on:
BBM: 7BDC014D
Facebook: Vctory Odunjo
Twitter: @victoryodunjo
Mail- victoryodunjo@gmail.com

Image Source: Google Images

To be continued…

Have A Good Laugh 3

1) Can You Hear Me??

An old man went to the Doctor complaining that his wife could barely hear. The Doctor suggested a test to find out the extent of the problem. “Stand far behind her and ask her a question, and then slowly move up and see how far away you are when she first responds.” The old man excited to finally be working on a solution for the problem, runs home and sees his wife preparing supper. ” Honey” the man asks standing around 20 feet away “whats for supper?” After receiving no response he tried it again 15 feet away, and again no response. Then again at 10 feet away and again no response. Finally he was 5 feet away “honey whats for supper?”
She replies “For the fourth time it’s chips and chicken!”

2) Conversation Differences Between Men & Women

Woman 1: Oh! You got a haircut! That’s so cute!

Woman 2: Do you think so? I wasn’t sure when she was gave me the mirror. I mean, you don’t think it’s too fluffy looking?

Woman 1: Oh God no! No, it’s perfect. I’d love to get my hair cut like that, but I think my face is too wide. I’m pretty much stuck with this stuff I think.

Woman 2: Are you serious? I think your face is adorable. And you could easily get one of those layer cuts – that would look so cute I think. I was actually going to do that except that I was afraid it would accent my long neck.

Woman 1: Oh – that’s funny! I would love to have your neck! Anything to take attention away from this two-by-four I have for a shoulder line.

Woman 2: Are you kidding? I know girls that would love to have your shoulders. Everything drapes so well on you. I mean, look at my arms – see how short they are? If I had your shoulders I could get clothes to fit me so much easier.

Man 1: Haircut?

Man 2: Yeah.

Man – Hey! Can I talk to you?
Women – Me?
Man – Yeah…Just for a minute.
It’s the only way to get my wife to stop shopping.
Strike up a conversation with a pretty lady

3) Horse Joke

Jack strode into ‘John’s Stable’ looking to buy a horse. “Listen here” said John, “I’ve got just the horse your looking for, the only thing is, he was trained by an interesting fellow. He doesn’t go and stop the usual way. The way to get him to stop is to scream heyhey the way to get him to go is to scream Thank God.

Jim nodded his head, “fine with me, can I take him for a test run?”

Jim was having the time of his life this horse sure could run he thought to himself. Jim was speeding down the dirt road when he suddenly saw a cliff up ahead “stop!” screamed Jim, but the horse kept on going. No matter how much he tried he could not remember the words to get it to stop. “yoyo” screamed Jim but the horse just kept on speeding ahead. It was 5 feet from the cliff when Jim suddenly remembered “heyhey!” Jim screamed. The horse skidded to a halt just 1 inch from the cliff.

Jim could not believe his good fortune, he looked up to the sky, raise his hands in the air, breathed a deep sigh of relief and said with conviction “Thank God”

4)

image

Woman: Honey I have good news and bad news about the car
Man: Give me the good news first
Woman: The airbags work!

5)

image

Man to Wife: I’m sick and tired of hearing about what your friends husbands do. If you want breakfast in bed, sleep in the kitchen.

6) Present Joke

John  gingerly walked up to the sales lady in the clothing store “I would like to buy my wife a pretty pink scarf. ” “How cute” exclaimed the sales lady,  “sounds like it’s going to be a great surprise.” “It sure is” said John “she’s expecting a new car!”

7) Girlfriend Joke

“Brian, what’s wrong with you? You’ve been sitting at your desk looking depressed for the last five minutes!” “Oh Dan,” responded Brian “I don’t know what to do! I got in a big fight last night with my Suzie, she claims I never buy her gifts, so I must not care about her!”

“Brian, that’s horrible!” said Dan putting his arm around Brian. “What type of a gift does she want already?”

“Well, right before she closed the door on my face she said to me: “Why don’t you show me how much you care about me? Why can’t you get me something that goes from 0 to 175 in seconds!”

“Dan what should I do? I don’t have that kind of money? I can’t go out and buy her a car!”

“A car? Asked Dan. “Who needs a car? Just stop by the mall and buy her a scale!”

8)

image

Boss: Tom, we both know you are not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but you haven’t missed one day in 4 years! I would like to reward you! How does a new car sound?
Tom: Umm Vroom vroom?

9)

image

Man: Hey! Can I talk to you?
Woman: Me???
Man: Yeah… Just for a minute. It’s the only way to get my wife to stop shopping… Strike up a conversation with a pretty lady!

10) Memory Problems Joke

A few old couples used to get together to talk about life and to have a good time. One day one of the men, Harry, started talking about this fantastic restaurant he went to the other night with his wife. “Really?”, one of the men said, what’s it called? After thinking for a few seconds the Harry said, “what are those good smelling flowers called again?” “Do you mean a rose? the first man questioned. “Yes that’s it,” he exclaimed. Looking over at his wife he said, “Rose what’s that restaurant we went to the other night?”

Lol :) Hope you had a good laugh? Always ensure that in the midst of lifes business, hard work, and stress, you have a little time to smile and be happy. We all need a little fun and laughter in our lives. The Bible says “A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones” (Proverbs 17:22). Share the jokes with many of your friends, that may just make their day. Which of these jokes made you laugh the most?

Jokes culled from: http://www.greatcleanjokes.com

You can reach me on:
BBM: 7BDC014D
Facebook: Vctory Odunjo
Twitter: @victoryodunjo
Mail- victoryodunjo@gmail.com

PONMO ALATA 2

Hello reader! How’s your day going? I hope I’m about to make it better. Before you read this post, it is highly advisable you read the first part here. Enjoy!

*************
“Seeeeuuun! Segggguuunn! Seeeeyiii! Shoooogo! ”. The four boys were rudely yanked from dreamland by the sound of their mother’s loud voice as it reverberated throughout the whole of No. 33 Adefila Street. Seun’s eyes lazily drifted to the wall clock. 6:24. Haba! Today was Saturday, the only day of the week they were allowed to be in bed till 8:00am. He looked at his brothers, they were no longer asleep, neither were they fully awake. They were waiting for somebody to get up first.

“Ooooh God! This woman should allow somebody to sleep now,”
Seun grumbled under his breath.

“Ahn ahn! Are you counting my voice? Before I count to three all of you appear inside this kitchen now! OOOOONE…”

All four boys scampered to the kitchen. There they found their mother scowling; her hair bound in a black hairnet; a green “Mama-is-60” wrapper around her chest.”

“Which one of you entered this kitchen last night?”

image

Shet! Seyi thought. It took all of his will power to stay calm.
“See them looking at me like basket of tomatoes. Da mi lohun jare!” They all looked at each other confused and shook their heads.

“Nobody abi? Ehh hen. So it was a ghost that entered my house, turned up the lantern to highest,” she pointed to the lantern now darkened with thick soot, “and now carried it from the left side of the entrance to the right, abi?” Her tone going up one tone as she said ‘abi’.

Seyi gave himself a mental knock. In his hurry, he’d forgotten to turn down the lantern knob. Stupid mistake. He would never steal at night again. He continued to act as confused as his brothers.

“I know that it is one of you. Me and my husband were in our room throughout the night. There’s kuku nobody again in this house. Since nobody wants to confess, gbogbo since ma je gba.”
“Ahhh! Mummy, please, please ma.”

She ignored their pleas and continued speaking, “Not only is this person lying , this person also stole. The ponmo in my pot is now twelve instead of thirteen, abi you think I won’t know ni? Ehn?” She glared at Segun, the usual culprit.

“Yeeehh, mummy, I swear to God Almighty. Emi ko.” Segun said touching the tip of his tongue with his finger and pointing to the ceiling.

“C’mon. Don’t swear in this house!” She rebuked Segun. In a much calmer voice she continued. “Don’t worry. We would soon know today. Shogo. “

“Ma?”

“Lo gbe Mr Bulala wa.”

Segun was the first to go on his belly, Segun and Seyi quickly followed suit. ” Ahhh..Yeeh…Mummy E jooooo. E jo Ma. Mummy it is more blessed to forgive than to punish. Maami E jo.”

Shogo stood still unsure of the most appropriate course of action, to join his brothers or to bring the cane as his mother asked.

“Go and bring the pankere for me, my friend!” His mother shouted. He scampered away “And don’t disturb your father.” She called after him. She turned to face the others.

“So after all my preaching to you. You boys are still stealing. I thought you have stopped. Do you want to go to hell fire? The Bible says, “Train up a child in the way he should grow and when he is grown he shall not depart from it. The same Bible says, “spare the rod and spoil the what? ””’

They all chorused somberly, “The child.”

Shogo returned with “Mr Bulala”, a one feet long cane as thick as a thumb. At the sight of it, Seyi began to tremble. Regret filled his heart. He considered confessing. He looked at his brothers. Segun was already crying. Obinrin. Small cane you cannot chop. He couldn’t blame him though His mother looked like she was ready to flog the life out of them. If none of them owned up she would punish all of them. He knew it didn’t matter at the end of the day, confess or don’t confess he would be beaten. His conscience however would not let him be. Your brothers are innocent, don’t let them pay for your sins. Do the right thing. Remember what they taught you in Sunday school. His mother’s voice jolted him.

“Seyi, do you have something to tell mummy?” She asked, eyebrows raised.

Voices began warring in his head. Just confess, don’t commit two sins. No shebi nobody saw you. But God saw you oh. SHUUT UP.

“Seyi?’

“No ma. Nothing ma.” He looked down at his feet.

“Shogo?”

“Mummy, it wasn’t me.”
“Toh! In that case.” She collected the cane and dropped it on the kitchen table.

Seyi wanted to cry, for himself and for his brothers. This was it, the part where she’d tell them to present their bumbums. He had koba’d his brothers for nothing.

“All of you go to your room.”

Ehn?

None of them moved. It had to be a trick.

“I said go back to your room!”

Was she serious? This was new. Why was she looking at them like that? Seyi felt like he was under a microscope.

“Go before I change my mind!”

She wasn’t flogging them or punishing them? Ha! Ope o

“Oluwaseyi come back.” His heart stopped.

“Why were you smiling?”

Had he been smiling?

“Ma?”

“Ki lon pa o lerin? Wa n bi. Come to my front.”

She bent over at her waist till they were eye to eye and placed her hands on her knees as support.

“My mind is telling me that you are the one. I know you did it but I will not force you to talk. Do you want to be a devil’s child? Don’t you want to be a Jesus boy? Oya, look at me and tell me the truth.”

He looked into his mother’s eyes. They were searching his face. There was no fire in them again, instead they looked kind. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t lie to her face. His heart was pounding with fear.

“Mummy, please I’m sorry.” He began to weep. The rest of his apology was muffled by his crying. He watched her through rheumy eyes as she straightened to her full height and adjusted her wrapper.

“Ha, so you were…” one of his brothers had started to say but was silenced by one glance from their mother.

“Why did you lie? Why did you have to wake up to steal?” Her tone was a mixture of concern and disappointment.

“The rest of you, no more sleep. Go and do your morning duties.” She turned to his brothers who were standing in a corner of the kitchen.

They began to grumble.

“If I hear Kpim!”

The grumbling stopped.

She turned to Seyi, who was still crying and sniffing. “Oya follow me and bring that cane along.”

******
TRANSLATIONS-
Da mi lo hun jare – Answer me
Gbogbo yin ma je gba – All of you will be flogged
ki lo n pa o lerin – What is making you laugh
wa n bi – Come here
Obinrin -female
Ponmo Alata – A local yoruba cuisine of cooked peppered cow hide.

To all MOTHERS out there, we appreciate you.

This lovely piece was written by my wonderful friend Jemima Ojapa.. Please follow for many more insightful posts and stories on her blog http://jemstoneblog.wordpress.com .

Hope you enjoyed this piece? Thanks for reading and commenting as well. What were your thoughts on the story? Did it remind you of anything? Kindly share this post with your friends (fellow ponmo and meat lovers ;) )and follow this blog by mail to receive alerts for new posts straight into your mail. Have a great day :)

You can reach me on:
BBM: 7BDC014D
Facebook: Vctory Odunjo
Twitter: @victoryodunjo
Mail- victoryodunjo@gmail.com

Image Source: Google Images

PONMO ALATA

Today’s story was inspired by childhood memories, all characters are fictional by the way, before some of you start jumping to conclusions. Lemme even take a quick poll, if you’ve ever stolen a piece of meat from your mother’s pot, do like this O/    (i.e. raise your hand). My Oh My…look at you all. Well, no time for long intros. See you on the flip side.
***************

He dreaded being awake in the middle of the night. Night-time was when the witches, ojujus and all things that go bump at night came out to play. ‘He should be sleeping’, he told himself, not lying down in the pitch-black darkness, hyper-alert, thinking of the mission that had preoccupied his mind all evening. Maybe that was what kept him awake. That, coupled with the sweltering heat that had made his body sticky with sweat.

Seyi, oya close your eyes and sleep, he whispered to himself. He squeezed his eyes shut. Something scurried across the room. He sprang to a sitting position. Eyes wide as saucers, he scanned the room; it was useless he couldn’t see anything even with the moonlight filtering in through the lone window in the room. He waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. His younger brother, Shogo, with whom he shared a bed rolled towards him and threw a leg over Semilore’s legs. He kicked it away and hissed. Shogo grunted and continued sleeping unperturbed. His two elder brothers were on the other bed in the room competing for who could snore the loudest. Sleep, obviously, was playing hide and seek only with him tonight.  He lay back down, willing sleep to come.

Why don’t you do it now? The voice inside his head came alive. His eyes opened. No oh. It’s not good.  It’s too dark sef, are you not afraid?  Another voice said. He remembered the kerosene lantern his mother usually kept lit overnight on the corridor. Ten years old and you are still afraid. My fren, chop liver and do this thing. Nobody would see you. He stood up very slowly and headed towards the door of the room. The lantern was at the other end of the corridor; just at the entrance of the kitchen. The illumination from it was just sufficient for him.

He first crossed over to his parent’s room and pressed his ear to the door. No discernable sounds. He tiptoed towards the light. He picked up the lantern and entered the kitchen. He was really doing this. Anticipation chased most of his fear away.  He turned up the knob on the lantern so he could see well. He didn’t want to risk hitting any pots or plates. One gbaga-ragaun and his mother would be in that kitchen faster than The Flash.

He took an empty pot, carefully placed the cover on the ground and set it aside. In case he heard anyone coming, he would quickly pull down his pyjamas and start urinating in the pot in an attempt to act like he had sleepwalked into the kitchen and mistaken it for the toilet. He couldn’t help but smile at his ingenuity. He sighted the pot he came for. With trembling fingers, he carefully lifted the lid. Behold his weakness; his pot of “red pottage”. A pot of thick spicy Ponmo, well-seasoned, boiled in its juices to a chewable consistency and marinated in fried peppery sauce.

image

He dipped his hand into the pot and picked up a soft, succulent piece of ponmo that had also had a little piece of beef. He licked off the oil that dripped down his fingers. He bit into the ponmo and tore off the beef, sucking out the juices before chewing, all the while his ears scanning for sounds to suggest if anyone was coming. He bit off a piece of ponmo and chewed it to a gummy consistency before swallowing. He licked his fingers quickly, taking in small sips of air to quench the fire on his tongue.

He briefly contemplated taking another piece but decided against it. His mother might notice. In fact, this was the first time he would take a whole piece. He usually cut off small bits from several pieces of meat.  He had taken a huge risk. His mother was renowned for noticing when things went missing especially from her pot or purse. However, he had visited her pot three times this week and he hadn’t been caught. He wasn’t careless like his brothers.  He left everything exactly as he met it and rinsed his hands in the sink. As he picked up the lantern, he noticed a small red stain on the cover of the pot. Had it been there before? He wasn’t taking chances. He wiped it off with a rag, placed the lantern back at the entrance of the kitchen and tiptoed back to bed.

*****
“Seeeeuuun! Segggguuunn! Seeeeyiii! Shoooogo! ”. The four boys were rudely yanked from dreamland by the sound of their mother’s loud voice as it reverberated throughout the whole of No. 33 Adefila Street. Seun’s eyes lazily drifted to the wall clock. 6:24Am. Haba! Today was Saturday, the only day of the week they were allowed to be in bed till 8:00am. He looked at his brothers they wer  no longer asleep, neither were they fully awake. They were waiting for somebody to get up first.

“Ooooh God! This woman should allow somebody to sleep now,” Seun grumbled under his breath.

“Ahn ahn! Are you counting my voice? Before I count to three all of you appear inside this kitchen now! OOOOONE!…..”

All four boys scampered to the kitchen. There they found their mother scowling; her hair bound in a black hairnet; a green “Mama-is-60” wrapper around her chest.

“Which one of you entered this kitchen last night?”

****

This lovely piece was written by Jemima Ojapa

The concluding part is here.. Ensure you follow up! Comments plleease.. Can you relate with this? Kindly share this post with your fellow ponmo and meat lovers :)

Follow this blog by mail to receive alerts for new posts straight into your mail.

You can reach me on:
BBM: 7BDC014D
Facebook: Vctory Odunjo
Twitter: @victoryodunjo
Mail- victoryodunjo@gmail.com

Image Source: Google Images

Tag Cloud

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 3,136 other followers