Nana #7 EARTH (PART 2)

Junior knows he’s not likely to meet up but abeg, he has to try. His thoughts wander; no wonder Kwame left. Who go stay? He checks the time and his spirit jumps. The studio doors will be shut in the next 5 minutes and he just dey climb 3rd mainland bridge now-now. This life no just balance sha…

Aunty Joy explodes as usual, unsure of what to expect. “I no blame una. It’s not your fault.” She looks upon the skies and raises her hands to plead, “Ah God! Baba God. Abeg for my next life I no wan come as 1st born. These children don’t appreciate me!!” Beside her, different people exit V-Hospital wearing different looks, but, they all observe her, walk past and do nothing. The side comments wonder if all is well with her, as dem no see pesin wey she dey para for. She sees the stares and as usual she doesn’t care. Time don dey talk 9.40pm. Small small, outside don dey clear. “Since morning! I leave everything wey I get to do, come siddon here. The mama, na only me get am? Ehn, tell me! I no fit blame you. No be your fault. Criminal!”

The lights finally start to go out in V-Hospital’s accounts Department. Oga OJ decides to hang the days problem on tomorrow’s challenge list and call it a day. He’s always the last to sign out of the office. He shuts the door and bumps into a grumbling hospital staff right outside; “Ah, imagine leaving the hospital at 9.55pm, almost 10. Na wa o” the staff laments to herself, “Oga OJ, please can I join you to Long bridge?” She asks. He nods in agreement without turning his head. Some day, he would be free from this work. But until then, work he must. Outside the building, they encounter the shouting Aunty Joy still yelling, “Husband wey suppose transfer money since morning sef, that one I never see alert till now. Who I offend? God.” She places both hands on her head at this point. Oga OJ looks at her, she notices and switches, “Oga look where you dey go abeg. No dey look me.” He obeys and she sets down to sit by the road. E don dey taya her. She finds somewhere to sit.

Meanwhile, Nurse Vicky strides out of the hospital entrance on a solo p. Both hands in her pocket, she wears a straight face and walks past every action briskly. She walks up to the Range and knocks by the window. Oreva checks her out briefly and unlocks the car. She gets in and says the following softly “please drive into the next street. The cathedral street.” Nana avoids looking at her. Oreva backs out of the car park gently.

In about 7 minutes, Junior approaches Dolphin estate. Bright torchlights slow him down. “On your Inner light!!!” Yells a male voice, he obeys and sees 3 policemen. The other one shouts “Park!” And worry strikes. Junior thinks to himself, PARK or DRIVE OFF?! time dey go, what’s it gonna be?

NANA #6 – Earth

Junior’s mouth is semi-wide open. He doesn’t understand how he’s caused any of this. “Meeeeeeee?” Hands in the air. “But I am willing to fuel the car now, Aunty. This taxi thing was your idea so why are you now saying ? In fact…” He goes quiet and looks away. “No o, continue. Continue talking to me anyhow, why you close mouth?” She rolls her eyes at him, “Continue to dey insult meee. I send una? Anything that comes from Nana, I don’t want to be a part of it. She cannot buy me over with her shameful wealth…”. Fed up, the young man starts off in the opposite direction, straight into the heart of V-Hospital’s car park. “Junior come back here!”. He ignores her. Few seconds later, he gets in the car, jabs the key into the ignition and drives off without a glance.

Oreva laughs out loud. Nana manages a smile. They watch Aunty Joy from the car. She can’t believe what just happened. “Na wetin fit am” says Oreva. Nana mutters gently “She go dey alright.” Her phone rings, caller ID -Doc Kay. She picks up the call and says nothing. “My angel, are you guys still outside?” Doctor Kay asks. “Hmmm, we are o. The eagle has refused to take off.” Nana responds. “Ahn ahn, since that time?” He asks again, surprised. Nana laughs a little, “yes o. Since that time o.” She says. He pauses for like 4 seconds and speaks “Umm, okay I’ll send someone to you now, a nurse. She’ll bring you in through our secret entrance okay…” goes the good Doctor. Nana tilts her head from right to left. She’s not sure how she feels about seeing a stranger. What if the nurse has seen her tape and recognises her? But a sensitive man always knows his woman “Don’t worry, I’m glad you’re even able to laugh. Relax babygirl. Okay?” He says. “Okay. I’ll try.” She replies and ends the call. “He’s sending a nurse to take us in.” Says Nana to Oreva. Oreva nods in response to the yarn and drops a smile. “Relax.” She says. “I don hear.” Nana replies. She increases the radio volume

If only he had activated his stubbornness sooner with Aunty Joy, he wouldn’t have missed out on the once-in-a-lifetime golden opportunity. Imagine, a lucky win studio session with Wizkid. It took Nana nearly 7 months to get him that deal. Plus the numerous sleepless nights he traded, preparing. Family problem sef na wa! His phone beeps, it’s Amara texting to wish him “Goodluck”. He throws his eyes back to the road and they remain there. He’s going to try, he can’t just give up like this. “After all, no be my fault” He thinks to himself and drives through the streets of Lagos on top speed. He says a silent prayer…

WATER

Echoes of a YouTube video envelopes the white tinted Range Rover. The soundtrack is deep, solemn and strong. But, not strong enough to distract Oreva’s keen watch. “Fluid and sublime; like it or not, water, brings more life to your life. La la la la la…” Nana’s eyes well up behind her Ray-ban shades, she allows the tears drop freely onto the passenger seat. Oreva sits sharp behind the wheel wearing a big hoodiee. So big it covers half of her face. They wait patiently in the car park for Aunty Joy and Junior to leave. Nana no get power for fight. Not today.

Oga OJ is shook. He doesn’t seem to understand the complications displayed on his computer screen. Exasperated, he laments, “Ahn ahn, wetin dey happen for this patient na? Which people go pay this kind money twice under one name?” Confused, he plonks his head onto his desk, gently. Sisi Josephine punches away at her keyboard with full concentration. Her eyes appear glued to her computer screen. Her lips; move to the rhythm of the chewing gum in her mouth, sophisticatedly. Comfortably busy; the melanin beauty fills up her xcel balance sheet with extra care, throws one unbothered glance at her colleague, and asks without looking “Oga OJ, what’s your issue?” Her eyes and hands stay busy, only her ears remain with him and the 4 white walls of V-Hospital’s accounts Department...

“Aunty!” Junior whispers aloud in a bid to wake Aunty Joy up from her supposed power nap. “Hmmmm, Hmmmm, na wetin?” She asks from her sleep. Junior responds “The doctor wan follow you talk Sista” Slowly; barely opening her eyes, She sits back up gently and then widens her eyes. The good Doctor Kay stands in front of her, with a weird smile. “Madam, let’s step in to my office please.” She rises slowly yet majestically, picks up her hand bag and strolls into the hallway. Doctor leads the way, bopping his head as he goes in response to different people and the many many “Hello Doctor.” and “Good day Doctor” flying about. She follows him behind closely.

3 hours later; the girls still sit in the car watching her from a distance, embarrassing herself and poor Junior in a verbal fight with an equally crazy taxi driver right in front of the hospital gate. That’s the 4th driver in 30 minutes.

Birthday 2020

25th June

Beneath the full moon,

I write.

Of a year so weird,

Where normal becomes different,

I write.

This year na wa o,

But achievements still dey follow the lockdown

No go dull…

Fam,

I refuse to stay back.

I’m facing all my fears, ma fo.

So; Happy birthday to me-

Nwanyiocha,

Ocha ka o maka,

Nwanyi eji e je mba.

Ada na eri obi anu;

Ochala ugo,

Oriaku, aku na uba.

Obiageli nwa!

Oyoyo baby girl,

Sweet something…

Happy birthday to a growing Mino.

I.N.P

Happy birthday beautiful Princess Nnennaya Obioma Obiageli Ibeh; from my Chi to me. I love me so much for fighting strong and choosing me. Keep winning, keep pushing forward. NOTHING STOPS THE EMPRESS… I love you praaaaaaaa!!! (This is a poem to my self. I wrote this on my birthday but I was too shy to post it. Just imagine? Lol. Anyway, in the spirit of facing my fears, I’m publishing this for me and sharing to every one who truly loves themselves spirit, soul and body. The message is simple, DON’T WORRY, BUT NEVER GIVE UP 😆😇😎 Keep your spirit joyful and positive at all times. Oga di mma❤)

 

 

Ice

It’s my birthday weekend; let’s continue our story

*****

Once Daddy returns home, control returns. It won’t be a taboo to stroll out at 5:30 p.m. when he’s in the living room; but, be ready to explain why you chose to wait till 5:30 in the evening or where you even wan dey waka go by that kind time. Nana’s dad is the real Chiefo but her mum has always been liberal with her children. Nana’s twin sister, Imeh has lived with their dadad since after the divorce; and still makes a living from fraud. But, daddy is no easy walkover…

Ese’s lust is second to none. The white duvet shows off his petite beer gut. ICE sits pretty on his neck with a huge anchor pendant dropping against his hairy chest; his eyes are fixed on Imeh. “Girls dey wear make-up comot for morning, you dey clean your own. I don’t get you sometimes babe…” He says. Imeh laughs, busy in front of the large dressing mirror. Her back and hips face Ese. “Ah, Oga lover!” Her soft voice swins through the room. “Is it in my bag?” Ese gives her a wink that says yes; she smiles. “All of it?” She likes to double check. “Yup” He responds. He won’t take his eyes off her. She blows him a kiss and sets to work on him some more… “My Magician. You have a special place in my heart baby boy” a natural, she stands and grabs her full breasts subtly covered in her lacy red lingerie. His jaw drops in awe of her beauty when his phone rings. It’s his wahala wife again…

Aunty Joy yells on the other end of the phone; “I never see the money o!” He smiles, ” Haba Joy, You no trust your husband again?” She replies with a short hiss; “Mttchew, na you know. If na one of those your useless girlfriends now, you go don send am o” He cuts in, trying to avoid a fight, him food dey cold. “Don’t worry I’ll send it now.” He hangs up and makes another call immediately… “Junior, yes-hello. Abeg, furnish me with the hospital account details from the front desk and don’t tell your aunty anything. You hear me? Fast fast please abeg.” Junior stutters “okay Sir”. Few minutes later, Ese receives a text message and opens his bank app to do the needful. He rounds off the transfer and switches his phone to airplane mode immediately.

His right lower lip curves into a smile to reveal the playboy in him. He teases her, “My Sweet something…” and she flashes an irresistible smile. She sways over to him. Each stride flatters her curves and extremely hot body. She stops in front of him and he places both hands on her lower back to bring her closer. He buries his head in her breasts and inhales deeply. She rubs his head gently, throws her head back and giggles some more…

He proceeds to plant soft kisses all over her body and soft moans escape her lips. With his left hand, he gives her butt cheeks a squeeze while his right hand does some mild rough handling. Skillfully, he flips her over to the bed and his lips embark on a trip down south. She giggles some more. “Ohhhh.. Baby stooppppp… I can’t call in sick twice…” She no even get power to push am comot. What to do? Ese replies with a fake french accent “Sorry no speak no English”. His hands find their way to her very full breasts; E don finish. Na flat tyre go take the blame again be dat. That’ll be the 10th time in 2 months… Her phone begins to vibrate and they both ignore it. Caller ID – General Smith!

WIND

Oreva leans against the wardrobe quietly; she watches Nana break down in uncontrollable tears. Nana mutters gently, “this is a dream…” She says. She never imagined her life would ever fall apart with her so unable to save herself. The water don come over-pass gari like this so. Oreva watches her friend helplessly. Tears roll down her cheeks because of her friends’ suffering; she’s angry. “There has to be something we can do to get the video off the Internet; someone we could speak to?” Oreva says and Nana manages a scoff. “A hacker?” Nana responds. She sniffs and stares out into the wall, her tears would not stop…

“Doctor, how is my mother?!” Aunty Joy harasses Doctor Kay on his way out of the theatre for the 10,000th time in 4 hours. The good doctor heaves a patient sigh, “Ms Joy, relax please. We have our best doctors in there with her; your mother is in safe hands. She’ll be alright.” He manages a cheerful smile as Aunty Joy pulls off her scarf; “So when can I see her?” She asks tying the scarf around her waist, the good doctor smells trouble brewing and responds “Soon madam” he tries to walk off and she blocks him. Aunty Joy explodes “Doctor biko when can I see my mother?! Soon, soon, soon that is all you people have been telling us. If something don do my mama, make una talk abeg make pesin know wetin e dey do!” She vibrates. The doctor smiles to placate her. “Madam” she stops him “I am a comedian now, it’s funny?” She rolls her eyes. “Oga Sir, give me answers please. I didn’t come here to entertain you!” She yells.

Doctor Kay tries to calm her down, “Madam, your mother is going to be fine. Nothing will happen to her. Calm down please”. Aunty Joy stays adamant  “so how come you people have not billed us yet? Ehn?! Nobody don reason us money since we siddon here…” Doctor Kay’s shoulders drop as he explains “that’s because your mother is already covered.” The information throws her off “Covered how?” She asks. “Ms Nana had that covered already madam, so not to worry.” He replies. Aunty Joy frowns, she goes sour, all her face spoil scatter. “The thwart! Please tell her we don’t need her money.” Doctor Kay shrugs, his impatience rises “Well, the charge for her ward is N350,000 per day and she’s to be here for about a week or more plus the…” She cuts in “Ah doctor! That’s too expensive now” She protests. “Well, you don’t have to worry” he continues, “The medical bills have already been paid for. Now madam please if you’ll excuse me.” He strides off with a straight face.

Shamelessly, she saunters back to her place on the long chair, grumbling, completely oblivious of everyone around her “Little witch!” Says Aunty Joy “She’s the reason we’re all here in the 1st place.” She sits and Junior tries to talk to her, “Aunty, please relax. People are looking at you.” He pleads and she flares up; “You better shut up that your musician mouth there, idiot!” Aunty Joy transfers all of the aggression to him. “You that I still don’t know where they brought you from; Ewu!” She vibrates, unbothered. “People are looking at me,! is it your eyes they’re using to look?! Ehn Prof!?” He looks away and she rolls her eyes… “Anybody wey like make e look me, I no kuku get shame! When dem look me finish, if eye pain dem, dem go comot their yeye eyes…!” She openly fires at everyone around; immediately, they look away. Her phone rings, she grabs it; its her husband calling. Quickly, she picks up call and rushes out of the hospital with some fake-crying “Darling help me o! My husband help me! Send money please, my mother is dying…” Nurse Tina cannot help it, she places her hand on her chest, shocked at Aunty Joy’s display “Na wa for this kind woman…” says Nurse Tina to herself.

 

Nana #2

STORMS

The lights are blue in Andy’s room. Oreva struts around half-naked in white lingerie. Her skin is flawless, caramel and soft. Andy, on the other hand, seems really engrossed in his IPad and sketchbook. He keeps busy with some revision. “Babe, pronounce this word for me,” he calls her attention to his Grey IPad. In black, the words MIS-EN-PLACE are boldly inscribed on a page. Oreva makes an attempt to pronounce the word, “Mis-en-pl- wait,” she stops “Is that an English word?” she asks. “No,” says Andy “it’s a French word or Greek, I-” he tries to explain and she cuts in “MIS-EN-PLACE” she pronounces it ‘Miss-on-plas’ like a Frenchwoman. His face relaxes “So that is the problem?” Oreva throws him a questioning look, he explains further. “To pronounce the ‘en’, pesin get to carry belle inside small. Do you see?! My teacher only said it twice… You know, our teachers are our problems sometimes…” laments Andy. “Yeah, that’s true” she agrees. “So, oga! tell me the meaning of your mis-en-place?” the extra Oreva. “Okay, it is a term used in a professional kitchen to describe the proper planning procedure for a specific station. That is the pre-work station. More like your cooking area. You get?” Andy is a chef-in-training. “I see. So proper planning as in kitchen arrangements?” She probes further. “Yeah, the set-up and arrangements of things I guess. I will find out in class next month.” He says. “You mean WE?” she asks. He looks at her for a second and replies “Yes we will baby.”

The car horn of the black Hyundai iv-tec blares nonstop. However, it does not seem to alarm the other road users as much as Kwame’s fast driving. Everybody just dey clear road. Kwame popularly known as Cool Kevin is not even sure what he is doing right now but this seems to be their only choice. “Kwame DRIVE THIS CAR NOW, e be bicycle we carry?” Aunty Joy yells from the back seat, not helping. Kwame match the car finish, Aunty Joy still dey shout. They need to get to the hospital URGENTLY.

Oreva picks out a dress for the night. Andy’s eyes are still on his IPad. “This one?” she shows off the dress. He looks up, “No. Wear the black one.” he says “Na wa o, you just want me to show off dem curves tonight?” Oreva teases. Andy panics a little “Baby abeg come help me confirm this thing.” He asks. Oreva walks to his side. He points at the screen; “Na Nana be that?” she takes a look, “God forbid! You dey craze?” she opens her eyes wide. Andy continues “look am well!” Oreva grabs the device to take a closer look and her jaw drops; “This cannot be.” She starts to sweat. She is at the brink of tears “Oh my days, what is Nana doing acting porn?” Andy cuts into her thoughts “The real question should be; what is she doing uploading it on pornhub?” he says “I mean if she makes a sex tape; I won’t judge her, that body needs to be DOCUMENTED and I agree. You feel me?” Andy winks. Oreva looks at him and he knows he is in trouble. “So you keep busy watching porn and documenting other women’s bodies’ Abi? And me dey here dey find dress wen I wan wear follow you comot.” Andy is speechless “if I follow you go anywhere, change my name!” she storms out of the room and the door pays hard for it. Gbraaasssss!!! The windows sef shake…

Nana

The one-woman army

CHAPTER ONE

FIRE

Her eyes dey blaze tenaciously but Dafe’s enchanting baritone questions her from behind“Why do you feel the need to scream every time you are angry Nana?” He asks. She drops her hands gently and manages to hide the helpless smile that slowly creeps in. Still, she refuses to look back. “Why do YOU, always feel the need to hide every time?” She fires back. “Haba, my sweetness…” he starts towards her “you are too authoritative is all I’m saying” Dafe walks up to Nana and places his hand around her waist; she leans into his hold. “It’s cos you need it. It’s your fault…” She scolds softly.

He scoffs “My bilious Choleric, make I chop small kiss there na? Hmmmm…” he teases and Nana’s soft laugh gives her away. Her body can barely refuse this man, it beats her. “What’s Choleric?” she asks. Dafe spins her around and stares deep into her hazel eyes, “That’s your temperament baby…” He says and pulls her into a soft embrace, she rolls her eyes “Mmmhmmmm, what’s that?” Nana and her plenty plenty questions. “It is your unconscious natural style.” He explains. “What does it do?” She continues, she go ask-ask many questions until she gets a proper understanding of the situation. Nana is super inquisitive. “It gives me an idea of your person. It helps me understand you better.” He answers. “Interesting…” she mutters. Dafe pulls her face up to face him and gives her a wink “Now can you please be quiet. I get one apology to make to my woman…” Nana melt! She couldn’t stop the blush that took over her cheeks…

Dafe’s king-sized spring bed supplies the walls with intricate details of ongoing events. He passionately reveals Nana’s secrets, adorably covered by Victoria in her favorite color RED; one after the other. Her career goal, to model for Victoria’s Secret. Somewhere between the drapes, she notices a tiny red light. “Boo, is there a sniper outside your window?” She stops to ask “What is that red light?” she points towards it. Dafe immediately plants another deep kiss. He thrusts deeper and Nana forgets what she was even talking about. Amidst soft moans, her voice is her sexiest attribute when she is not shouting; “You make me lose my home training every f**cking time. It’s not fair…” she confesses. “Shhhh…” goes Dafe. The camera continues to roll quietly between the drapes; Dafe is set to become a happy millionaire and Nana has no idea. How easily we SET FIRE to the ones we ‘LOVE’…

Nov 3rd ‘19- EPISODE 2- THE RAINS- No miss am o!!!

HAPPY SUNDAY BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE; AND A BEAUTIFUL WEEK AHEAD.

#NWANYI’OCHA

FIRST ANNIVERSARY

The rains came this morning with a reminder,  a beautiful reminder, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, NWANYI’OCHA- The Blog- is one (1) this month. Hurray! In commemoration of this beautiful reminder, I wanna share a story on how it all began…

Every day of my life is always like a movie, if the clapper board is not in front of me directly, it’s definitely in front of those my heart beats for.  I look back at the journey today and the memories sting, ever fresh. I was recovering from that life changing Saturday, the Saturday that made me. It was the final week of March 2017, the mental and emotional stress has eaten me up real bad, I weighed a measly 49 on the scale. That Saturday, my back touched the ground in one swift fall. But for Stephen, I’d have had a few stitches underneath my dreads today…

D Baybiepanda insisted, “you need to get out of here” and I listened. Thank God. She saved me. I look back at the past fifty two (52) weeks and tears of gratitude flow freely. Oh how bad I was sinking. “Princess NO!!!” was all that brought me back. Everywhere went black, I was drowning fast, it was so dark, there was nothing to hold or grip. I faced fear, big time. Then Stephen’s familiar voice came, “Princess NO No! Princess Come back!!!”

Suddenly, I found myself rushing back to the voice with the same drowning speed. I opened my eyes and I was flat on the floor. “What the f**k” was all I could manage to say. It’s not my fault, Life had been too hard on me; My 3 year relationship ended badly, I lost my job, everyone I wrote scripts for, shot without even paying me. I slaved endlessly and got disappointed every time. 2016 was the worst year of my life but I survived. It was a domino effect. I was losing out week after week, nothing was stable anymore. A part of me died every day.

Then I slumped. It took that for me to realize that my life was not as bad. It took that Saturday for me to remember that I am a bunch of talent. And a special Blacky was there to help. He helped me see, I had buried my talents waiting for the ‘right time’ that never came. Be grateful for the people you encounter on your journey of life. They help blow your light brighter. I never forget, it’s a blessing and a curse; but in all I give thanks! I feel very heartbroken as I write this even, but I BELIEVE I CAN FLY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY NWANYI’OCHA…. My presence is a present

 

Nwanyi’Ocha

25/8/18

THE DANCING THIEF #5

“Respect who get, but fear who no get, na hin be your matter. ” John scolds Aunty Ogbenyealu, “because I don see say, na only where money dey you dey like.” She’s not quite sure what to make of the conversation, she ignores him. “I know say you go throway face, no worry I came prepared. All those other men for compound, dem no follow for your papa children? Why e be say na only for this my oga and him family side you dey like clinch every time?”. Aunty Ogbenyealu won’t let that slide, “Meaning what? John!” She raises her voice.

“See no dey shout for me abeg, na man I be. Put some respect on my status please” He demands. She is taken aback, ” All wetin I dey try talk be say, Your clinching character bad, try to be a person of your own. All your secrets dey my hand o, make you know… No forget say na me dey drive dis man up and down” He winks, she bites her finger. “Change ya ways!” He says; she pouts. John’s walks close to the wall “na God go help you last last” he says.

*****

Ezeama is not quite sure if this is a movie, fate or the devil. “Could this mean that Kachi is in this hospital?” He thinks to himself. In front of him Chief Mrs. and the lady on the white powerbike sit together in a tight embrace; she hasn’t gotten over the shock and he can tell. He looks away from them to distract himself at intervals. Kachi’s recovery will spell doom for me… he thinks.

*****

The yellow goodie bags do not excite the children especially Olanna, the fierce 13 year old with very promising eyes. Ndubuisi lashes out, “You see, I told you buy something new for this children, buy pizza. You won’ listen. Now see. They’re not touching it”. “We are not touching it because we have no appetite Sir.” Olanna replies, cold. Anorue throws a harsh look at his manager. “What can I do to make it up?” He asks, “Give us time.” Olanna responds. He always listens to her…