Hassan

When I realised that she was pregnant, I was angry with her. She had four children already, 1,2,3,4! She even had two boys and two girls, what else did she want? An angel? It wasn’t like they were so comfortable. I don’t know what her husband did but she plaited hair in the house, she didn’t even have a shop- not that she needed one though. The six of them were crammed in a two room apartment and they had to share the bathroom and toilet with several other families, they shared a kitchen too. There was no reason for her to have another child. Continue reading →

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Changed

I was thinking of running a series on “literary blog” www.chynanu.blogspot.com and I’d already started the first story when I had to change the plan. I’ve decided to share that first story here… why? I don’t really know. Anyway, I hope you’ll enjoy this short story

Changed

My cousin’s name was Ogadinma for the first twenty or so years of his life, he would have carried the name to his grave if Uncle Peter hadn’t intervened.

It was two days after Christmas and we were all in the mgbe, Mama Nna’s mgbe. Our grandfather had died long before then and our grandmother owned the house now, the big parlour was her domain where she held court like Queen Eliza. We always sat at her feet, we came for the stories and laughter, for the attention and for the love.

Uncle Peter’s voice could cut through any conversation, many henpecked husbands and drill sergeants have wished upon stars for a voice like his. We’d been talking about football with each of us trying hard to convince Mama Nna to support our favourite team and in her grandmotherly wisdom, she refused to pick any team.

“Ogadinma bia nga”

Our argument stopped and our eyes searched for Ogadinma’s location in the crowded room. The boy’s legs suddenly felt like concrete pillars and his pupils danced in the direction of all the corners of the room.

Uncle Peter was still scratching his luxuriant beard when Ogadinma stood beside him and softly told him he’d come.
“Your name is now Odiwomma, for twenty years we’ve been waiting for things to change and they have refused to. How can they change when each time we call your name we’re saying things WILL get better in the future, when will this future come kwa? Let us now say it is already better”

Things did not really change for Odiwomma, he did not pass JAMB exams on his fourth, fifth and sixth tries. Today he’s a mechanic in Aba and he has four children, he doesn’t have a wife- a wife implies a wedding, doesn’t it? The mother of his children lives with him and they continue to hope for a better future.

My brother and I

Today’s my brother’s birthday, Obinna’s his name.

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I remember when he was tiny and used to follow me everywhere, those days when his burning ambition was to be older than his big sister, when his toys only lasted for 24hours, he’d open them up to see what was inside them.

Today he’s the bravest person I know, overcoming setbacks that’d cripple most people and kept his smile intact. I’m glad I’m related to him, that I can still bully him, that he’s my best friend.

  Happy birthday Obim.

Lyrically – Human Nature

I haven’t posted any lyrics in a while, maybe I’m a little weary about posting lyrics after the lyrics binge of May. Music has always been one of the major ingredients that makes up my lifeforce, not writing about music has actually been hurting me. 

Today’s song was my favourite song for a long time, it’s still one of my top five songs and is my favourite song for this month. I remember sitting on the window and listening to the song with tears staining my cheeks, I was about five years old. Like Easy by Lionel Richie and It’s my life by Dr Alban, Human Nature seemed to express my angst, my desire to live life on my terms even as a five year old (when I was five, I was very highly strung). Besides the lyrics, I love the production and the lustrous beauty that is MJ’s voice- it was and is his voice that makes me cry when I listen to this song, yes I still cry.

Human Nature
[1st Verse]
Looking Out
Across The Night-Time
The City Winks A Sleepless Eye
Hear Her Voice
Shake My Window
Sweet Seducing Sighs

[2nd Verse]
Get Me Out
Into The Night-Time
Four Walls Won’t Hold Me Tonight
If This Town
Is Just An Apple
Then Let Me Take A Bite

[Chorus]
If They Say –
Why, Why, Tell ‘Em That Is Human Nature
Why, Why, Does He Do Me That Way
If They Say – Why, Why,
Tell ‘Em That Is Human Nature
Why, Why, Does He Do Me That Way

[3rd Verse]
Reaching Out
To Touch A Stranger
Electric Eyes Are Ev’rywhere
See That Girl
She Knows I’m Watching
She Likes The Way I Stare

[Chorus]
If They Say –
Why, Why, Tell ‘Em That Is Human Nature
Why, Why, Does He Do Me That Way
If They Say – Why, Why,
Tell ‘Em That Is Human Nature
Why, Why, Does He Do Me That Way
I Like Livin’ This Way
I Like Lovin’ This Way

[4th Verse]
Looking Out
Across The Morning
The City’s Heart Begins To Beat
Reaching Out
I Touch Her Shoulder
I’m Dreaming Of The Street

[Chorus]
If They Say –
Why, Why, Tell ‘Em That Is Human Nature
Why, Why, Does He Do Me That Way
If They Say – Why, Why,
Tell ‘Em That Is Human Nature
Why, Why, Does He Do Me That Way
I Like Livin’ This Way
[Repeat Chorus – Ad-Lib/Fade-Out]