They say silence is the best answer for a fool. They also say, if you do not clear the dirts under the rug, it will turn back to choke you.
THIS IS A LONG POST ALERT.
I was raised in poverty. My parents who are well educated, life kept throwing lemons at them and I joined them to watch these lemons thrown at us. My dad was a soldier and peace personnel with the Nigerian Navy. He was never in Nigeria because they kept posting him out of the country. My dad left Nigeria at age 13 when missionaries visited Nigeria and found out he was the brightest amongst his peers. He got his four degrees, two masters and became a Dr. When he got tired of working in India, he decided to return home and get married and met my mother.
During one of the wars he never returned for some years. We waited and waited and didn't see him. We were told he died. My mother who has always been a single mother became both a single mother and a potential widow. The Nigerian Navy asked us to do a non appearance burial but she refused. Navy quarters were we lived, at the junction my mother was frying Akara(bean cakes) and fried yams. Unfortunately one night, the navy wives came and threw her market away on the ground saying she's no longer a naval wife and she had no right using the space that belongs to those with rights. We were also asked to leave the quarters and ended up squatting with friends. She hustled and raised money for us to move out and next thing was the MKO Abiola riot that pushed us to the village. I remember that day, we sat down in a gwongwonro this tipper truck that has no coverage. She used her wrapper to cover is whenever the sun goes scorching. We got to the village and saw another hell from her in-laws. Different maltreatment and accusations. She had no choice than to start farming and fishing at the river Niger. Thank God, riot was over and we returned to Lagos and started life afresh. She managed to start selling tomatoes and pepper at Mile2 in Lagos and also got a job as a teacher. So she sells very early by 5.30 am, returns and prepares for school by 7.30. She kept doing this for some years and raised enough money to start doing Okrika business. Long story short we had no choice than to support her. I and my elder sister started hawking. I was hawking okrika clothes because I had sweet mouth to make you buy and my sister hawked cold kunu and zobo.
Finally my dad returned alive only to be told that rebels held them captive for years at Sierra Leone. He met us in poverty and joined us. He was also hawking ice cream then started okaada business then entered food business. To God be the glory, Nigerian Navy finally honoured him and he retired as a Naval Chief. My mom exceled so well in business and became an international business tycoon. She decided to rest and opened her company which she has been growing beyond expectations for over 15years.
Family of five, 3 are based abroad doing well as an engineer, a nurse and a special kids teacher. The last one, a chartered accountant that you all know is breaking grounds. So far, even at my level, I am the "poorest".
I joined a group called Amebo group and this group was created because people got tired of getting tagged to facebook drama.. So it was opened with the idea that instead of tagging, just bring the drama and everyone reads, discuss and go. We also used it as a medium to seek advise, to pour our mind out, to share our daily challenges. Even some members that were job hunting came for prayers and later testimonies followed. A group where you lose your phone and we contribute to get you another. A group where members in each state visit each other and even patronise their business. We were a small family. Unfortunately we had a snitch. Unfortunately this snitch sold us out. That selling out was what made most of you angry or rather disappointed in me. This same snitch who was a close friend of mine, kept telling me some people are planning to set me up. In her words, "they said how have you stayed this long on facebook without scandal". This is a friend that I can't count how many times I stood up for her and sacrificed alot for her. Unknown to me she was the one setting me up.
Now, for 3weeks, I had no rest. My messenger was on fire. I couldn't sleep well. I was branded a snitch and called different names which is the reason for this post. I am calling out two people and the rest I won't mention because I can't give relevance to any jobless fellow.
Chizoba Miracle Emenaha was a member and got removed for being a snitch. She came to ask me why she was removed and I told her. Next thing she's throwing insults up and down and I ignored. One day a post was brought to the group about those calling the group names and she was part of them busy throwing insults and shades. I made a comment calling her an ingrate and a fool. Someone took my comment and showed her and guess what she did? She made a post on her wall calling me names and said, "is it because of 10k she gave my daughter that she's calling me an ingrate? That is why I don't like taking things from all these facebook yeyebrities". I got to the office that day and Wi-Fi was on, I received her message requesting for my account details unknown to me that she has rubbished me on her wall. I was surprised and I asked her why? She sent the screen grab to me and asked why I said such about her when we aren't fighting. I explained to her why I called her those names and she didn't argue because she knew I was saying the truth. I still went further to apologise and said I was sorry about that. I decided to check my notifications only to see her post. I went back and laughed and said, so after making a post you came to interview me. Do me a favour, go and edit the part you mentioned your daughter. I hate involving innocent kids in adult drama. Feel free to enjoy the stage and be stupid but edit that part out because I gave that money to her from my heart. She went ahead and deleted the post instead of editing.
When the drama started, I kept receiving her posts and comments and this wall gecko kept calling me an evil woman and a runs girl. She went far to mention my parents and my kids which I don't take lightly. Chizoba comes from a home where they're girls and her father, a patriarchy mentality man, needed a son because to him, girls are useless "typical igbo man". He went and married her step mother and she bore his heart desires which made him abandon his daughters. This girl managed to see herself through school even though she's yet to be a confirmed graduate, before she got pregnant and had her beautiful daughter whom I have always loved. Well, that beautiful daughter is only beautiful to us and not her grand father. Chizoba kept telling whoever cared to read on her page that my parents are the ones taking care of my kids while I moved to Abuja to do runs because I heard that is where money is. I laughed. This poverty stricken wall gecko compared her miserable life to mine saying, me that provides shelter and take care of my daughter alone. You see I find that comment insulting. My father whenever he visits the village gets mocked by his friends saying, I have so so number of grandchildren. They brag and mock him because he can't even boast of one. When kids finally came, he became a proud grandfather. His joy knows no bounds. After I survived coma and moved to Lagos, my kids became their source of joy. Is it a crime to have parents that love your kids? Do you know how empty my parents house goes without them? When my kids come to spend holidays with me, I know how my parents fall sick because of loneliness after all their biological children aren't around. Chizoba , that you have a father that rejected you doesn't mean I have such a father. Mentioning my kids in your silly drama was the lowest thing to do. Sometimes I ask myself what I have done to you and you keep exposing yourself saying I called you an ingrate. I have even forgotten I gave that angel money if not that you mentioned it publicly. Next thing you go about lying to people that I announced giving you money. Lmao. You See, I am Jhoy and last thing I will ever do is make noise about the good I do. If you didn't talk about it no one would have known.
Something I did last year was what you mentioned in February. You spoke about paying rent and whatever. Trust me the last thing I will do is start mentioning bills I pay. But know it that the bills and salary I pay monthly can buy you on olx and bring change.
You went about calling me a runs girl that sleeps with all married men and I laughed. If I arrest you and drag the case to Lagos do you know you will die? Because your managing father who rejected you won't bail you out neither can your empty account save you. Why do you enjoy telling lies? To think that you're older than me and you act like a retard baffles me. Have you used your mirror? Do you see how you look like a rejected sacrifice? You go about defaming my character just because I called you an ingrate? Really? Worst of it all is that I apologised that day. But no, you won't rest. You still went ahead telling people I opened another account begging you. LMAO. Chizoba! Have you seen a lion beg a wall gecko? How does royalty stoop low to beg a slave? I kept quiet all these while because you weren't worth my noise. But I decided to talk tonight to put you in your place and clear the air.
I have never met you. I don't even discuss issues with you. Why you chose to tow this lane I don't know but I know for sure you're cursed by your village people. Chizoba when someone does good to you, no matter how people paint the person bad, because of that single kindness, you should reserve your opinion until you hear from the person. Between the both of us who looks more like a runs girl? You look like a retired sex worker.. Aunty gwegwegwe .
I narrated a little about me just to tell you that I am not suffering. I am not poor. I am not from a poor home. I have enough business ideas to feed me than my pussy will feed me. I don't need to do runs to survive. According to you, if my parents are taking care of my kids, tell me why should I do runs? This Abuja you people keep talking about I want to know if it is my spirit doing the runs. I have been in Lagos working for over 6months. First time I visited Abuja was to visit my school mother. Second time was to use the airport to fly to the UK. Third time which made me based there was my Nysc.
I don't hold any grudge against you and I don't have anything against you but please NEVER in your cursed miserable rejected life mention my kids or my parents in any of your silly posts. Go and blame your father for not practicing gender equality just as I blame my father for not being Dangote. Feel free to insult me. Call me names but don't say I didn't warn you. I don't know how to do facebook fight. I don't have the energy for it. I do my things physical. I have hawked on the streets of Lagos reason why I'm fearless and blunt. Respect your old age. You have sharp mouth and when I involve the police now you'll run. I am answering that runs girl with pride at least it is better than you that relocated from Lagos to Onitsha because of poverty.
Whenever you see this, feel free to print this post and use it as your CV. Count it an honour to be mentioned here.
I have said before, whoever involves my kids in any drama should be ready to watch their kids become servants to my kids. It is not a curse. It is natural. You speak evil behind an innocent person, that person becomes greater than you.
I have written the truth about your bitterness. If you like keep writing lies. You're always fond of chasing your destiny helpers away with your bad mouth.
I wish you well in your wig business. I'm glad you're making something out of your dried life. And you see those your friends supporting your madness, ask them to help you with a good body cream and vitamins so you stop looking like a corpse.
I shouldn't have gone this far but you pushed me by involving my family that can buy you and your 4th generation put together.
I am Azubuike Chinenye and my name is light. Without it, you can't shine.
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