Letter to my Mother-in-law

Dear mother-in-law,
How are you? I hope you are awesome. I know you’ll be filled with joy as you read this letter. I longed to write you a long time ago, but was waiting for the most favourable day, and this is the day.

First, I want to thank you inexhaustibly for the good job you did for me indirectly. Your son, Francis, possesses strong qualities of an ideal husband; he is faithful, hardworking, articulating, patient,funny, firm, lovable, prayerful and kind. From him, I learnt that you are a staunch disciplinarian; in fact, he has told me the tale of how you made him recite a bible passage daily when he was just 5, how you made him learn to go to bed at 9pm, and habitually wake up at 5am when he was just 6. I also learnt that he made his first meal at 8, which you intentionally made him do. I also, got to know that you thrice taught him to say ‘no’ when need be, and ‘yes’ when need be when he was just 7, and thereafter, you tested and confirmed he had learnt that. Francis learnt how to take care of his younger sister when he was just 7, during when you reminded him of one of his favourite Bible verses; ‘to love one another as Jesus loves him’.

He made me understand that his funny charisma was as a result of your reminding him that all work and no play, makes Francis a boring comedian. Moreover, what amazed me the most on hearing it, was the ingenious method you used in teaching him faithfulness when he was just 12; how you severally prepared varieties of delicious pots of soup, stocked in the fridge but conditioned him to eat just one variety and leave the rest for the visitors. I learnt you equally taught him never to ignore lending a hand when he could and should.

Sweet mother-in-law, all these you had put into my husband so many years ago, some you have forgotten, some you remember, but all, my Francis remembers and still practises till the time of writing this letter. He told me that one thing he loves you the most for was your struggle in showing him the way to a good marriage; (TAIA), The Answer Is Above. He jokingly said it took him a millennium to understand that acronym, lol.

Ma’am, you have not only produced a complete husband for me, but also, you have produced a complete father to our children, your grandchildren, thus; your legacy, I will follow, so that the trend becomes generational.
I admire you a lot Mama Francis, you are an embodiment of strength, wisdom and class, you are a great mother. I bless the day you heard the cry of my Francis, I bless that labour you experienced on the 7th day of June, 1988, at about 11:50pm. I love your son, I love you too mum.

Your daughter,
Gwen.
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The Prime Suspect (1)

Catherine was employed by the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI), Washington, D.C., United States, in 1990. She was a smart fellow with dexterity which made her the perfect applicant for the job. She came from a broken home; her mother was Indian, and her father; American. She had her primary education in Gran Hermao Academy, her college was in India, after which she returned to America to join the paramilitary. She lived her life longing to enjoy the privileges enjoyed by the rich, as she was from a working class family. She enjoyed watching the travelogue a lot because, it gave her the hope of taking part in such adventure. Her mother died of leukaemia, that was two years after her husband, Catherine’s father, divorced her to marry Gertrude, the unknown mistress. Catherine had three brothers, whose upbringing was so messed up owing to their parents’ continual rival, provocation and separation. Their mother’s death even made things worse for them.

The lucky Catherine was on her first assignment at All Hallows Hospital and Maternity. Information reaching the agency, revealed that this hospital, had records of child trafficking and displacement, and had taken up the task of doing a thorough investigation, and pinning the culprits down with judgement and punishment. In order to achieve this, Catherine, who was a very young lady with diverse personalities, had to get into the deepest secret of All Hallows so as to get evidence. She was to do a clean job with a lot of tape recordings and video clips; she had been well equipped for this. The first step to getting the information the agency needed was to be an insider; she had to work for the owner of the hospital.

It took about six months to complete the plan; first of all, she applied for the secretarial position when the opening was made, then, waited for an interview invite. She was interviewed with five other applicants, but her smartness, versatility, and outspokenness, gave her the job. She knew she was going to enjoy the job, but she didn’t fail to forget that, she was on a course also.

The first day at All Hallows was quite interesting to her. She sat next to Dr Richard, the prime suspect. His hospital had been in existence for over twenty five years, but with so much evil underneath it’s ground. Catherine’s job description went beyond sitting and typing, it’s part of her duty to be all around her boss, more of his personal assistant. She graced the round table with an aura of confidence; that’s exactly who Dr Richard needed; “with time, I would be introducing her to the real business”, sure she’d be trusted”, he thought.

Her first trip to London was amazing. It was a conference with the Medical Board of Directors. Though she got caught with fun after the conference in the Royal Castle, she didn’t fail to record the secret conversation between Dr Richard and Dr Alphonsus, his business partner. The most amazing part of the trip to her was the time she had with the prince of Norway, who was on a tour in the Castle. “Hi!”, The prince greeted, beaming with smile as he came closer to Catherine, with his right hand stretched out. “It’s quite snowy here, lady, would you mind lending me your coat?” “That will be exactly inconsiderate of you Mr, asking the weaker sex for her coat in the midst of ‘cold’ icefalls”. “Weren’t you taught to be considerate, huh?” She asked with winks. “Yes! I’m considerate young lady! Just your coat and you’ll be warm”, the prince responded sharply. “Ok, let’s see how it goes”. He took the coat from her cold hands and threw it to the sky. “Come here”, he said, and he quickly lifted her from the ground, and pressed her in his bosom. “You look quite confident,may I know you?”. “I’m Jenna Jose, an accountant and tourist”. “I’m Douglas, an economist and tourist too”, the duke reciprocated the introduction. (The two sat by the fireplace inside the Castle where the prince had brought Catherine into during the whole period). They talked and chatted, with each of them being careful enough not to reveal his/her real identity.

How Well Do You Know Yourself?

Two friends engaged in a long argument about how well they know themselves. One of them said: “I know myself so well that I can’t take bribe or involve in corruption”. The other boasted thus: “No matter the height I find myself tomorrow, I can never look down on the poor”. These two friends in the heat of the argument, dared each other to live up to what they had boasted about.

Some years later, the first one who was rest assured that he wouldn’t take bribe nor practise corruption, got an appointment with Nigeria Customs Service, and was asked to resume duty. He was grateful for the job, and told himself that he was going to prove to his doubting friend that he’s not as corrupt as other Nigerians. “I am totally different from every other person, and I’m going to prove to the world that I can make a difference”, he told himself.

Some contraband goods were seized and stopped from being transported to their destination. He was to deposit the goods in the appropriate store for eventual disposal, instead, he liaised with the importer behind and agreed to release the goods if he could pay the sum of 1,000000 naira. The importer bargained with him and he ended up taking the sum of 800,000 naira from him. He thanked his stars for making him 800,000 naira richer.

His friend who vowed never to look down on the poor got promoted as the Chief Medical Director in a Federal Teaching Hospital. He had worked in this position for over 6 months with a lot of benefits including three security officers who followed him around. One day, he met his secondary school mate who had brought his sick mother to his private hospital. His classmate called his name and greeted him with much familiarity: “You are the doctor we’ve been waiting for! Thank God you are here”. He answered him formally and requested that his mother be brought in for consultation. ” Your mother needs to be operated on and you have to make some deposits before that”, he told his classmate who was poorly dressed, with disdain. “All right doc, but please accept the sum I have here, once you commence the operation, I’ll run around to get the money to complete the deposit”, he pleaded. “Does this place look like a charity home? Or do you think that it’s water I use in running this hospital? My friend, if you are not ready to save your mother’s life, kindly leave this this place and don’t come back”, the doctor said with so much hatred in his voice. His classmate who had managed teaching jobs after his university education, and was still making efforts to get a better job, left the hospital with his mother, devastated.

Footnotes
Let’s ponder on this story… Let’s not be in a haste to acclaim ourselves impeccable… Let’s also try our best to live up to our expectations.

August Greetings

Here we are, privileged to see the breaking of the first day of August, 2019. Are we not highly favoured? Are we not blessed? Are we not the apples of God’s eyes? We are to show gratitude to the One who made this so. We are to be very appreciative of this true love shown to us by the most superior being. Last night, many gave up the ghost, many fell victims of human wickedness, many woke up to bad news, many woke up with no hope of seeing the next minute, but you who are saved, why don’t you show gratitude? Please, count your blessings, I implore you! And you shall see all the Lord has done for you. For me, I shall show gratitude and not attitude.

For we have all sinned, therefore, are not worthy of His love, we plead for mercy and forgiveness. He who loves us, is faithful and just to forgive us. Because He loves, His blood will set us free from sin.

As we step out this day, the first day of the month of August, 2019, we don’t know all that’s going to happen, but He who has set us apart, knows all, therefore, let Him take over, may His will be done this day.

Show love to everyone! Be kind to all! Comfort the broken hearted! Make a soul joyful today! Don’t be greedy! Don’t bring sorrow to people! Confide in God! Don’t think suicide! Don’t plan evil! Don’t instigate anger, jealousy, confusion, enmity, disunity! Be an instrument of peace! Help someone who can’t pay you back today! Meditate on God’s love! Use kind words! Stay focused!

Chase your dreams with optimism! Work harder than you did yesterday! Work smarter as well! Think reasonably! Make wise decisions! Take reasonable risks! Remain graceful! Remember, whatever act you get involved in, be sure you can take responsibilities of that act, if you can’t, then don’t do the act…Don’t be a liable to the people around you!

We wish us a beautiful August!!! With so much sauce!!!

When Life Hits You…

What I learnt unconsciously last few years, but fortunately, got the perfect quote to express it few days ago from a dear friend: “Never mock a pain you have not endured, because, when life hits you, you may become everything you ever criticized”.

We are always very quick to talk about people’s mistakes, bad deeds, improper behaviours, negative reactions, etc, forgetting that we too might do worse than they did if put in the same condition. Therefore, inasmuch as we shouldn’t encourage ills, we should also try not to mock the “seemingly weaker ones”, who found themselves battling with these ills.

For instance, a young lady who takes in out of wedlock, (especially in this part of the world where we are obsessed with spirituality), becomes an object of mockery and bad example to other ladies whose own acts have not got them exposed. For some “holier than thou group of people”, she is wayward, a disgrace, and a loose girl. They will justify their condemnation with the position that she ought to keep herself for her husband, and not sleeping with her so-called boyfriend(s). They are right to say that anyway! On the other hand, what then do we say about the “lucky” ones who didn’t take in after rounds of sexual intercourse with numerous boyfriends, and the “smart” ones who cleared there mess before anyone could know about it? Do we call them righteous, blameless?

Also, we are fast to condemn the religious who unfortunately got involved in scandals, especially the ones associated with sexual immorality. The truth is that no vice is worth commending, however, no defaulter is worth crucifying, because, everyone has a pain he/she battles with on a daily basis. The only thing that makes us holy in the sight of others is the secrecy of our individual pains and struggles. Be not surprised that the group of people who criticize more, are the ones who do more evil and conceal them with their last drop of sweat.

Another instance is seen in the lives of married women who haven’t conceived yet. On seeing this category of people, the first thing that we think about is how many abortions they have done that rendered their wombs useless. In reality, virgins have issues with conception as well. So, could they have committed abortions and still retained their virginity? May be those virgins who mock them will have to stop by the time they get married and have to wait for years longer than those they mocked before they get to conceived.

Show me a lonely soul, and I will show you human who yearns for companionship. Loneliness is an instigator of vices. Have you thought about the real reason why people commit suicide? I have! Loneliness is the mother reason. If that lonely soul could find comfort in just one person, suicide wouldn’t have crossed his mind. The same goes with “some” people who have become objects of scandal mostly associated with sexual immorality.

In sum, I believe we can reduce the pain of others by not mocking them in their struggles and failures. Most times, when we are hit by life, we become everything, virtually everything we ever criticized.