What Else Should a Family Look Like?

Last year, the journey of graduate studies started. The need to return to the root arose, and in safety, the return was made so that progress shall begin.

Fate brought us together…Praise, Nneoma, Faith, Cynthia, Olivia, Goodluck, Frances, Lydia(Nne nwa), Sunday and myself, Genevieve. All but two of us, had graduated from the same institution, in different years.

Eventually, we built a family, unkown to us that we were doing so. The family effortlessly became bonded in love. How this happened, is inexplicable, the only thing I know is that we unconsciously were looking out for each other. We didn’t fail to call the sick ones, the troubled and emburdened ones, the ones absent from classes to inform them that classes had started; we’ve even barely spent a semester.

On this day, one of us, Goodluck marked his birthday. Prayer was said for him in union, good wishes were sent to him on our whatsapp group, his refreshment was fondly eaten, lovely photos and videos were taken; it was indeed memorable.

None of us are related, none of us were classmates during the undergraduate studies, we came as different individuals from diverse social background and the rest of it, but one thing is peculiar with us; we’ve built a family bond.

That is my definition of family. The definition of family to me is “a group of distinct individuals, unrelated by any ties, but are united in love, having the common goal of protecting one another’s good interest, and working in unity to achieve their set goals”.

If only every member of a given group, be it social group, academic group, religious group, can put selfishness aside, we will see a family in each other, and our world will be a better abode.

Here’s Danny Isibor(Grade 3), the Crowned Miss Phonics for the week, reading a short write-up in English with the British accent. #We nurture them, we teach them, we groom them, so they can become models for their contemporaries…and now, we teach them the speech sounds of English; they learn to speak better, and in fact, develop the British accent, and inevitably, sound more British, and at the same time, they don’t abandon their local languages, they speak them, and we encourage them, even more.

How Many Hands Have You Lent?

What makes us fulfilled isn’t our achievements or the number of our material possessions. We live for a common purpose: to touch lives and make impacts on our world. Hence, we begin from our families, and step further into other families, the roadside, schools, hospitals; everywhere the human person is found.

We can touch lives in distinct ways: Heartwarming the lukewarm, spending time with the lonely, smiling with the saddened, listening to the heavy-laden, brightening up those who weep, feeding the hungry, serving a drink to the thirsty, educating the ignorant, counselling those in doubts, lending a hand; the list continues.

Sometime, in the previous week, I was on my way to visit the sick in the hospital (assigned to me by my religious group), as I was about going into the bus I waved down, one of the passengers came down from the bus. Though I made way for her in order not to collide with me, she insisted on passing through the tight corner, and brushed against me, with no remorse shown. The thought of her act ran through my mind, I shoved and took a seat on the bus. It was after then, and with my listening to her asking someone to help cross her over to the other side of the road, so she could take a bus to Enugu, that I took a close look on her; instantly, I realized she’s visually impaired. Moved with compassion, I came down from the bus, and offered to help her, since no one was ready to assist her. We eventually crossed over, with her bag, walked some distance, and waited for the bus that picked her. I bade her bye and wished her well. She was very grateful.

I felt more fulfilled than I did when I achieved my personal goals, and I reminded myself of the need to lend more helping hand. And I told myself that I need to do more of ‘this’, and I’ll do it over and over until there’s nothing more to do, and my records become outnumbered.

Truthfully, putting smiles on faces, is a more rewarding and fulfilling achievement. We need one another!

How many hands have you lent?

The Prime Suspect (3)

Sitting on the bed, Catherine read the translations of the coded information earlier gotten from Dr Richard’s computer. “Hi Dr Richard, deal breached! trust lost! attack awaiting! sender; Clinton. She wondered why Mr Clinton would send such a message to Dr Richard, and what deal they had. Bent on finding out the truth, she thought of a way to penetrate Mr Clinton.

Catherine made up her mind to pay Clinton a special visit. She thought: “I will buy him champagne, and pretend to celebrate my family’s reunion with him, I would dress quite beautifully, look charming and be very lovely with everything I do in there. I will make him consume enough wine to make him tipsy, so that in his subconsciousness, he will disclose the information I need, when I probe him”. While still in deep thought, her telephone rang; her brother was on the other end, with the news of Gertrude’s involvement in plane crash. She dropped the phone with a pitiable look, feeling sorry for her father’s mistress. An hour later, she had reached Mr Clinton’s house and was about knocking at the door when she had Dr Richard’s voice in the background. She decided to listen attentively. “The baby is sound and safe, it is not in my personality to hurt an innocent baby, you are the one who had breached the trust, not the baby. Pay me the agreed amount, and I will not reveal your secrets”. “I have no secrets Clinton, all of the recordings you possessed were destroyed a month ago”. You have no idea how much of your secrets I know with concrete evidence, kindly pay me, and I will let you have the baby, and seal my lips”. At that point, Dr Richard pulled out a pistol from his coat, the door was pushed open with three policemen arresting Mr Clinton and Dr Richard.

Catherine travelled to Norway to see Prince Douglas. The young man was ignorant of the circumstances surrounding his birth and Parenthood. Catherine, whose mission was to inform the uninformed and fight for justice, revealed to the Prince all he needed to know about himself. Since Gertrude was late, he would pay a visit to her family and get United with them. His foster parents, together with Dr Richard, Dr Alphonsus, and Mr Clinton were charged to court, and prosecuted for child trafficking.

The Prime Suspect (2)

Back to America, Catherine played the audio recordings in her room; it was a record of the conversation between Dr Richard and Dr Alphonsus, his business partner. Their conversation centred on Douglas, the Prince of Norway. His Noble parents had made a secret arrangement to have him as their son many years ago. Dr Richard and Dr Alphonsus made their dream come through. The executed plan remained buried until Catherine came into the scene. The recording she played in her room revealed the real identity of Douglas. In their discussion, Dr Richard and his partner reminded themselves of the evil act they took part in twenty-eight years ago, as they drank and celebrated their acquisition of a fortune in the last business which took place the same they attended the conference. At the delivery of Gertrude of her baby, the secret child traffickers paid her off as she disappeared, and her son was handed over to the nobles who had paid hugely as agreed. Catherine decided not to disclose it to the FBI as was instructed.

Catherine reported to Mr Clinton, her group head, pretending to be with no information as she concealed the little she had. That night, Mr Clinton left his laptop on top of the couch where the group sat to rest. He was the only one who had access to it, unknowingly to him that Catherine had watched him closely while he accessed it. She frantically copied the information she needed to her flashdrive, and left just immediately, so that no one noticed her presence. She had hardly trusted Clinton because of his somewhat dubious nature. The information she gathered revealed that Dr Richard was hunted, not by the FBI, but by Clinton himself; the reason, she could not unravel. Catherine finally decided to play the game her own way; she would pretend to work for the FBI to remain safe, while she works for Dr Richard so as to get all the information she needed.

In the evening of Wednesday, the busiest day at All Hallows Hospital, a group of masked armed men, broke into the hospital with a volley of shots. Nurses, caregivers and hospital attendants running from the scene, collided, Catherine ran quickly into Dr Richard’s office with a little boy whose mother had abandoned while running for her life. One of the armed men, rushed into the delivery room, and out again into the the general room, with a newborn in his arm. Dr Richard was nowhere to be found until the chaos ceased. Later, that same day, Catherine hacked into Dr Richard’s personal computer. The data she found were in volumes, but she was unable to decode them. In order not to be suspected by Dr Richard, she decided to stay down and not question the incidence that took place that day. She stealthily did her investigations.