In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Agree to Disagree.”
As Nigeria prepares for her 2015 General Elections, and with the very fragile socio economic state of the country, things are shaky, and relationships are not left out.
Two weeks ago, my visiting uncle took to Facebook to express his angst about the situation, hehe. While he supports the opposition party, my mum and I (who he expects to know better) support the ruling party, which he blames for the state of the country today. He was even considering dissolving our blood ties! Thankfully, DNA cannot be altered, hehehe.
That’s the thing, though. We shouldn’t argue to win, like there’s some prize money at stake. There isn’t. Instead, let’s form some sort of compromise, and it’s not with just politics. I really don’t believe any situation or person is all bad.
Most Nigerians find the present government irresponsible, and they’re not completely wrong. But then this government has quite a number of laudable feats under its belt, and while everyone clamours for change, let’s remember Biblical Israel, who in their desire for change, cried out to God for a king, and got Saul, and were disappointed. Hehehe. I went all preachy on you for a minute there.
Anyways, this is a defining moment for Nigeria, a very serious make or mar situation. More than anything, she needs our prayers. And as we discuss our options, please let our words be seasoned with salt. It’s really not about what party deserves to win, it’s about preserving the soul of Nigeria, and doing our best to ensure that the elections are free and fair, and void of violence.
I’m not going to talk about who is better suited for the job of President, I’m in enough trouble already. I’m more interested in introducing to you some new things. There’s actually so much to talk about, I guess I’ll be blogging all night.
Anyways, here’s to a successful general election process. Here’s to free and fair elections, good leadership and an end to violence. Here’s to a greater Nigeria. Now, somebody say hear hear!
She had died. She was too sure of it. She had died and gone to heaven. There was no other explanation for the way she was feeling. It was a heady, otherworldly giddiness, much too unreal for words, and only in heaven could one find such a perfect blend of happiness. So yes, she was in heaven and Okedike was God. To look in his eyes was to lose oneself in the exquisite waters of the river Euphrates, the one that flowed right out of Eden, or was it the throne room of God? Right now, in this moment, Halima couldn’t care less. He was here, in her bed, and she could find no better description of heaven. Nor could she think of anything that mattered more.
Time with Okedike was beyond precious to her. He was married, you see, and even though he never failed to profess his undying mad passionate love for her, he always had to go home to his wife. There were days though, weekends when he could get away under the guise of business trips, and they would spend their time mostly in the comfort of Halima’s plush apartment. Occasionally, they took their affair to a guest house owned by Okedike’s best friend. This was one of those weekends. Halima had kept her fingers crossed, not sure that he could get away. There was a lot going on at the engineering firm he co-founded with Nnamdi, his best friend. On top of that, his missus had been complaining about her health for a couple of days, and it was hardly the time to abandon ship and leave her home alone.
His missus. She didn’t know it, but the languorous smile she wore had slowly morphed into a worried frown under Okedike’s watchful gaze. God knew she had nothing against the very fragile beauty that was his wife, but it didn’t stop Halima from resenting the fact that she had to share him with another woman. It didn’t matter that they were married. Okedike had married Flora – the missus was called Flora – six years ago, and in the same amount of time, they had been trying to get pregnant, but Flora had not been able to carry any of her eight pregnancies to term. The doctors had blamed it on chromosomal abnormalities, trust them to have a name for everything. The first time he bedded her however, it was an instant hit. Sadly though, she had to get rid of it, God have mercy. It was too early in their relationship, and Okedike didn’t think it would be fair to Flora. Neither did she, truth be told. But that’s why she knew, on a subliminal level that Okedike was hers. She knew it in a way that she couldn’t explain. She might never be his missus, but he belonged to her. And who was she to say never? Never say never, right?