The Hit

They say one is not yet dead if the sound is heard, what use is life if you can see its end? 

Differing thoughts ran through his mind. A Map of an unknown world was being drawn on the floor, it freely flowed, fluid like Tai Chi movements on canvas. It wasn’t the sexy he had come to adore on his woman’s lips, nor the gorgeous he saw in his mother’s rose chintz gown. It was a pool of his blood, a map of death. 

Oh, that faultless woman, where had she gone wrong? Where in her ethics did she not teach well?  He remembers the strokes, the 12 on his bare back. “Tunde, I love you, ” she’d  say; “But you won’t hold a Gun someday, not on my life”. Her prophesy was fulfilled. He never held a gun as long as she lived. That wonderful woman passed away couple of years back under circumstances that are still sketchy in his thoughts.

He feels his fingers go cold, stiff and numb. His heart beat hastened, then began to slow as the seconds passed by, each getting shorter as the interval between heart beats grew farther apart, just like his mother’s ethics had departed from him. 
“Ibro, I get this hit wey dey confirm, 700k easy for us to share.”

“700k, for where?” “Where this info come from? ”

“I been dey gist with Garba when him mention say him oga go withdraw money for share for them boys whey help am beat that opposition man.” 

“Nice one, the kind brockage wey dis change era don put man pikin for, I no mind any kind package now fah.”

As Tunde listened to Ibro and Dolapo converse making no bother to involve him, a surge of hot blood sprang up his throat. A need for adventure. He had joined the gang not long ago and isn’t due for such big projects. It did not matter that he was always there to help put the plans together for them.

“Guys, I want to go out today, I need the high.”

He takes in another breathe, laboured as it is, blood and air splash out off his chest, he should be dead by now if the bullet had passed just an inch lower through his heart, he probably would have started his judgement, with angel Gabriel bringing in his book of wrongs,  that is, if those stories his mother told were true or probably, just passed away into nothingness, a dark abyss of the unknown. Which ever would be prefered, saved from this moment of pain. 
No one knows how it went wrong, the sirens were heard, a husky voice had spoken into a megaphone or whatever Nigerian police use to make announcement and from there, panic set in.
“Ibro, did you set us up?” Kunle had asked in the frenzy. 
“Me? Which kine yarn be this? Why I come dey hold gun with wuna?  abi na so I foolish reach?”
“My children, just drop your gun and surrender.”
“Shut up old woman!” Kunle had commanded. 
“Your end is here, surrender and face the mus…”
Her sentence ended mid way as Kunle, in his “Let-The-Bullet-Talk” mood fired a shot. 
“Guy, if today is the day I die, I won’t go down alone.’  Four more shots were fired, two children and a housemaid.

He tried to move a limb but the weight of his own appendage could not be bared. His sights got blurred and just as he was about to give up the ghost he heard his name.

Kunle! Kunle!! The voice initially sounding from a distance was now close by. 

Kunle!!! That was when it flashed across his face.  Light. 


I Remember

I remember when I hated holidays
Didn’t want to come home, will rather be out
I’ll pray resumption time comes fast
To leave for school and not have to face you
I remember that I loved to travel
I did and still do but you were more motivation
I remember when I got 3 months of holidays after 2 years stay in school
I was happy I passed my MBBS exams yet sad I’ll be home for that long
So I picked the elective posting letter even when real clear I could avoid it

I remember Mum’s call telling me you were ill
You had a severe headache
Was referred from Doma to Dalhatu Araf Specialist Hospital Lafia where I was doing my elective posting
I remember I came to see you immediately
Did the best I could do
With my ward coat routines where faster
Made sure someone attended to you fast and ran to and fro to get you a folder

I prayed you get better on a daily basis
Yet avoided coming to see you as much as I could
I loved you – I never stopped
I just disliked being with you as we had little in common
To make matters worse you were sick and depressed
An environment I avoid whenever I can
Thank God mum was with you while step mum took care of the kids at home
You got better then worse, relapse ‘pon relapse
You were stabilized then referred to Jos University Teaching Hospital
To get a CT Scan and aid confirming diagnosis
DASH had done it’s best to stabilize you
Now JUTH must diagnose and give better care

I remember when Mummy called me again
You had collapsed on arrival in JUTH
I remember my journey from kaduna to Jos
Filled with thoughts upon thoughts-how did we get here ?

I remember growing up You loved me I loved back
You were proud of me, you were my hero too
I remember how you trained me with love yet firm
I’ll cry and cry but you won’t stop the lessons till I learned
I remember always being atop in my class
Famed the youngest and best-always bullied by mates
But at home you comforted and taught that the best is all I must always be.
I have a great passion to learn; You did too, always read, so I got that from you
You did your best to give me the best and that help made me who I am and who I aim to be

I remember when the anger started to build
Then came secondary school – drove us farther apart
Thinking about it I realize how a simple misunderstanding can lead to war
I remember my resolve to bring an end to it all I stayed with you for a while. Spoke to you as it lasted
Then I had to leave for lafia again
I prayed for you and looked forward to seeing you home
That did happen but I saw your body alone
You spirit had left… For the better home

I remember your last words to me
“Where God is, You should be. Where He isn’t, You should leave.
You can take care of the family, God is with you.
You are just 21years old, yes I know, but I also know you can”

It’s a year now Dad since you left to be with the Lord but memories of the great times we had stay with us. We always miss you, some hard times make it even more so but the resilience and “never give up” spirit you taught us help us overcome. Onyeka and Ojito are growing up strong and I wish you could see the joy expressed in smiles on their faces when they play. I love you dad. I always will but God loves you more.

In loving memory of
Mr Abraham Likita Ojito
1962 to July 29th, 2013

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How To Love (B)

I hope you haven’t forgotten how this interesting story began but if you did please visit How to love(A)to refresh your memory before you continue. If you haven’t, let the story continue…

… His story had changed. Who is this? He asked himself. He has always had to roam around for kilometers before finding a pack. All around knew to stay away from his territory. They might fall prey someday they all knew and have perfected the will to postpone such occurrence. Who then is this who have run directly into his territory and saw to wallow in his fields?



The bird glide into her view again and shortly after another followed, its mate possibly. It looked as though they had plan to tease her, to flaunt their unity in the face of her disappointment with the opposite sex. She blinked her eyelids but they were still dry. She needed to weep, tears to drop-burdens to drop



He took a step forward, it was far from majestic. The animals around have perfected evading his kind for too long free meals have become possibilities none ever expected. The sight of one before him now raised his suspicion. He moved closer and saw she was still breathing, faintly, but she was still alive. He drew a step backwards, took a deep breathe, roared, louder than he can ever remember and pounced.



He shrieked with fear on hearing the thunderous sound. He had followed her from a distance after she passed him. He had seen her cross the stream, the territory, over to the land unknown and mooed out to her of the danger but she hadn’t stopped. He had ran to catch up with her but who could chase after the fastest of the pack, and catch up? A thought had come up in his mind to give up when she fell and just when he tried to discard the thought he had seen the predator and stopped still. He had no time to think, just to act. His limbs made to run away but his heart made to help. He pushed his hooves to the ground and lowered his head, directing his horns forward he moved.



When she heard the lion roar, she was neither afraid nor did the rhythm of her heart beat change. She had thought it was the end and was willing to embrace it. He had sunk his humongous canines into her right biceps but had gone no further as a bull appeared from nowhere and took the beast over.

Moments later she regained some strength and managed to stand. Both THE PREDATOR and THE ROMANTIC where taking their last breath.


The gray haired man cleared his throat, “…and this is the end of my story” he said.

“It is a good story, grandpa, but I do not like that that bull died trying to save someone who dumped him. She did not deserve it” said Tolu, the youngest among Pa James audience

Grandpa James smiled and replied, “We all have someone who loves us so much, we can never deserve”

How To Love (A)

Her heart pumped hard and fast, the wind blew into her heavy eyes – drops of tears flew in the air. She wouldn’t stop, yet no idea sprung in her mind where she was running to or in whose territory she now was in. She just kept running, running from what she just saw. How could he? Why would he choose to hurt her this way?
Her sight blurred out and she felt dizzy, the world spun and all went blank.
She opened her eyes to the sight of a beautiful blue sky. A bird glide in the sky. She kept her eyes fixed on it, watched it fly, she wished she could too; fly away from her sorrows, away from the tears and pain.
But she couldn’t. She had no wings. Even if she did, some things can’t just be left behind. Some sight can’t be forgotten. They just go with you, glued to every beat of your heart. She blinked her eyelids to let another tear drop but none did. She had cried all her tears out.
She tried to lift herself up but was hindered by a sharp pain. The picture of what had happened to her stretched in her imagination as though she watched it happen to someone else. Her left shoulder had borne the weight of her whole body. The pain she felt was like that from a thorn driven into left shoulder and dragged through to her lower ribs. She had run so far, so fast her limbs couldn’t take her any faster, any farther. She made to raise herself up again, it was futile, her limbs only shook, they had lost all strength. They had given up on her.

He smiled. A smile that longed for what he saw. A ram and ewe enjoying a meal together. That simple act made him long for the moment he’d find his special one. One he could share his life with too.
He thought he had found that sometime ago. The day he went to the gushing spring to get a drink with his best pal the pack’s favorite, but it was never to be as the favorite of all didn’t cease to get the favour of the beauty he saw that day. Who wouldn’t want the attention of the one with the longest and curviest horn of all in the pack? One with hump so large only he can carry?
He made to swallow the cud he just finished chewing then she sped by. The cloud of dust that accompanied her made him wonder if it was just one person that had passed. As the dust settled and his vision of her got better he saw it was her. The love of his life who had gotten bond with another. The one he was just thinking about.

His belly churned. He hadn’t had a decent prey in a long while. The heat had driven them all southwards and he hadn’t enough strength to trek too far away from his kingly cave in a quest for bigger meals. He longed for that but would rather manage little than trek in the heat. He picked up the bone left from his last prey and crushing it with his massive molars lifted his head to allow better passage for the pieces. As he lifted his head, he heard the sound of hooves. He turned his head to the direction of the sound and saw her approaching. He could sense she was tired and right in the process of his analysis he saw her fall. Was it his longing for a sumptuous meal that made his imagination go wild or was this real? He thought. He closed his eyes for a few seconds then opened them but she was still there.

Let’s continue our story How to love(B)

The Walk Out…

He walks down the street observing, he hasn’t walked this long in a while. He notices two men about his age sitting on a bench just long enough for two of them to sit comfortably, under the enormous mango tree. He has history with that tree. He had broken his lower left canine after he fell from that same tree when he was seven, about twenty-three years earlier in his hunger for a mango fruit that turned out unripe, coincidentally the two young men are sitting just at the spot he had fallen long ago. He walked to the two young men.
“Guys what’s up? How wuna dey?” He asked, stretching his right hand towards the darker fellow of the two whose build alleged he was a manual worker.
“Baba we fine oh. Men just dey chill small after man hustle”, replied the other fellow, trying to avoid an awkward moment of silence as his companion seems dazed and just gone dumb as though hit by an imaginary tranquilizer. He returned the hand shake.
“I just wan know if any place dey wey I fit watch arsenal match around here”, Inquired Uche.
“No wahala. Just walk down this road till you reach one container wey dem dey sell recharge card, you go see one lungu by the left side, follow am go till you reach one zinc house after one small field. Dem de show football there”, Hamza answered with every of his word associated with a gesture.
“Thank you”, Uche said and left.
“No be that rich man wey dey drive hummer pass be that?” Emeka, who seemed to have awoken from his trance asked with a puzzled look on his face. His face always looked puzzled anyways.
Hamza burst into a throaty laugh. Just when it seemed he was about to get serious he burst into another phase of laughter until this time, his stomach couldn’t hold any longer and felt like it was going to explode.
“How you go even think like that? Na wetin you been dey think wey make you look like imbecile when him wan shake you?” Hamza asked, still laughing. “How that chief go leave him house wey get all kind satellite and twenty-four hour light comot with three-quarter jeans and T-shirt come waka alone to find where to watch match?”
“Ahn ahn! Na him you come dey laugh me like say I be fool? Him really look like the chief sha. E fit be him younger brother”, Emeka replied.
“Even sef, him younger brother no go comot to find where to watch match. Na just look alike”. Hamza replied, and after a short pause continued; “maybe him get that new sickness wey the cure na to sit for heat for two hours with dorty boys”. Hamza burst into another round of laughter.
Emeka looked at him with an eye that seemed to say; “how on earth is what you just said funny?”
Uche brought out his phone from the right knee pocket of his shorts but looked back as he made to unlock it and wondered why the less built of the two was laughing so heartily. He then thought on the excuse he had given to end his planed but failed attempt to hang out with the two when he noticed the bigger guy’s unwelcoming demeanour as he arrived. He could have cracked a joke to loosen the guy up and assuage his insecurity towards talking to a millionaire his own age. Anyways, he wouldn’t let anything hamper his mood. His favourite Mark Wahlberg’s line from “the other guys” popped in his head; “I’m a peacock, let me fly”. He continued walking down the road admiring the surrounding. He saw beauty in the uncut grass, a sight that on another day might have been an eyesore. The bleached blue colour of the sky seemed unusually attractive making him wish he took a picture with his Samsung note three. The smell of wet dust from the heavy rain, the day before, refreshed him. He took a lung full and gave out a heavy sigh of relief. Deja vu. He remembers this feeling from before.

Yes! Six years ago was the last time he remembers being this happy and optimistic about the future. He was so happy and optimistic all he saw was the positive and good. He walked into a muddy pool ankle length as he was blind to negatives and couldn’t see the “bad” puddle. He was walking home from an interview that had gone really well, or so he thought, that day.
He had walked in tall, shoulders square and chin raised. His gait showed confidence and was in longer strides than he normally took, he couldn’t have been sloppy. He was well dressed, to the “T”. A female interviewer had complimented him on walking in.
“Thank you. I learnt from your workers. If I hadn’t known other important facts about your company like hard work and diligence, my first reply will be your workers dress well, if asked what I know about your company.”
“That is flattering” she had replied.
“Good day sir!”, “Good day ma!” he had greeted each of the interviewers accordingly on the other side of the conference table shaking them all firmly with a strong yet gentle eye contact. A smile never unglued from his face. There was six of them, two beautiful ladies. He remembers vividly
As the interview went on he remembered thinking, wondering actually how he had suddenly gained all the confidence he exuded. Just moments before then he had been overly dosing himself with Wikipedia articles-“how to develop confidence”, “how to talk in front of an audience”, “how to look charismatic”, “how to this”, “how to that”- whatever “how to” he felt could help with his interview. Some he had read trice, some five times as he sometimes felt he wasn’t comprehending. He was too cautious to read any just once. Now all he had read play themselves out in his actions as though he authored them, all hail the Mighty Guru Subconscious mind.
He had gotten an email three days after the interview from the company and the five or so minutes from the notification to reading the mail had been the longest in his memorable life. His heart had galloped like a thousand horses, his hands shook like a millet grain on the aged local grinding engine his mum always sent him to grind beans for the family Wednesday night “Alele”(moin-moin) when she was alive. If it weren’t for his tremors the anxiety moment would have lasted longer. In his tremor he had pressed a button on his third-hand Blackberry Curve revealing the message;
“We appreciate your time in making yourself
available for the company’s interview.
We regret to inform you though that the
vacancy has been occupied by a more qualified
applicant. Please try us again some other time.”
His initial thought as the dust raised by a thousand horses prevented lucid thinking was to slam the phone on the floor. No, get a sledge hammer and smash the phone then pick the pieces and flush down the toilet. Luckily for him he was able to wade through the dust and realize that action wouldn’t hurt the company in any way.
He found out later that by “more qualified” they meant the other guy has the same second class upper degree on his certificate but from a foreign university. The name of which he heard for the first time with that gist, hasn’t come across ever since and can’t even remember. He had been bitter. Would he have gotten that job if he had a first class? If his lecturers hadn’t called him and a few others in his class just before they graduated to tell them “you all merited a first class but wouldn’t be given one as we your lecturers graduated with second classes, and you will disrespect us if we give you a first class and you return for post graduate” but instead gave each of the students what they deserved, would he have gotten the job? Some questions never get answered. Those didn’t.

Uche was jacked back into the present as a reckless driver drove too wide into the pedestrian area and almost hit him. He was startled and dropped his phone. The driver made no effort to stop and inquire if all was well his narrowly escaped victims as he accelerated more. Uche made to pick his phone and smiled at the site of his lock screen photo. Executives of a company at their five year anniversary with the company’s Chief Executive Officer (C.E.O). The company he had started five years ago, about a year after that faithful interview. The C.E.O Uche Okadigbo Mbamalu. The picture was taken earlier on that faithful day he decided to leave the comfort of his air-conditioned house and hummer jeep to spend the evening how he usually spent it in his early twenties.

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Taking a leap…

I took a glance at my left wrist for the time, there was nothing. After all the time i spent ensuring i look debonair, I had forgotten to wear my wristwatch. Anyways, i continued into the bookshop i had heard so much about. Water-in-the-desert bookshop i heard had the best collection of comic books, novels, cards and whatever one could give as gift. As i stepped gracefully in my newly learned and enthusiastically practiced model steps through the front door, i realized just for a second, just for a tiny little second that i had never walked in there before and i couldn’t even remember what i came to the bookshop for.

“Don’t worry bro, just walk in and you just might find something nice to acquire”; my inner self advised.

Truly the bookshop lived up to my expectations. The hype i had gotten from Terfa and Edet wasn’t over emphasized. As i walked through well arranged columns of bookshelves, i caught sight of the elegant, colourful and fancy notebooks. That is it! I had thought to get jotters for my Pathology and Pharmacology class when i visit the bookshop i heard so much about. i picked a beautifully patterned notebook up and admired. it had a face, left half tiger, right half a chocolate skinned model on a navy blue background. As i soaked my self in admiration of such beautiful creativity bond over white pages i heard a voice by my side. i had hardly heard steps

“That is a beautiful notebook, i have one myself”.

I turned my gaze towards the female voice i heard by my side and my eyes met hers.

Do you know that song by Bruno Mars, ‘just the way you are’? Thank goodness. That is just the way she was.

“Homie stop being a pant and reply her observation”. my inner self queried.

“Naaaaaah! The book isn’t, you are. I am Abraham, and lucky to meet?”  I stretched my right hand towards her after transferring the book to my left.

She smiled. “My name is – i really cant remember her name but let’s call her – Blah”. she said with a smile receiving my hand.

“With people like you working here i might just buy a book everyday just so i can catch a glimpse at you”. I said

“ha ha ha. You are funny. You can start with this one”. She said pointing at the book i had forgotten i was holding

“lets see how it goes. How much does it cost”

“it only cost one thousand five hundred naira”

ehnnnn??? you be thief?? no be this same size of notebook i dey buy for main camp front for two hundred and fifty naira??  (hahaha! of course i didn’t say that. it was my inner voice). “What is the last price?”

“that’s the price. We don’t bargain here.”

“Oww. That’s nice. It’s actually worth it. i was just passing by and i thought to check this place out. I think i will return tomorrow as i really like this book.” I lied.

“No problem. Till you come back then.”

“it’s aite.” I smiled handing the book over to her and making my way to the exit.”Wuna go see me again. sannu!” i thought.


A few paces out the front gate i felt a vibrating buzz in the right front pocket of my black Armani plain trouser. I drew my phone out and saw the blue bird on my notification tab. i clicked on it to read my twitter mention

@abluckyi…check out… is awesome

I checked that blog later that day,  then followed, and never missed a post. I got inspired, opened my own wordpress page and never put up a post but i never stopped checking that blog. its close to two years since i started this blog and finally today as i watched “how i met your mother”, i told myself to procrastinate no more about putting up posts. i paused it, switched on the wireless on my android phone, connected my awesome personal computer to the network, clicked on my opera mini browser and logged on to my blog site –

I dedicate this first post of mine to Toyin Fabunmi through whose blog i fell in love with many other blog sites and to my bro Ogedengbe Olalekan who reminds me i’m not the only awesome person in my class.