Blades

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This is a story I wrote out of concern. I hope it reaches someone that needs it.
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  “Challenge! Mokola! I no get change o! Ehn ehn before we change it for each other
   The conductor removed his shirt, wiped it over his sweaty face, and hung it round his neck, Bukky looked at his pimples filled face and thought to herself
“and someone will still kiss this face o
She looked out of the rickety bus, which had a glittery sticker beside the window that read ‘paso oga nla’. There was something about Ibadan public transport that she doesn’t fancy, she shifted again, the women with the woven basket seem not to notice her discomfort as they kept talking.
“hmm ori mii, pikin still small, still very small o!”
   “the man just finish her just like that, and they warn her everyday, leave him, take your children, and be happy, she say no, and see her, die”
  “and if you ask her, she say am fine,she no go talk, before you say peem, the man have remarry and just leave the children”
  The women sighed and changed the topic to something Bukky had no interest in.
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I walked into Muinat’s boutique, and gently smiled back at Gloria, her sales girl.
  “Gloria, how now? How market?”
  “we thank Jehovah ma”
“your oga dey in?”
Gloria nodded. And I made my way into the inner chamber of her boutique, Muinat was on the phone, like every other day, screaming into the phone, she  was so engrossed in her discussion and didn’t even bother to look at me, I dropped my Versace bag on her table and sat down.
  Muinat is my best friend, right from our days in the University, she’s the most social of our clique and yea, you can call her the iron lady, I stared at her picture frame, A woman in her late 30s, on her low Jerry curl and who seem to have no worries, A single mother of two who has refused to get married…
“Bukky for show! Ma binu jare, it’s the man who ought to deliver my goods o, the store is literally empty and he’s here telling me nonsense, how far? Should I call Gloria to get something for you? “
  I laughed and joked about how am very used to her attitude.
” am OK o, I went to the market, and decided to drop by, hope you’re hearing from Dunsin and his sister? You should let them come home for the holidays now”
  “what did you get for me? Yes, I called last night, they’ll definitely come, I will help them book the tickets, Han Han! remove your sunshade and hat now, are you in the sun?”
  I hesitated and finally removed them, I tried looking elsewhere so she won’t notice my purple eyes and little scars. I could see her staring at me with her mouth agape, with my side eyes..
“Bukky, he did it again abi?”
I stood up and fondled with the fur on the hanger, trying to avoid her question.
“Bukky, if you don’t know, your silence speaks louder than your words
I sat and dropped the fruits I got for her.“I will go and pick Tundun tomorrow, they are vacating tomorrow”
I kept tapping the table and she kept looking at me… (to be cont’d)

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Hate X Envy

I find it hilarious when people think all women are based on the “hateXenvy”,true to the words,a lot of girls tend to give themselves the “hateful and scornful look”,ive seen that happen,in school and public places, I’m currently drafting on an issue that happened in my high-school before i got enraged to write this in few minutes.
Not every lady does that,not every lady hates on the other.
  It becomes unbearable when someone literally paints you in that manner of “hateXenvy”, Another lady is automatically tagged jealous when  another lady comes in,why the tag? Why  do you have to conclude and be judgmental about another person’s feelings when you can’t see into their minds,Not every lady is based on the “hateXenvy”.
 
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LIVE FOR YOU TOO

Every time i read about feminism,it breaks my heart,how women are expected to live their life for some other people..you know, you’d hear an average African parent go like “is that how you’ll behave when you get married”..the excitement and thrill of getting married when beneath ,you’re scared, “will the love fade away?,”Will my face eventually bore him?” We re automatically made slaves,while people go on chanting” the woman is to be submissive” abeg,don’t you guys read it all the way down? You’re to make money and take it to your husband like the way the women bring their annual harvest Thanksgiving to the altar.

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on’t make more money than your  
husband“That ambition will affect your     marital life” “Your husband won’t approve of that” “men don’t want women that are ambitious or independent”.
Can we free ourselves and live for ourselves?  If you go 6ft down,wont he remarry? He’ll be able to close his eyes and sleep at night 💤,your children will live too… Please woman,remember to live for yourself…you’re beautiful😘💪👭🙌

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