AFRICAN STORIES

COMPOSED by AGWAM KENSINGTON

After a century for fighting corruption, Nigeria finally became the most corrupt-free and straightforward country in the world. The funds were finally put to good use, every single road underwent serious reconstruction. The health care sector was established on a better ground. The budget meant for education graciously used for the establishing more schools in rural areas, renovations were made to the schools already standing, Nigeria can finally give standard education to every child. For education became free. The government schools, that is, while every student who finished from a government institution was entitled to a monthly wage. The traders were given modern complexes to showcase their wares, this was made by the new government to stop the obstruction traffic in major roads, and to prevent environmental pollution.

Nigerian was ranked number two, for the most environmentally conscious country on earth. Eco friendly and beautifully green. There was a law guiding those that litter their surroundings. The defaults were fined. This reduced the rate of environmental pollution to a staggering level. 

Nigeria became bio friendly.

Countries surrounding Nigeria and beyond bought goods from our local farmers, every farmer with the specific requirements was given adequate funds, and the farmers association grew at a staggering rate. Because of this, the hunger reduced, and poverty was never extended to the food sector. Everyone had enough to eat.

Nigeria eliminated poverty.

Every step of the way, fighting corruption, Nigeria and her people faced a lot of challenges. From economic backdrop, to fuel subsidy, to inadequate jobs for the masses and lack of education. But now, Nigeria's naira is equivalent to a dollar, every six months, three thousand job vacancies are made for graduates, and ten thousand for citizens with vocational skills. Fuel circulated to all parts of the country, it was shared equally and fairly. Surprisingly, the citizens stopped patronizing foreign goods, and started to create. They patronize their Aba brothers and bought art from the local artists and art dealers. A new fashion designer emerged from Nigeria. . . He went global, with his new designer jeans and suits. All the countries surrounding Nigeria came to witness this things. Even The world's superpower, America, imported Nigerian goods to their country.

Nigeria became the world's number one supplier of petrol and cocoa.

On the entertainment sector, new artists were born. Legends even. Singers whose song became global, albums went platinum. The writers emerged. Bagging Nobel awards, the actors, destroyed the Academy Award's long tradition and took gulped countless Academy Awards. 

Nigeria's entertainment became global. Yoruba became a global language. 

All these things would never have been possible if our leaders hadn't come together to settle their differences. The long fight of tribalism was long lost. There was a national declaration against any act or form of tribalism, the defaults will be apprehended. 

Nigeria became one. Biafra was never established. Thankfully.

The decade fight against the igbos finally dissolved. They were given amnesty, but not to separate themselves from the rest of us, however, another law was passed to the general public that any person caught discriminating the igbos was taken to court. This act, surprisingly, was effective.

Nigeria underwent a drastic change within a short time, this shocked the world. The rate of people travelling outside the country reduced. Because jobs were provided, and scammers and internet fraudsters were wiped out. Almost to extinction. It was those from neighbouring countries that came to Nigeria, searching for greener pastures. [pun intended].

Nigeria became an Utopia for excellence. The world's third superpower and number four exporter. 

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My name is Agwam Kensington. This is my dream for Nigeria. It can only materialize if we all come together, as one, not two, to make our country move forward. It is not a dream, it's a reality I am ready to materialize with my little effort. Change begins with me, and you... If we all have a positive mind towards our great country, our positive thoughts can change everything. I'm a believer in the mind-over-matter theory. I believe our minds have the power to control matter around us. It's the reason why we are having problems here and there; because of the negative thoughts for Nigeria. Let us come together and built a positively charged country. A nation at-one-ment.

Let's make Nigeria great.

Thank you...

(c) Agwam (Zancrow) Kensington,
2017, 19:12PM.

My secondary education was very fast, I had scourge through the jamb brochure, looking for presentable yet an easy course that would fetch good money at the end of my graduation,so I could put a smile on my mother's face and fulfill her dream. University of ilorin seems to be the most familiar of all institution in most of the pages I have opened. I registered for utme and also remedial.

Few months later I got a text that have been offered a provisional admission for the remedial program. It wasn't easy for my mother but she had to let go of me. Few days later I left for the program. Funny enough the place was more of a village. The name itself sounds weirder than anyone could ever imagine (Fufu) somewhere in Ilorin south.

Pre-university life was an awesome experience. There were lot of people from different states both the good,intelligent,decent kids and also smokers,touts and indecent ones. I happened to live with other types of the kids, the gangling,indecent,dull,unintelligent and party freaks. Tunde, my roommate posses even more bad characteristics than the one have listed, he doesn't read, cook , clean up or do anything concerning our room. I have never for once complained tho. on different occasions he'll come to the hostel with his girlfriend and I'd have no other choice than to sleep with our neighbor. Its goes like that sequentially and practically almost every time.

I was very young, the youngest,most of those people in my hostel both the male and female barely have social talks with me because they believed have got little or no experience, I was isolated,secluded and even shattered. But between them, there seemed to be a strong bond. That doesn't change who have been or how each and everyone of them sees me , in fact I answer errands for them. Just maybe if I do so they'd probably hold me along with them but it all went in vain.

Few months later I was already used to the isolation, so there came a time they were to attend a party, the rich boy who was originally invited to the party had gotten a table for 10 ticket and they all waited patiently for the day. On the day of the party they've all dressed up shinning and glittering in fashion, I was outside staring at them like a lost soul, as they set to leave for the party, they counted themselves and discovered that there were 9th of them. The last girl (Tola) that was supposed to perfect their figure had gone home on emergency.
So they came to me and tell me to dress up, that I'd be following them.

I made a beeline into my room happily, brought out my best cloth, I was about to put it on when the cloud changed and everything turned around ? I asked myself why me ? Why would I be a replacement? Why would I be a second choice? Why would I trade my self esteem for ordinary party? Oh no this isn't me , I can't do it, I won't do it, I'm not even going, I concluded.

That was the best decision I could remember that have made so far in the journey of my adulthood, I didn't trade my self esteem and human value over a party. Whatever the case, aspire and work towards being the first choice. You're expensive, don't sell yourself cheap.


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The thing is that, sometimes we didn’t even know what pissed my dad off. It always looked as if we were walking on eggshells throughout our childhood. Sometimes we would see him coming home and we would immediately stop whatever it was we were doing. I mean whatever we were doing. If we were playing outside we would run inside. If we were playing inside and saw him coming from one of the windows we would stop playing and sit down quietly. We didn’t get flogged for stealing or fighting each other or whatnot because we were getting flogged for things less than that like standing outside when he came in or losing a leg of slipper.

The process was always the same. Maybe we would be playing ‘castle’ in the parlour or watching cartoons. Then suddenly we would hear his keys in the lock. He always came home by 5 o’clock, an hour earlier than our mom and then leave again as soon as she returned. He would have heard the noise from the television before coming in or we wouldn’t have time to rearrange the sofas before he unlocked the door and came into the parlour. He would stare at us with blazing eyes, like we had stolen the Holy Grail itself, and then the shouting would begin. He would bellow and roar and we would be left trembling in our shorts, hoping he wouldn’t go for Mister Koboko. Sometimes he would but sometimes he wouldn’t.

On occasion however, we would do something that we knew would warrant a beating. Like falling over and breaking a vase or tipping over a bottle of wine from the bar or being outside, even if it was the backyard, when he came in. Then we would wait in the parlour, filled with dread and trepidation until he bellowed out the culprit’s name, summoning the person to his room.

Mr. Koboko was a well made horsewhip which our dad kept hanging from a nail behind his door. It was made of twisted leather with a thick head that had a hole in the middle and a twisted body that tapered down to the hard tip at the end. He would call the victim in and ask if you had eaten. That usually wasn’t a good sign of things to come as he was inadvertently asking if you were strong enough to take the beating. He would warn you that if you dodged a stroke it would be replaced by another one. Then he would choose whether to flog you on your hands or buttocks and then depending on which was chosen he would use the head or tail of the whip. And then the flogging would begin.

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The pain as I remember it was excruciating but it was better to bear it. If you moved around you only elicited further anger and more haphazard flogging from him. So we stayed still. We learned not to run from the whip. We were allowed to cry and we would scream our heart out but we dared not move from the spot. After it was over he would send us to our room to remain incommunicado from everyone else in the house till further notice.

Did this punishment help me and my siblings? I honestly can’t say yes to that. We grew up timid and terrified of authority. It took a number of years in the university and away from home to get over the emotional scars of this treatment. And I hope never to behave in such a way to my own kids.

Story by Akin Omo Akin

You're discorded, strife, and dissented, but you want to remain loyal to him, him whom you just dropped his call few minutes ago. To you he is your man, your love and everything,you wish he is always with you but the distance between you two is as far as 1000km. He schools at Uniabuja But you're in Covenant university  a school where 90% of student comes from a rich home. You are in the midst of well built,rich and handsome looking guys, sometimes you feel like being romantically cruised with them and have fun still you didn't because you don't want to cheat on him. Your urge got increased and you started having series of thoughts,you can picture him cheating on you where he is even though you're not sure and just while you are having all of these rational thinking's You met this guy this cute looking dude,tall and well formed, he's very funny and caring,you feel like you're in heaven every time he is around you, he takes you out very often. You already know where all of that would lead,but again you believe you're strong enough to resist yourself from him,strong enough to keep him as just friend and nothing more, strong enough to keep him with you all the time and not loving him one bit because you love your boyfriend alot and you ain't never going to cheat on him. Your thoughts were true and real he asked you out, you said NO, but partially you're emotionally attached to him and you can't afford losing him,(you can't have him and you also cant let go of him) you decided to explain to him that you're having a boyfriend he said Fine and you feel happy about it thinking he's very understanding. He asked to be your bestie and you gladly accept because you really like him
Your relationship is gradually fading out. You get into fight with your boyfriend over the phone almost every time he calls, you no longer call him either, the relationship is just like that but one thing is you still love him very much. this new guy is very kind he's always available when you need him and when u don't. anytime you go out with him you tell your boyfriend about it because it is harmless friendship,you feel he wouldn't be jealous, yes true he wasn't not until you tell him about going out with the guy too often than he wished to know about,feels like he's losing you so you no longer tell him anything when the new guy takes you out and the relationship is just getting worse and poor daily


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    On one of these outings the new guy kiss you, you told him never to try such again, when you get home you couldn't sleep you love the kiss, it was sweet but you hate the fact that you love it (body no be rock now)🤗 you re already attracted to him and anytime he's with you, you feel like having him all. He invites you to his apartment and you re both watching a romantic movie when you feel his hand wrapped around your shoulder ,he pulled you closer and look into your eye this time he has caught you completely you hold him and you both started kissing you want to stop and tell him you have a boyfriend but you're feeling the sensation and stopping him seems completely  impossible, before you could open your eye youre completely stripped off Sooner you allowed him slide through your honey pot which you swore to your boyfriend that only him will be allowed in. The sex was sweet and interesting you loved it because your boyfriend has created a urge in you  that needed to be filled.
      Not long after the incidence the new guy stopped being consistent, he's almost not available again, he stopped being funny gradually till he fade off your life and become one of your pasts. Just then you remember your boyfriend, you called him and told him how you really missed him and how you have been faithful to him despite his absence.
  Being in love doesn't stops anyone from cheating and distance relationship is a menace to true love.