Up Nepa! by @Enigmatic_nez

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Up Nepa indeed
A good opinion sha


Technically they are now known as PHCN (Power Holding company Of Nigeria) but what does that matter?..Washing the exterior of a pot whilst leaving the interior filthy!   
Electricity is the crux of the Country’s Economic problems and you would THINK that our government would know that. We have been fed with half-baked excuses as to why constant electricity is a gradual climax to reach and how there is a vision 2050 where Nigeria will be an utopian city. *yawns   

From Intelligent propositions like the varying numbers of mega-watts that will be gradually increased over a 5-year interval to the most Ludicrous; Witches sitting on the Electricity poles or having their nightly rituals inside the Kainji dam.(And you wonder why we are still a 3rd world country. Oh, my bad; developing country)

Did you know that we supply Ghana electricity and they have constant power now? Of course…

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Anna’s crush

I’ve not always been the mind blowing, eye catching kind of babe right from teenage years. I mostly stay on my own and expect every other person to do the same. In fact, I believe that everybody is good but I learnt a big lesson and was proven wrong…

I had my first crush at 27. I didn’t think it was a crush then oh. It had to be love… he was everything I wanted after all- sparkling, smart, articulate, creative and he had a way of sweeping me off my feet… a lady’s man, and I counted myself lucky until I shared a dream with him

I told him that I was the mother of his babies… A sweet dream I guess

I also guess Mark misunderstood me. He changed in an amazing way. He began to mount pressure on the relationship. He was bent on fulfilling my dream in a way I didn’t want. He wanted me to get pregnant without properly marrying me. It was offensive to me but I guess he wasn’t after my opinion. I resisted his advances… and he planned for me.

It was the evening of my 30th birthday, and he was taking me to a lake out of town. I was happy and excited…

Suddenly, we started into a forest like region and I became afraid. Well, he was my boo so I gat to trust him…

We got into a lonely place and he suddenly stopped the car complaining of an engine fault. He made some calls and in a romantic way bought out some “surprise” snack  from the boot for us to eat while waiting for his friend to come with a mechanic. When the waiting was long over due, I decided to enjoy the day before it was over. I took a stroll around the forest region with my boo until I was tired and he decided to carry me. He lifted me on his back and I giggled as we returned to the car, where he decided we should rest a little…

Once inside the car,he locked it and began to flatter me with his sweet talks. I was laughing through it absentmindedly. Then I felt his hand on my thighs…
Shocked, I asked him to stop and slapped off his hands.
To my amazement, he slapped me ( and this has never happened before).  Speechless, I looked into his eyes and saw what I had never seen before: EVIL…
Knowing where I was and remembering my plans of being a virgin till marriage, I pleaded with everything in me…

I got a beating for each plea, and when I was worn out due to the beatings, I passed out.

I woke up the next afternoon in a hospital with bandages. I asked the nurses what I was doing there and they had no Idea. I asked the doctors too and they said I was brought in by a woman, and after much description, it was obvious she was a good Samaritan.

It’s my 32nd birthday now and I still don’t know what Mark did to me that faithful evening. I’m alive and healthy. I haven’t seen Mark again since then but I’ve made up my mind never to trust a man ever again.

Speak out!!!

I remember growing up, and the times I would speak with no fear or favour …lol.
I would shout about whom I loved, hated and whom I even wanted to marry (even without fully knowing what I was talking about).
I had to grow up and learn that I wasn’t permitted to speak as I wished (protocols have to be observed)… Thank God I’m grown now and as a responsible adult, I choose to speak and to tell all the beautiful stories…