A Girl who sat for the recently completed JAMB Examination just checked her result and she scored 85

After seeing her result, she decided to pen down an Open letter for JAMB Help Office because she believes her script was not correctly marked. She was confidant of how well she did and claims she ought to score more than 85. Read what she wrote below:- Dear Jamb, My name is Zinasha Zibruel. I am coming from Nigeria. I writed JAMB, and I scare 85. That is a big fat lie. I say is a big serious lie because I doing lesson for 1 months and I counted my book very well from carton to carton. I supposing to getting 100 in Inglich and 95 in Litrachure. But you given me 10 in English and 15 in Litrachure. Did me not doing my CRS very well? Did Jonah not stay in the lion hole and Elijah sleep in the Whale’s belly? Do something very fast. Infacts, I supposing to score 300 in the JAMB examination I tooked . Thanks you If you are the Jamb official, What is the new score you would give her?

LEARNING POINT - DO NOT EVER HOLD ON TO OFFENCES!!! I am totally speechless, this story brought tears to my eyes as I read through each line eager to know what would happen next. It truly showed the devastating power of grudges and anger!

Just two years after our marriage, my husband brought up the idea of asking his Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us. His father passed away while he was still very young. His mum endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to the university. You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect or imagine of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today. I immediately agreed and started preparing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly, he lifted me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother". Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to rest my head on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment, put me as smallish as I am into his pocket. Whenever we have an argument and one of us refuses to back out, he would lift me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender as I beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling. Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room. She could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young people spend your money. What do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat flowers!" I will smile and say,: "Mum, with flowers in the. house, our mood will also become better." Mother will grumble away, and my husband will smile and tell her: "Mum, this is how it is in the city and with time you will get use to it". Mother will stop murmuring. But thereafter, whenever I came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I will tell her the price and she would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would demand to know the price for each and every item, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose one day and said: "You little fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything and that would would solve the problem." This sparked the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle and home. Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast. In her view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the breakfast table, mother's facial expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to have noticed that. She would use her chopsticks or cutlery to make a lot of noise as her silent protest. As a dance teacher in the Children's Palace where i work, I come home exhausted from a long day of dancing around, and I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes. From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags with the aim of selling them later on, and at the end, the house is filled with all forms of trash bags; she would spill on the dishes, dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so, as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again. One day, late at night, mother saw me washing the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a difficult position as to whose side he should be on, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me.... I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?" He stared at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?" After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak with me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house. During the period of the cold war, hubby was caught in a dilemma as to who to please. In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without informing or discussing with any of us. At the breakfast table, mother would look at her son happily as he eats his breakfast and she'll cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work. That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feelings of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for me, can we have breakfast together at home?" I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table. The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by his mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out. Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes... I opened my mouth but no words came out, I really did not mean it. We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best to put up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply lost appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was then at a low point in my life. Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a doctor." The doctor confirmed that I was pregnant. Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness flooded my soul through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't husband, or his mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day? At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked ragged. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and I called out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I told myself not to look at him anymore and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me around in circles of joy as he's fond of. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why couldn't our love even withstand the test of one fight? Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes I saw at the hospital. I cried out and soaked the pillow with my tears. That night, the sound of drawers opening in our room woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing all the money he had kept in there. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears started streaming down again. The next day, I did not go to work.. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with him. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in the hospital." I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found them, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was expressionless. I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the tears in my eyes. My God, how could this happen? Throughout the funeral, he did not say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare he gives. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked away dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came knocking her... I finally understood how much hubby must hate me. If I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if...., in his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother. Back in the house he moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell on him. Me, I was buried under the guilt and self-pity as a result of his mum's death and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault at all. Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, he came home late and late. The deadlock between us continued, we were living together like strangers who didn't know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart. One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking through the glass, I saw him and a girl sitting facing each other and he litely brushed her hair for her, I understood what that action meant immediately. After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of him and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there was no need to say anything. The girl looked at me, looks at him, stood up to walk away , but my husband restrained her from doing so. He stared back at me, challenging me.. I can only hear my heart beating slowly, beat after beat as if I'm about taking my last breath. I eventually backed out, if I had stood there any longer, I would have collapsed together with the baby inside me. That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to sending a message to me: Following his mother's death, so did our love for each other. He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the wardrobe had been touched - he had returned to take some of his belonging. I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office colleagues advised me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not.. I insisted on having the baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying his mother for causing her death. One day, I came home and I saw him sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, was lying this piece of paper. I immediately knew what it is all about without even looking at it to read it's content. In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a while, I will sign." He looked at me, with mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine. As I hang up my coat, I kept repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears out. After I hung up my coat, his eyes fixed at my bulging tummy with a stare. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him. "LD, are you pregnant?" He spurt out. Since mother's accident, this is the first time he speaking to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its OK, you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other. He slowly moved over to me, his tears wet his dress. In my heart, everything seems so far away, even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeatedly said "sorry" to me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, never ever. We have caused such deep scars in each other's heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him, totally and absolutely intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, that what had gone past is gone forever and could not be undone. Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me nor take any presents from him, I also stopped talking to him. From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart. Sometimes, he will try to come into our bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in his mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear sounds of groaning, I kept quiet... This used to be his trick; when all was well between us, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He has forgotten that was the last time I cared for him and I showed concern because there was love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby's groaning came on and off consistently but I continuously ignored him. Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products, children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it was full. I knew he was trying to use this to reach out to me, but I was no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear him typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but none of that matters to me anymore. It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, he came rushing into the room, its like he did not change from his office cloth to sleep, but had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a cab, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did? He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in; his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes filled with tears of joy as he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand. He looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his.... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my heart at that moment. The doctor said by the time they discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in the terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he had cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his funeral." I disregarded the nurse's objection not to leave the ward and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me. His cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, I thought ... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son: "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now.... I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion ... Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through life's journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mum, she has suffered a lot, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most...." From play school to primary school, to secondary, university? , to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there. He has also written a letter for me: "My dear, to marry you was my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you about my illness, because I wanted to see you in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby.... My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for loving me... For all these presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you pls help me in giving some of them to him every year, the dates are on what to be given and when to give are all written on the packaging... ". Going back to the hospital, my husband was still in coma. I brought our son over and placed him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms...". He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face.... A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in this world is gone forever...." Cruel misunderstandings, one after the other disrupted the blissful footsteps of our family. Our original intent of having his mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, everything became too late."...... ... This is a real and true life story. . Simple humility and communication would have resolved most of the problems in that story, as well as patience..... This story has really touched my heart and life as a whole and it has stimulated a paradigm shift.

LEARNING POINT - DO NOT EVER HOLD ON TO OFFENCES!!! I am totally speechless, this story brought tears to my eyes as I read through each line eager to know what would happen next. It truly showed the devastating power of grudges and anger!

Just two years after our marriage, my husband brought up the idea of asking his Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us. His father passed away while he was still very young. His mum endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to the university. You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect or imagine of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today. I immediately agreed and started preparing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly, he lifted me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother". Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to rest my head on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment, put me as smallish as I am into his pocket. Whenever we have an argument and one of us refuses to back out, he would lift me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender as I beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling. Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room. She could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young people spend your money. What do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat flowers!" I will smile and say,: "Mum, with flowers in the. house, our mood will also become better." Mother will grumble away, and my husband will smile and tell her: "Mum, this is how it is in the city and with time you will get use to it". Mother will stop murmuring. But thereafter, whenever I came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I will tell her the price and she would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would demand to know the price for each and every item, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose one day and said: "You little fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything and that would would solve the problem." This sparked the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle and home. Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast. In her view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the breakfast table, mother's facial expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to have noticed that. She would use her chopsticks or cutlery to make a lot of noise as her silent protest. As a dance teacher in the Children's Palace where i work, I come home exhausted from a long day of dancing around, and I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes. From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags with the aim of selling them later on, and at the end, the house is filled with all forms of trash bags; she would spill on the dishes, dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so, as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again. One day, late at night, mother saw me washing the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a difficult position as to whose side he should be on, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me.... I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?" He stared at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?" After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak with me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house. During the period of the cold war, hubby was caught in a dilemma as to who to please. In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without informing or discussing with any of us. At the breakfast table, mother would look at her son happily as he eats his breakfast and she'll cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work. That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feelings of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for me, can we have breakfast together at home?" I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table. The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by his mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out. Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes... I opened my mouth but no words came out, I really did not mean it. We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best to put up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply lost appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was then at a low point in my life. Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a doctor." The doctor confirmed that I was pregnant. Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness flooded my soul through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't husband, or his mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day? At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked ragged. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and I called out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I told myself not to look at him anymore and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me around in circles of joy as he's fond of. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why couldn't our love even withstand the test of one fight? Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes I saw at the hospital. I cried out and soaked the pillow with my tears. That night, the sound of drawers opening in our room woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing all the money he had kept in there. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears started streaming down again. The next day, I did not go to work.. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with him. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in the hospital." I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found them, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was expressionless. I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the tears in my eyes. My God, how could this happen? Throughout the funeral, he did not say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare he gives. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked away dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came knocking her... I finally understood how much hubby must hate me. If I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if...., in his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother. Back in the house he moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell on him. Me, I was buried under the guilt and self-pity as a result of his mum's death and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault at all. Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, he came home late and late. The deadlock between us continued, we were living together like strangers who didn't know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart. One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking through the glass, I saw him and a girl sitting facing each other and he litely brushed her hair for her, I understood what that action meant immediately. After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of him and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there was no need to say anything. The girl looked at me, looks at him, stood up to walk away , but my husband restrained her from doing so. He stared back at me, challenging me.. I can only hear my heart beating slowly, beat after beat as if I'm about taking my last breath. I eventually backed out, if I had stood there any longer, I would have collapsed together with the baby inside me. That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to sending a message to me: Following his mother's death, so did our love for each other. He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the wardrobe had been touched - he had returned to take some of his belonging. I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office colleagues advised me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not.. I insisted on having the baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying his mother for causing her death. One day, I came home and I saw him sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, was lying this piece of paper. I immediately knew what it is all about without even looking at it to read it's content. In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a while, I will sign." He looked at me, with mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine. As I hang up my coat, I kept repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears out. After I hung up my coat, his eyes fixed at my bulging tummy with a stare. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him. "LD, are you pregnant?" He spurt out. Since mother's accident, this is the first time he speaking to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its OK, you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other. He slowly moved over to me, his tears wet his dress. In my heart, everything seems so far away, even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeatedly said "sorry" to me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, never ever. We have caused such deep scars in each other's heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him, totally and absolutely intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, that what had gone past is gone forever and could not be undone. Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me nor take any presents from him, I also stopped talking to him. From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart. Sometimes, he will try to come into our bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in his mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear sounds of groaning, I kept quiet... This used to be his trick; when all was well between us, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He has forgotten that was the last time I cared for him and I showed concern because there was love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby's groaning came on and off consistently but I continuously ignored him. Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products, children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it was full. I knew he was trying to use this to reach out to me, but I was no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear him typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but none of that matters to me anymore. It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, he came rushing into the room, its like he did not change from his office cloth to sleep, but had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a cab, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did? He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in; his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes filled with tears of joy as he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand. He looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his.... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my heart at that moment. The doctor said by the time they discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in the terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he had cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his funeral." I disregarded the nurse's objection not to leave the ward and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me. His cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, I thought ... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son: "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now.... I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion ... Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through life's journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mum, she has suffered a lot, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most...." From play school to primary school, to secondary, university? , to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there. He has also written a letter for me: "My dear, to marry you was my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you about my illness, because I wanted to see you in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby.... My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for loving me... For all these presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you pls help me in giving some of them to him every year, the dates are on what to be given and when to give are all written on the packaging... ". Going back to the hospital, my husband was still in coma. I brought our son over and placed him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms...". He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face.... A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in this world is gone forever...." Cruel misunderstandings, one after the other disrupted the blissful footsteps of our family. Our original intent of having his mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, everything became too late."...... ... This is a real and true life story. . Simple humility and communication would have resolved most of the problems in that story, as well as patience..... This story has really touched my heart and life as a whole and it has stimulated a paradigm shift.

LETTER TO NIGERIAN YOUTHS! Throw Away That Degree Otherwise You Will Die Poor

Most of the educated people in Nigeria are poor. Majority of the educated earn less than N55,000 for a salary before tax and other deductions. When the deductions are put into consideration, the net salary comes to around N50,000. The net salary then suffers from loan deductions of up to N15,000 leaving the salary at around N35,000. The landlord then demands for his N15,000 and monthly shopping takes away N10,000 leaving one with a N10,000. The bus will demand for N300 going to and from work and relatives get another N2,500. The whole salary is gone and borrowed money starts operating. The borrowed money includes short loans and salary advances. The difference between poverty and prosperity is property. A prosperous person has property to his name while a poverty stricken person has no property to show. Using this understanding, therefore, most of the degree holders are poverty stricken, borrowing money to buy chicken and chips, pizza, and a car. The biggest excuse for getting paid such low amounts of money and having to sit and work for another person for 30 days is THE DEGREE that one possesses and that’s all. This has made most of the degree holders very poor to poverty stricken and will die that way most likely. A degree holder does not know how to generate money unless that money is generated for the employer. A degree holder is so dependent on the salary that he can do anything to get a job but will not think of starting a business of his own to employ others. Interesting Facts! 1. A degree holder is not prepared to sell chips but is very happy to work for hungry lion (companies). 2. A degree holder is not prepared to sell popcorn in the street but is very happy to work for Dangote outlet in the city and mum river-sides. 3. A degree holder is not prepared to sell second hand clothes but is very happy to be employed by Zenith Bank which the business of selling stocks and looking for customers in a scorching Sun. 4. A degree holder is not prepared to make N150,000 monthly doing his own business but is very happy to work at the till in a bank getting paid N25,000. 5. A degree holder is not prepared to start a company and grow it in two to three years but will spend three years searching for a job. 6. A degree holder is not prepared to sell food to students but will be happy to be reporting to a boss with no qualifications as Office Assistant as long as he is paid N30,000 for a salary. 7. A degree holder is so eager to get out of this country and work in another country than spend time to develop his own country. 8. A degree holder staying in a foreign land (Nigerian) is very keen to condemn Nigeria but never contributing to the development of this country. 9. A Nigerian degree holder would rather sweep the streets of London or USA than start a business to make money in her father land – others work in people’s homes doing some work (cleaners). 10. A degree holder in Nigeria will watch porn on his laptop but never sit to write a book using the same laptop to sell and make money. 11. A degree holder will blame the government for lack of jobs even after he was on government bursary for him to have his degree. 12. Nigeria is blessed with young people who have master’s degree and others are doctors in different technical fields such as IT and Engineering but all of them have failed to create a cartoon character or develop a movie from the same instead very happy to buy Tom and Jerry for their children thereby promoting American and UK. A school I visit, there is a man that is of very humble background. He does not speak English but sells Coke, Fanta and Sprite at N80 each making a profit of N10 on each drink. He also sells chips at N50 making a profit of N17 on each portion. Not less than 80 students buy chips and a drink every single day. This means he makes a profit of N27 for a drink and chips and a total profit of N2,160 per day…every single day. In ten days he makes a profit of N21,600 in twenty days N43,200 and in thirty days N64,800. The degree holder working in a bank at the till gets a salary of N45,000 every month. Why are the degree holders poor? Because they have decided to pride themselves in a degree and failed to think better than a man who does not have even a certificate to his name. Degree holders spend their time liking articles on linkedIn and facebook but never have any care in the world to implement what they like. Poverty starts from the mind, a mind that just likes things but never to implement those things. If you want to progress, keep that degree and start thinking better than someone without a degree. There's no white collar Job anywhere bro! Be prepared to get your hands dirty and work like an ox for your business. Your hard work will pay off.

*CHRONICLE OF AN UNDERGRAD*

*Flash One* What a memorable day, I must say.The day I finally, in company of my parents ( though dad in a hurry to meet up with an appointment in Lagos) set out on the journey of my four year stay at that prestigious higher institution whose news have always send cold waves down my spine. The day was sunny and bright, holding a hope of a good weather condition. Mummy had earlier bought some listed items when last she visited the popular market in the hub of the city. That day, I woke up with the joy of stepping on the soil of that school whose news my friends and my secondary school teachers have always shared with me. After waking up around 6:20 in the morning, I joined the family in the living room to say the morning prayer. The morning prayer was of course unlike what it has always been. This time, it was more of an admonition to the latest undergrad in the house.While my dad took time to share with me his days in the university and different experiences with different people he met along the way. He took time to share with me how he managed to pass out with second class upper division inspite of the many hurdles he had to surmount as a less privileged student whose father passed on five years before his admission, leaving only his mother to cater for the four children left behind.He narrated how difficult life was at the beginning on campus, saying he took nothing much than his pair of sanders and a pair of bathroom slippers and some clothes to school. He said he took with him his school bag which was still in a good condition at the time to pack these items.He stressed the importance of perseverance and commitment in the life of a student, adding that it will not be rosy all through.My mother later joined in by narrating different stories which have been told about the way of life of most undergraduates on campus, forgetting what they have been told and mapping out a new course for themselves. Today's morning prayer rounded off with prayer for me on my journey to the world different from the one I am used to. After the prayer, we exchanged greetings and later went to my room to pick my toothbrush and paste and wash my teeth.Though, I didn't bother to take my bath in that morning, taking time out to prepare and arrange my things in order. I put my clothes especially the newly bought ones alongside my new shoes in my travelling bag, pack my beverages and food ingredients in the dangote sack bought the day before. " Aunty Tomi", I looked back to the natural smile emitting from the face of my five year old sister who was still dozing throughout the morning prayer. Jumping up and raising both hands for me to embrace her, I held her close to me thinking how much I will miss this baby whose disturbance was more than enough during my period of preparing for my U.T.M.E. Small Tomi will do everything imaginable to disturb me by dragging my books with me.Most times, I had to change my countenance which she subscribed to and turned to other things. After releasing her tiny body from my hands, she in an unusual way frog jumped from my room and later reappeared holding a bible in her hands."What for?", I asked her.She mumbled some words which hardly pass the brim of her round lips."What for?", I asked again moving towards her this time. She smiled and said "daddy asked me to give you". I wondered why daddy would send a new bible knowing that I have mine.This gesture worried me which made me ... ©Manlipz 2017 08104085684 To be Continued [5/15, 19:09] ~M.A.N.L.I.P.Z~: *CHRONICLE OF AN UNDERGRAD* *Flash Two* ...This gesture worried me which made me leave all I was arranging for my father's study where he was putting some finishing touch to files meant for his business trip in Lagos. I opened the door not giving a prior notice of the usual knock. I entered and said "Dad". He raised his head up, looked at me holding the newly bought bible in my hands. As if not seeing the bible, he said "Etomi, I hope you are fine?Are u done with your loads?" I quietly replied "No sir" holding up the bible to his view. He then continued "So, go tell your mom to help you arrange the printed out files requested by the school for your registration". I nodded to the order not taking any move towards the door. I replied " Daddy, what about this?" holding it more up to his view. "That's is your bible, oh...Tomi has given it to you". I said " yes". I then added "But Sir, I have my personal bible still intact". He then shoved aside the files before him,signalling me to occupy the seat before him. I reluctantly shuffled to the seat and made myself comfortable. He then stood up coming to my side, he placed his right hand on my shoulder. In his amiable calm tone, he said " Yes, the bible I bought for you as a matter of necessity.I knew that you have one bible but this represents a new beginning for you. I want you to always look back when you are alone and remember that this is what we have brought you up with.Always have it on your mind that the word is sufficient to see you through your journey on the campus". He then paused a little as if expecting me to comment. After noticing that I have nothing to say he added "So, that's why I got a new bible for you. Read it always and let it be your guide." Trying to show a concession with all he has said, I replied "Thanks Sir", standing up to take my leave. I paused when he said" So, tell your mom to give you those files." I replied with "Taken Sir". I left the room with my daddy's eye trailing my back before I closed the door gently behind me. Taking some steps away from my father's study, I heard some steps from the corner leading up to my mom's room. The steps later became that of my sister and Dare, my brother who just returned from his boarding school some days before. Dare, in his usual conduct said " Sister Etomi, mom wants your attention in her room". "I was even heading for her room before." I replied.Small Tomi then added "Etomi, come and see" taking hold of my hands. "Mom has bought many things for you.Many ,many things. Come and see" further holding my hands toward my mom's door which is fifteen steps away from my father's study. I opened the knob on my mom's door to behold a view of newly bought jeans, shirts such as vintage, sweat shirts and wrist watch with some make up materials. My mom being a lover of fashion asked me to try one of the pants on my body. Lost in the joy of seeing such beautiful set, I slipped my cute sweet sixteen body in and took some steps around my mother's room.I checked out my look in the mirror where my mom has most of her make up materials. She looked at me beaming with smile as I preened before the 16 by 12 mirror. It was in this atmosphere that her door opened sizing my father's large frame. Looking at what I have on my body,he said "Is that what you are wearing to the school?" I replied "No, I'm only checking it out.How fits it is on my body". He smiled and signalled to my mom, asking her to join him in his study. They remained in the study for some minutes while I used the opportunity to check out the vintage, three quarter shorts, leggies and shoes on my body. She later entered with distortion on her face. I began to wonder why her countenance would have changed only for me to be dazed at what she told me. She said " Etomi, just make sure you remain..." ©Manlips To be continued... [5/18, 16:53] ~M.A.N.L.I.P.Z~: *Chronicle of an Undergrad* ...I began to wonder why her countenance would have changed only for me to be dazed at what she told me. She said "Etomi, make sure you remain the true child we have nurtured you all these years to be. Your father said he has spoken to you at length. Make sure you abide by all he said and note the importance of the newly bought bible". I remained silent but nodded to every statement. Just before she continued, Tomi burst in as if being pursued by an unseen spirit.This got us startled but got calmed when she held up a white small box. "Certainly, this must be a trick from this cunny brat this time around" my mind told me. I later got shocked when she said "Daddy gave me, daddy gave me this phone". I paused then later asked "Daddy gave who that phone?" Without hesitation, she replied "Me, it's my phone". " Your phone?" "Yes", she added with a nod. " Tomi, you must be joking. What do you think they use phone for?" I asked. She joyfully replied "To call, browse, ping, Whatsapp, check Instagram, watch videos, play songs blah, blah, blah..." I laughed out imagining how Tomi has grown up so rapidly and intelligently over the years. Dara later entered to calm the fuss over the phone saying "Dad asked Tomi to give you that phone. It is Tecno Camon CX". "Really" I jumped up moving towards Tomi to collect the phone but Tomi took to her heels trying to dart out of the room. I grabbed her from her fraying gown, gently held unto the box and calmly spoke to her "Tomi, daddy have asked you to give me this, you can wait for yours later. Or, do you want your big sister to be without a phone?You know that I will be travelling. Don't you want me to call you when I get there? See, trust me. I will tell daddy to get one for you". She gently released the earlier grip off the box and smiled saying " OK...you can have it. Dad will get me a better one.Mine will be beautiful". I collected it smiling and not hesitating to put it on to check out the features. The phone happened to be the latest of the Tecno Company's product in the market. "Etomi, you busy with the phone...forgetting what next you should get packed?" "I think I have packed the necessary thing". I replied. " Really?" "Are these meant for me?", referring to the newly bought cloths scattered on her bed. " Oh...really sorry.Forgotten". I added. As i got down to pack the cloths, there was an opening of the door; standing with files in both hands, my daddy told me to start getting my stuff inside the Toyota Camry Lee car. This car was bought by my daddy two years ago after he won a contract to build an Estate for a big Real Estate Agency whose office we were told is in Victoria Island. This car numbered the third car my daddy would be using within the pace of four years after the last one developed a fault and got stalked in the automobile engineering workshop.My father later sold it and used the money to secure a three plot of land along Egbeda Area in Lagos. The land my dad assured me of procuring using my name. I was so full of excitement when I saw the land documents starting with "I, Miss Adekunle Etomi having entered into an agreement on this day, 5th of March 2010..."The joy I slept with on that day was beyond description knowing fully well that I can now hold claim to a property in a place like Lagos. " Sister Etomi" That was Dara calling. "Mom said you should join them inside the car" "Oh really" I dashed into the kitchen to pack some slices of yam and friend egg inside a transparent covered plate. I stuffed my mouth with two pieces. "Thanks to my stars that nothing is left again to pack" I mumbled joining my dad and mom in the Toyota Camry Lee already ignited with white fumes emitting from the silencer. Jumped into the car,I closed the door behind me viewing the bungalow apartment whose luxury I would be missing from then on. Screeching through the garage, my dad drove to the major road leading up to the highway whose maintenance started some weeks ago. " Etomi, the journey has just begun" my dad mumbled behind the steering as he raised the speed of the car.... To be continued.... ©Manlipz 2017

*♨ BACTERIAL VAGINOSIS*

Bacterial Vaginosis is a common medical condition in women, that causes the overgrowth of other types of bacteria in the vagina which often leads to an unusual vaginal discharge. It is a change in the normal occurring bacterial flora in the vagina. _DID YOU KNOW?_ The Centre for Disease Control and Prevention estimates that BV will affect 30% of women during their lifetime from ages 14 to 49. Bacterial Vaginosis is the most common cause of vaginal infection in women. _CAUSES OF BACTERIAL VAGINOSIS?_ 👉🏽 Change in pH level of the vagina 👉🏽 Washing the vagina with medicated soaps 👉🏽 Having multiple sex partners 👉🏽 Using vaginal deodorants or perfumes 👉🏽 Washing panties with strong detergents 👉🏽 Excessive cleaning of the vagina _SYMPTOMS OF BACTERIAL VAGINOSIS?_ 👉🏽 Unpleasant fishy smell 👉🏽 Itching 👉🏽 Burning sensation 👉🏽 Redness of the vagina in some cases 👉🏽 Watery vaginal discharge _COMPLICATIONS THAT MAY RESULT FROM BACTERIAL VAGINOSIS?_ 😱 Pelvic inflammatory disease 😮 Blocked fallopian tubes 😱 Inflammation of the endometrium _MYTHS ABOUT BACTERIAL VAGINOSIS?_ ❌ It is often caused by poor hygiene ❌ It affects women of child bearing age only ❌ It is a sexually transmitted infection ❌ Bacterial vaginosis can be caught from toilet seats _PREVENTION OF BACTERIAL VAGINOSIS?_ ✔ Use warm water ONLY to clean the vagina ✔ Always wipe from front to back i.e vagina to anus ✔ Wear cotton panties, most preferably ✔ Avoid using medicated soaps to wash the vagina ✔ Do not wash the vagina _too often_ ✔ Practice safe sex ✔ Only take prescribed antibiotics ✔ Do not smoke ✔ See a doctor, if symptoms persist. _*Your health is prime...*_

I AM A WOMAN!!! So what?

I get into an argument with a man, he slaps me, I feel the pain, yet they tell me I provoked him. I should have been quiet, I should have been patient. I should apologize to him. I get into an argument with a man, I slap him, they tell me I have no respect, no home training. I should have been quiet, I should have been patient. I should apologize to him. Because I am a woman, I don't have a right to be angry. So, the degree of my innocence is directly proportional to the degree of my silence in the face of oppression and brutality..... Because I am a woman, my husband cheats on me, I am told to tolerate it to save my marriage. The barbaric and stupid excuse is that ''it is in their nature to cheat, I should slim down, dress better, cook better, pray harder and be more pleasant to him" I cheat, and I am called a whore, I have committed an abomination, I have no right to look elsewhere for the love and emotional support I lack at home, I am an irresponsible mother. So I am sent packing, from the home we both built, with all my earthly possessions stuffed into a tiny box on my head. I am henceforth forbidden from seeing my two older children, I'm lucky to be allowed to go with my little one still suckling on my left breast. Three years later, the little one is tagged a bastard. Now, my new name is "after-three", because I am a woman. He is 28 and runs a company. He's tagged wonderful, hardworking, focused, career oriented, successful at a very young age. I am 28 and I run a company "Hmmmm.... she is not even married, unserious, can not order her priorities right, a hustler, loves money, let her go and get a husband oh" And I wonder if being successful has anything to do with a person's gender. Because I am a woman, I am not allowed to have wits or be a prodigy, I cannot be financially buoyant, professionally successful or be treated with respect without a man beside me. Then I am tagged a generous leg opener, "a runs girl". They never see the possibility that I actually had to go through ups and downs to get to where I am, because I am a woman. A man looses his wife to death and remarries a year after, he did the right thing, he's being praised and congratulated for moving on, after all life is for the living. A woman looses her husband to death and remarries after 4yrs, "aaah! so early? Are u sure she wasn't sleeping with that man even when her husband was alive? That was why she killed her husband. She's a witch! Because she's a woman. Because I am a woman, this post will be considered controversial, and everyone will try to correct me. But don't forget, that I am a woman and it does not make me less human!!! Share to respect some woman and Tell your woman that you love her😘😘😘😘😀😘😘😘 ‬: *Who is a woman?????* When she is quiet, millions of things are running through her mind. When she stares at you, she is wondering why she loves you so much in spite of being taken for granted. When she says I will stand by you, she will stand by you like a solid rock. Never hurt her or take her for granted. A very heart touching message by a woman. Someone asked her, Are you a working woman or a housewife? She replied: Yes, I am a full-time working housewife. I work 24 hours a day. I'm a Mum. I'm a Wife. I'm a Daughter. I'm a Daughter-in-law. I'm an Alarm clock. I'm a Cook. I'm a Maid. I'm a Teacher. I'm a Waitress. I'm a Nanny. I'm a Nurse. I'm a Handywoman. I'm a Security officer. I'm a Counsellor. I'm a Comforter. I don't get holidays. I don't get sick leave. I don't get day off. I work through day and night. I'm on call all hours and get paid with a sentence. "What Do U Do All Day??" This Is Dedicated to all women*** A Woman has the most unique character like salt! Her presence is never remembered, but her absence makes all the things tasteless. Pass it to all the lovely ladies...Ur Mother. Ur Wife. Ur daughter. Ur sister & Ur friend. Forward to every woman to make her smile and to every man to make him realize a woman's worth.