Victor Firdance Page, Abuja (2025)

01/02/2025

So there was this time I was planning to select some of my old inner-wears and throw them but I sincerely didn't have the time to because of the kind of work I was doing at that time. At that time too I was planning to buy a packet of new ones to replace the ones I planned to throw away.

One Friday evening on my way back from work, I remembered the moment I saw a man who was selling boxers. You need to see how I thanked God that moment. Sandra, a crush of mine was to come to my house on Saturday which was the following day. This was a girl I have tried over and over again to get close to. I didn't want her to see me in old boxers Ofcos and that was the more reason I alighted from the bus to buy a new packet for myself.

The following morning which was a Saturday, and also the day Sandra was to come, I selected the old boxers I had and took them outside to burn them. I also added two shirts that had changed color completely because I wore them more than the recommended years due to lack. 😀 I dropped them outside my door and went inside to pick matches and kero so I could set them ablaze and drop my condolences.

I think I spent close to 30 minutes inside the house perambulating. When I emerged from the house with kero and matches, my old boxers were gone. Five of them in number all gone with the two shirts I dropped on the floor.

I looked around.

There was no one close to ask. I began to wonder who would come and carry old used boxers and shirts that had become rags to wear.

I ended up going back inside the house.

Later that evening after Sandra my beloved had visited and I was walking her out, I saw one popular mentally unstable man whom I usually give little change to when he hails me.

He was sitting in front of my gate.

As I stepped out with Sandra he lifted his hands and hailed me.

"Oga Victor. I greet you and your wife."

I laughed.

"Tayo, how na?"

"Your boy dey. I wan thank you o. You see that your cloth wey you keep for outside, na me carry am. I wait for you but you no commot."

"Really. No wonder. I looked for the clothes when I came out but didn't see them."

He laughed.

"Na me. Na me carry am."

Sandra was smiling. I know in her mind she was saying eyaaa... She held my hands even tighter. Doh baby girl.

Then it was as if an evil spirit entered him. He changed and spoilt the whole thing.

"That boxer tear o. E tear well well but I go manage am. I think say na only me dey wear tear tear boxer, but when I see your own, I shout Jesus my father. Your own bad."

Sandra left my hand. So quick!

"Out of the five boxers I carry, I bring back 1 make I show you. That one no get use at all. So I wan tell you say I go burn am."

He pulled out one of the boxers from his pocket and opened it.

"You see this one, even mad man no go collect am."

I wept!

Truly, he wasn’t wrong even though he wasn’t mentally okay because na boxer wey be say when I wear am, my Akpa Amu will be dropping because it was more like a mini skirt boxer.

So when Sandra saw it…. I cannot finish the story again. 😭😭😭😭😭

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1st February 2025
Victor Firdance Page

01/02/2025

My better half has been playing love movies since last night. Whatever that means to her is fine but I don hide remote because next minute you'll hear Valentine. Val gini?

31/01/2025

Continuation….

When I returned to look for the pregnant woman to inform her, she was already walking ahead of me. I called out to her severally. My voice carried a sense of urgency so she halted and turned to look at me.

"Wait! Please wait!"

She began to walk back, approaching me and wondering why I had called her. I believe her house was close which is why she trekked.

I looked back in search of the other children who were playing. But it was as if it happened suddenly. The children were no longer on the street. It was as if they had all ran off. While searching with my eyes, I saw the last child running into the dark.

The woman got close to me and asked.

"What is it, Sir."

"The child you refused money did something to you. I saw it but you didn't see."

She became scared.

"Please what did he do? Because I felt different after he hugged me. I felt something heavy."

"He changed your baby into a ballon. What you are carrying is not a baby. We must find them. I saw the last one. Come."

I quickly ran after the child while she followed me behind crying and praying at the same time. Suddenly, I got to an old building that was sort of abandoned. It was there I saw for the first time Children who were below 12 years old sitting on the floor in circles. Circle A and Circle B. These were witches having a meeting.

At the center of circle A was a pile of squeezed notes that had been probably given to them by strangers. And the center of circle B was different colors of cup filled with sand. I was completely dumbfounded.

I saw the boy who had hugged the pregnant woman and ran after him immediately. I grabbed him while the other boys fled off and stood afar from me watching.

You see one thing with physical witches is that they can't attack you once you know who they are. Once you know them and challenge them face to face they become scared and helpless. A witch will always come for you when you are unaware or when you are sleeping. This is why they are most active at night because they know at that point you are mostly vulnerable.

I slappèd the boy out of anger and asked him to undo what he did to the woman.

"Release her baby now!"

I shouted at the top of my voice.

He stretched his hands towards her without arguing and I saw the ballon vanish. The woman coughed again and told me she felt lighter.

I want to believe the ballon I saw felt like a stone to her but appeared as ballon to me which made her feel heavy.

I asked her to go home quickly but she paused for a second and asked if they would come after her and I said no.

"You didn't give them money. They have no connection with you and can't attack you. Go home."

I entered my car and drove home.

I shared this experience just to let you know that devil is very much present in our midst and lives in most human body. Only the prayerful and spiritually inclined folks can defeat them. Pray at all times. Witches are real.

My name is Victor Firdance, I have the rare ability to see, feel, and communicate with strange beings without any harm.

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31st January 2025
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31/01/2025

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31/01/2025

So I had a date with some lady and we went to a chinese restaurant. According to her, she loves it and wanted me to join her try it.

So we got there, they gave us stick to use and eat their spaghetti and other things like that. As I no sabi use stick chop, I collect fork o.

So, from the food she ordered for us, the only thing I was familiar with was Spaghetti and I was sha cool with it.

We started eating and she encouraged me to try other stuff on the table that I will like it which I did.

Sincerely, it was lovely but this is something my system has never tasted and I rarely purge but surprisingly, I started hearing sounds in my tummy. Sounded as though there was an accident in my tummy. You guys know what I am talking about.

So, when I got the first signal, I respected myself and told her I was filled.

It was a full day we had to spend together as per fine babe wey I just win her heart. New love dey shark. We were just 12 hours old. Na eem sheeet from my village people won spoil everything for me.

So, when we left the restaurant which is still in existence in Festac, we moved straight to the island (beach precisely).

We didn't even get to the island when I started sweating in the car. It wasn't hot because the AC was ON.

So how come? My people, na better sheeeet o.

So, she quickly told the driver to stop the car that my temperature was somehow. I got down and I was a bit relieved.

Meanwhile, it was only me and God that knew i had a running stomach. How I won take tell new babe say I won sheeeet? How I won take start? Sheeeet you do this one on my beautiful day? No wam!

So, I locked up and decided not to tell her while hoping to use the loo when we get to the beach area.

My people, we got to the island o. I began to sweat again even more than before so we parked and came down. When I got down, because of the pressure to explode, I started walking like a robot. Victor Firdance don suffer. I will carry one leg and wait, then carry another and wait because if you dare move any how at that point, it'll explode and date will spoil. I kept on moving like that so the sheeeet can return. Una know na.

My new babe did not even know it was sheeeet that was making me display all that o. I wore my pride that day and I held onto the men's code "never to fall hands" but she was busy feeling worried because I told her I had severe migraine and no where to buy drugs around.

So, after a few minutes, the poo went back again and we continued.

Immediately we got to the beach and got a spot, I excused her and went straight to use the public loo. As if the poo knew I was in the toilet, immediately I pulled my trouser down I heard kpaaaaaaaa kprokprokrokrokro fuuuuuuuup.

The first sound usually sounds like a gunshot.

The second sound is when the poo is in motion and they move fast. At that time you close your eyes and lift your face up a little bit while you ponder on what's happening beneath you.

The last sound is when it has finished and you are trying to bring out all the disappointments then you bring down your face.

After I successfully delivered the idiót, I felt as though the world was no longer on my head.

I came out smiling.

I came out a Victor.

Since then, I stopped eating what I don't know outside my house and I told my babe after a few months.

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31st January 2025
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30/01/2025

This elderly woman I know lost her son last year. At first, I thought that she may not survive the grief because she was very close to the late son. Of all of her children, the late son, Leonard, was the one that was always around her.

He took her for her hospital appointments, made her meals for her because she was on special diet. He was not the last child ooo. Infact, she has two more daughters who were younger than the late Leonard, and two older sons. So it wasn't a case of being the last born or the only son.

The deceased worked in a private firm, but some how found a way to be present for their mother. The other children were equally present and were good to mama, but it was obvious that it was Leo that could make her do certain things. When mama gets so grumpy and not in the best of mood, just report her to Leonard, and she'll switch back to her normal self.

So when Leonard suddenly slumped and died last year, everybody was afraid for Mama. But the elderly woman surprised everyone by taking the grief. She was the one who was comforting people who came to condole with her.

During the burial, she was just seated at a corner, smiling at nothing and shaking her head intermittently. Leo died a bachelor, so his burial was swift and without fanfare.

After the burial, one of her older sons took her to Lagos to stay with his family against her wish. All Mama wanted was to stay in the large family house where she raised all her kids before her husband's demise, and Leo's untimely passing, but her children refused, insisting that she needed a change of environment.

And before you say Jack, mama was already in her eldest son's house in Lagos, a nurse was hired to take care of her, and everything was going well, or so we thought.

Need I mention that Mama's sons are financially ok, so there was no financial stress or burden on her. All they wanted was for her to get over the death of her son, who was also their brother.

But mama suddenly said that she wanted to go back to Abuja, to old Kubwa where she lives. Her children persuaded her to spend more time with her son and her grandkids. But mama kept whining that she wants to go back home.

She became withdrawn, and stayed more in her room. She skipped meals and refused taking her drugs despite the effort of the nurse employed to care for her.

Sadly, they woke up one morning to see that mama had died. Her phone was beside her, and she had been dialing the late Leo's phone number for the greater part of the night. Leo is dead, and buried

His phone has been switched off and kept together with the rest of his belongings in Abuja. The reason why mama suddenly started calling his number could be because she missed him a lot.

Leo was not the wealthiest of all her children, but he was undoubtedly, the closest to their mother. Suffice it to say that Leo was a very strong anchor that kept their mother going. So after his death, their mum gradually lost touch with life, and gradually slipped away to eternity.

Maybe, mama would have still been alive if Leo had not died.

My point is, some people are the reason why the people in their lives/ families are still alive. Once they are out of the picture, everything begins to fall apart.

May her soul and that of her son find rest.

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30th January 2025
Victor Firdance Page

29/01/2025

I was at this this particular busy street at night. It was around 9pm or thereabout. I had driven there to buy a few items when I saw children playing by the streets. Some of them were holding rubber plates and standing by the roadside begging for arms.

I started wondering what children at such an age would be doing outside by such a time without being scared or worried about being kidnapped or falling into the wrong hands. These kids were below 12 years old. I think the oldest looked like 15 even though I suspected he was younger.

While buying bread from this bread seller I asked him.

"Children this age are still outside by this time?"

He laughed.

"Oga who dey rest for this country again? Everybody now dey hustle for food."

"Don't dey have guardians? People who are responsible for them?"

"These are street children. In fact, it is their guardian that send them outside and those same guardians are hiding in the dark watching them. Go and touch one and you will know that they have people watching them."

I nodded my head.

As I turned to leave after collecting my bread, I saw a small boy hugging a pregnant woman. He was one of the beggars on the street. He was trying to cajole her into giving him money. The lady was heavily pregnant.

She shoved him off her and gestured to him, telling him she didn't have money to give her.

I watched as the boy stretched his hands and something that looked like dark powers left him and entered the woman.

If not that the woman halted instantly and coughed, I would have thought it was my eyes that were deceiving me. She beat her chest with her hands and the boy turned and went back to his friends.

My eyes opened and I saw that his friends had tails of baby snakes. The tales had scales on them. One of them whom I saw holding a plate physically, was actually a spiritual calabash. So physically it was a plate everyone could see, but in the spirit, it was a calabash.

Because of how busy the street was, no one noticed the pregnant woman. I quickly dashed to her.

"Madam, are you okay?"

"Yes. Good evening. Something just entered my throat."

She coughed again.

I looked at her stomach and discovered a balloon had been channeled into her womb by that little boy.

I searched around looking for the boy but he was nowhere to be found. I tried going down to where I had seen him with the other boys but he had somehow vanished into the dark.

When I returned to look for the pregnant woman to inform her she was...

To be continued if only I have 700 shares for this post.

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29th January 2025
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29/01/2025

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29/01/2025

Donatus, fondly called Don, was the life of the party in the class. Unarguably, he was a notorious noisemaker, but somehow, he had a way of getting the teachers and the seniors not to punish him anytime his name was written down in the list of noise makers.

Don was a talker, he can convince you to believe that black is white, and at the same time, convince you to believe that white is now red.(You understand the kind of human being I'm talking about).

He employed that skill in his life. He helps his mother to sell plantains, potatoes, vegetables, etc every morning before coming to school. With time, he started selling some other edible stuff in school too, although it was without the consent of the school management.

Don graduated from selling biscuits in school, to selling garri ijebu. He will mix garri, sugar, groundnut and milk together, and tie it in a small white nylon. All we needed was just to buy it, turn it into a cup, add water, and viola! Garri is set for drinking.

His slogan back then was drop the cash! Once you hail him Don De Don, he'll reply ...Drop the cash, and begin to tell you about the health benefits of soaking garri. Same garri that we all have in our different houses, Don will convince us to buy from him because his own has a lot of invisible vitamins that will open our brains, and make us understand what the teachers are teaching us.

I no go lie for you ooo. Upon all his late coming and noise making in class, Don was a hot brain, one of the most intelligent students in our class.

Unfortunately, he couldn't write WAEC with us because he lost his father and couldn't register for the exam. He totally dropped out from school and faced business squarely. He did all sorts of legal businesses before he was able to stand on his own. Later, he registered for a part time program which he attends only on weekends. He kept expanding his business though.

So it was not a surprise to me when I saw him in Lagos, looking so handsome and different from the hustling young boy I knew way back in secondary school.

He has expanded his foodstuff business to the point where he buys directly from the farmers. Don is not ashamed of his hustle at all. He has grains section in his shop where you can see only grains like rice, beans, millet, etc. infact, when I took a look at his shop, all I saw was a man who was determined to succeed in life. He has sales boys that helps him too, each one in a different section. His shop is well organized and appealing.

After chatting with him in his shop, he ordered rice and juice for us to eat. When I hailed him Don De Don, he still replied in his old way...Drop the cash.

I ended up dropping the cash by buying a few things from him. If determination was a person, that would be Donatus. He has successfully graduated from the part time program, and he's looking forward to venturing into other areas of dried foodstuff business.

He never gave up when he lost his father, even when he hawked to earn a living, he kept his hopes alive.

What am I trying to say?

The downfall of a man is not the end of his life, once you fall, get up and shake off the dust! Keep moving untill you get your desired result.

Don’t wait for no one. You can do it!

29th January 2025
Victor Firdance Page

27/01/2025

This afternoon, two physically disabled people walked up to me on a lonely part where I was discussing with my old barber I had not seen for long in the car. They stood by my car window and kept singing in Hausa language. I didn't understand what they were singing because I don't speak the Hausa language but my barber understands it.

One was blind and the other one was limping with a bent left leg. So the bent-legged man was leading the blind man.

The blind one was wearing a dark shade and just humming to the song his friend was singing.

The song they were singing was well composed. The rhythm in that song was too sweet. I started nodding my head to the beats and hums they made.

I was nodding.

Just as I was about to remove two thousand naira note to give to them, I noticed that the one who was blind and wearing a dark shade stopped singing at some point. It was as if he was looking at me with anger.

I started wondering why he stopped singing.

So I asked the one with the bent leg.

"Your friend is blind ba?"

"Yes. He blind finish. His eyes have closed."

To prove he was blind, he quickly took off the blind man's glasses. It was suddenly. No time to prepare. That was how I met the eyeballs of this man I thought was blind staring at me and my barber in the eyes.

The eyes were even brighter and fresher than our own.

"Una well done." I greeted them.

The man with the bent leg had to look at the eyes of the friend to confirm. When he saw his eyes were open, he started shouting.

"I have told you to close your eyes. Sometimes these people want to confirm that you are truly blind before they give us money. I don tell you this thing before."

"Can't you see the man was dancing to our predicament?"

"E concern you? Na money you come Abuja come find abi na predicament you come display. Small money them wan give us now you have spoil show."

"But you see he was looking at us and dancing as if he was happy i was blind."

"Before you blind? Abeg make we change location."

This was all said in Hausa angrily and my barber interpreted for me immediately.

Before I could open my mouth, the one with bent leg suddenly straightened his leg. Blind man on a wheelchair stood up and they began to go.

We became dumbfounded and began to laugh out loud.

What a miracle!

Thank God my 2k is still in my pocket.

If not ehn! BBBloooooord for flow.

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27th January 2025
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27/01/2025

I heard the story of a man who lost his job, and was so depressed that he almost hurt himself. He was employed as a personal driver to one of the ogas who work in a big company.

He has been working diligently untill his wife became sick and was admitted in the hospital. The driver had to care for his sick wife as well as do his job, which sometimes takes him late into the night before he returns to his family. But because of his wife's illness, he begged his boss to give him some days off, but the boss refused, asking him to get someone else to stay in the hospital with the sick wife.

The young driver couldn't afford to loose his wife as there was no one else to be with her in the hospital, as well as run little errands. He took two days off, only for him to return, and was told that he had been sacked.

He begged and begged, but his boss's heart was already hardened. He left that place with a sorrowful heart. He was crying as he was walking home. Do you know what it means for a grown man to be shedding tears while walking on the road? The pain, anguish and distress he must be feeling at that moment.

Well, it was at that darkest hour of his life that his change came. A man who was seated in his car, and making a call, noticed the distressed man, and called out to him.

The sacked driver went to meet him, and when he was asked what the problem was, he explained his ordeal to the man.
The man comforted and encouraged him, he took his phone contact and promised to call him later the same day.

He did as he promised, and in the course of their phone conversation, he got to know that the driver was a graduate. He asked him if he would like to work in his own company, and the man joyfully agreed.

He sent him the address of his company, and told him to meet him there the next day.

When he came to the office, the man was amazed at his impressive CV, he had a brief chat with him, and subsequently employed him as a supervisor in his company. The salary package was farrrrr better than what he was paid as a driver. To add icing to the cake, the job came with an accomodation.

His wife gradually recovered from the illness, and their lives took a better turn for life.

I believe that when he suddenly lost his job as a driver, he thought his world has come to an end. To make it worse, his wife was sick and hospitalized. It was actually a very dark hour for him, but God works in mysterious ways, he made a beautiful way of escape for him, he was sacked as a driver, and that was how he met his destiny helper.

This is the kind of testimony that looks like a lie.

Well, I don’t know how God will do it but I pray for you reading this post now, may God, the Master planner and Creator of the Universe always come through for you in your dark moments in Jesus’ Name.

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27th January 2025
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26/01/2025

I stopped to buy suya from a man I saw selling at the road side yesterday evening. I have been craving suya for long so I decided to satisfy my crave the moment I saw him. I have never bought meat from the man before. It was my first time.

As I approached him, I discovered he was a mallam. He was dressed like one. Two women were standing in front of him.

When he saw me he shouted and smiled.

"Kwastama! kwastama"

"Mallam how na?"

"Toh fine. We thank God my kwastama"

"This one you are hailing me like you know me."

He looked at my face.

"I know you na."

"From where?"

"You dey come buy my meat well well."

"Me?"

"Yes."

"This is my first time of coming to buy meat at your place o."

He chuckled.

"Is a lie. Haba. Is it not you that is Tochukwu? Tochukwu Iberibe."

I laughed.

He too joined me and laughed.

"Shege Tochukwu Iberibe. You think I will not remember you? Shege kawai." He exclaimed in Hausa.

As he cut his meat he asked.

"How was the man power I give you that day. Hope you no pinish your wife for bed?"

The two women looked at me.

"Mallam I am not Tochukwu o."

"Shege."

He turned to the two women standing there.

"He is shy? Tochukwu come meet me for here say him need strong thing for him wife. Na my kwastama."

I laughed.

"Mallam give me meat abeg. I am not Tochukwu. Look my face well."

He paused.

Looked at my face and opened his mouth.

"Kuma it is true o. Sorry. Kai... Wrong person. You are not him. Tochukwu get bald head. But you look like him Allah! How much meat you want?"

"5k"

"You need Monkey or Donkey?"

I looked at the meat closely.

"You say?"

"Monkey meat or Donkey? The donkey own sweet well."

I looked at the women.

One of them smiled.

"Buy the monkey own that one is sweeter."

Meat crave vanished from me instantly.

I turned and started walking to my car.

"Kwastama! You no buy again? Come na. Tochukwu!"

Me:👇

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26th January 2025
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25/01/2025

When you travel to more developed and advanced countries, you will notice that most of your prayer points in Naija, has been taken care of by a working system/government in that country.

Back then in school, one of my lodge mates, Wale, had this habit of praying about everything. He wasn't really the churchy type, but his prayer points usually centers on things that an average person may consider as mundane.

Being a Lagos brought up, he prays about traffic jam, prays not to meet agberos or 419ners on the way.

Sometimes, he prays that Iya Sekinat, the woman that sells akara and ogi in our street should open for the day because that is where his breakfast and lunch will come from.

But top on the list of Wale's prayer points was for NEPA to bring light. During the heat period, he brings out a mat and sleeps on the corridor of our Lodge. Even at midnight, you will hear him lamenting about the hot weather and the epileptic state of power in the country.

"Ilu yii, otu sunmi gaan! I am tired, this whole country is a mess mehn" He will hiss and grunt in anger.

The worst was during the exam period, I don't know how it happens, but just few days to the commencement of exams, the neighborhood transformer will just blow, throwing everyone in darkness, and Wale, in deep s**t.

The serious students will port to the school library, while people like me, who prefers to read and study at home, will face the music of heat and mosquitoes.

At that point, Wale's anger usually gets to a boiling point. He will just be speaking big big grammar to show his displeasure. Through out my stay in that lodge, Wale dresses up only when he's going to school or an important place. Once he's at home, he only wears his boxers or knicker. He leaves his chest bare 247. Even to wear singlet, Wale will complain that he can't wear it because the weather is damned too hot.

He never stopped fantasizing of traveling abroad where almost everything is working perfectly.

Colour me surprised when I saw a picture of someone that looks familiar on Facebook- people you may know. The name looked familiar, so I accepted the request, only for me to find out that it was Wale.

Guy has travelled abroad. We chatted briefly on messenger and I can't help but ask him.

"Wale, you still dey pray for traffic jam for there?"

"For where? Even light is no longer an issue mehn. Na only people like Iya Sekinat for our street I dey miss for here." We both started laughing, even though he had escaped Naija and it's wahala, he still misses our local food.

The one wey shock me pass be say Wale don dey cover body. He now wears winter jacket, with gloves and head warmers. Wale wey no dey gree wear cloth for Naija, don dey dress up fully for abroad.

Nothing is actually impossible. Na condition make crayfish bend.

It is only when you find yourself in a functional society that you will understand that some of your prayer points, are usually your basic human right.

Me at the INT’L Airport right now 👇🏿

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26th January 2025
Victor Firdance Page

24/01/2025

FROM MY INBOX!

Good morning Mr Victor, your post about that woman whose husband took the key of her Mazda car from her reminds me of the case of my eldest sister.

My sister was dating this handsome and wealthy guy who stopped her from the part time job she was doing to sponsor herself in school. The guy came into my sister's life and spoilt her silly. He gives her weekly allowance, buys expensive gifts for her, takes her shopping, and even to vacations abroad.

My sister left the trenches, and started enjoying soft life. I was truly happy for her, after all, suffer head no be nickname.

A few years later, they got married in a fairy tale kind of wedding. She got pregnant and had their son. They had enough domestic staff to take care of things at home, so my sister was still enjoying her baby girl life style. By that time, I was already doing my NYSC, and I was staying in their house. One fateful morning like that, I don't know what happened between my sister and her hubby, but when she tried driving out of the compound, the security men positioned at the gate refused her from driving out with the jeep, citing that it was an order from oga(my sister's husband).

My sister entered her room and wept. That was the wake-up call she needed. Her brain adjusted and re-formatted, and she remembered where she was coming from.

She advised herself by herself. She went back to upgrade her sewing skill which she abandoned. She got the necessary machine and started sewing from home. From there, she got a shop, and she's doing well for herself now.

I no longer stay with them, but if you see my sister going to source for fabrics at Aba, you will never believe that she has touched soft life before. She can wear Crocs and walk the whole of Ariaria market with just her didi hair style or a hair bonnet.

She don trowey soft life, enter street to hustle. Now, she can afford anything she wants without waiting for her husband to give it to her.

Even the husband too has mellowed down the moment he realized that my sister has thrown away the odogwu's wife title and entered the street.

Sometimes, what we need is a little pushing and shoving here and there to awaken the lioness in us.

If not for that incident, my sister would have still been doing nwunye odogwu up and down. But now, she has her own money, and still growing her brand.

Thank you Mr Victor for using your page to teach us important life lessons.

24th January 2025
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