Things I’ll Never Say.

Published May 16, 2012 by itsifeoma

I won’t Tell you
About my childhood,
Learning to accept
Who i was
As a little child.

I won’t tell you
How much my mother
Hated me.
How she always wished aloud,
She would have
Gotten rid of me
Because, according to her
I wrecked her dreams
Of having a brighter future.

I won’t tell you
How Uncle James,
My mother’s lover
The man whom i thought
Was going to be my father,
My Childhood Innocence
He told me
“I did it so that we could
Share a bond,
Together, Forever”
He Lied, he only ruined me.

I won’t tell you
How i craved attention,
As a young girl
How much
I wanted a friend,
Someone whom i could
Share my thoughts with,
To feel affection,
To be needed.
But there was no one.

I won’t tell you,
How i searched for Peace
Within my inner self.
I need her so much,
To mend my open sores.
And I found her
Or I thought I had found her.

We met on a lonely cold night
Down the alley,
Where the rejects stayed
Sniffing her
Like she was their only hope.

She changed my sad times
Into high times,
Even though it was temporary,
She still made me feel good.
Or so I thought
Till she ruined me.

I was drawn
Far away from reality.
I was slowly becoming
A recluse.
My situation
Had become irredeemable.

I won’t tell you
Why I’m Standing
On the handrails of
This bridge,
In the wee hours of the morning,
Waiting for the half rising sun,
With this Rope
In my right hand.
I inhale
The cool morning breeze
Who knows,
It just might be my last.

I won’t tell you
Why i’m taking this leap,
To meet the Immortal One
And ask him
“why did it have to turn out this way?”
And beg him
If I could return once more,
In a different situation.

As i tighten the rope
On my neck,
I won’t tell you why.
Are the things I’ll Never Say.

Published February 20, 2012 by itsifeoma

Kemmiiii's Blog

Well, I chose this as the topic because of there are some people who follow a trend, whether or not its right they don’t mind and they do this stuffs mostly out of Ignorance OR because ‘this and that’ celebrity is doing it.
Most times there are things I see people wearing or doing and I’m like; Oh well… If only they knew.


The thing I really don’t get about this ‘trend’ is when it became fashionable to show one’s underwear, just like the ladies who enjoy showing us their bra straps. By now everyone should know that sagging actually started in American prisons because prisoners were not allowed to wear belts. But its so stupid that it has become a ‘fashion trend’ among guys.

Some guys put their trousers below their butt! To be honest, whenever I see a guy sagging it sorta seems like they’ve poo-ed…

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IKEJA BOMB BLAST: Through the Eyes Of A Child.

Published January 27, 2012 by itsifeoma

Good Day Everyone,
Today is the 10th year remembrance of the Ikeja Bomb Blast. Alot of People died that day, well, for those of us who are escaped unhurt, We thank God too for keeping us alive till thisday.

When I woke up this morning, i did my daily morning rituals after that I logged in to my twitter account just to see what was going on, I saw a tweet on my TL.

“Today is the 10th year remembrance of the Ikeja Bombblast”

I was surprised when i saw it though because I could still remember everything, every single thing that happened. I told my Parents and they were like 10yrs?! They could still remember how it all happened like it occured yesterday.

I was still a child when it occured, I remember how people were weeping, shouting and fleeing for their lives! Those of you who resided and still reside in Ikeja and its environs know what i’m talking about.

The story begins:
It was on a quiet sunday evening, my younger ones and I were playing in the compound under the watchful eyes of my aunt.

We were all laughing and running when all of a sudden the whole compound started shaking! I was scared, I thought ‘Jesus was coming’. We all ran upstairs, the grounds were still shaking while we were at it, when we were going upstairs we were been flung from left to right we had to hold the hand rails for stability. I remember my 3yr old sister at that time saying ‘Blood Of Jesus’. Yeah, it seems funny now but it wasn’t at that moment.

We got upstairs my mum looked worried she was just waking up from her siesta, I remember how she screamed and made for the stairs to come and get us, and my dad? Well at the time we went downstairs to play he was reading a newspaper when we came up he carried us and said we had to hurry up and leave. (Coincidentally, my mum said she had a dream that ‘everywhere’ was quaking. Lo and behold when she woke up everywhere started shaking)

I was surprised when he said ‘leave’, what did he mean? ‘Leave’ to where?!.

We got ready to do so, I took my most important possesion ‘my pink pokémon’ sunglasses it had a pink rope too and my brother took his too a blue sunglass, it was part of those things mum bought for my siblings and I during christmas (remember during christmas, parents would buy sunglasses and wristwatches for their kids along with their ‘christmas dresses’ :D). I hung it on my neck and we got ready to leave, when my mum saw me with the glasses she wanted me to drop it, I bluntly refused, how could I leave my beautiful sunglasses behind? My dad intervened and allowed me too take it along, since i could hang it on my neck (reading this seems like it happened in 20 mins but believe me, this all happened in like 5mins)

We got out of the house, unluckily for us the fuel in the car had finished, after going to church and back (God, why?!) so we had to trek.

Everyone in the neighbourhood started leaving their houses, no one even had the time to talk about what was happening or where they were going. All this while, the ground hadn’t quaked. (Thank God).

We started trekking, we followed the crowd, everybody was leaving, but to where? Nobody knew.
I remember my mum clutching my hand in hers and my dad doing the same to my brother, my aunt carried my sister on her back.
We trekked till it was dark in the evening, it seemed like we were all running away from something, something we knew nothing about, we were just running to save our lives.

When it became dark, we got to a swampy area, i remember how mosquitoes were all over my legs. I remember how we all had to cross a canal! to get to the ‘other side’, I didn’t need to ask why we had to do so, afterall I could see everyone was going there. With the innocence every child my age had, i thought maybe at the ‘other side’ all this would be over.

We began crossing the canal, a very dangerous and deadly task, the ‘road’ (a mound, something like farm beds only that they were higher) was very narrow add that to the amount of people who were also there and the fact that it was dark and the grounds had started quaking again!

My mother clutched my hand tighter, i did the same to my ‘pink pokémon’ sunglasses, my dad held my brother tightly and my aunt did the same to my sister, it was like a ‘buckle-your-seatbelts-for-the-rollercoaster ride’ sorta thing the difference was that we were trekking and this was no FUN ride, it was A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH!

As the man of the house, my dad was at our back as we were crossing, we were trying hard not to make a mistake because any little slip and you were going to meet a watery grave, which was right beside us!

Everything seemed alright till my father slipped he mumbled something, My mother noticed what just happened and screamed, People behind him quickly held him and my Junior brother (God bless those people whoever they were). If he had fallen along with my brother I would have LOST A FATHER AND A BROTHER THAT DAY! But God in his infinite mercy didn’t allow that to occur.

By the time we had gotten to the ‘other side’ the quaking had subsided and it was a bit peaceful.
I knew something like that would happen, it was like the story of the Israelites crossing the Red Sea, when they reached the ‘other side’ it was peaceful 🙂

It was already dark, families met other families and were discussing about what happened, while the children stayed close by.
I later noticed something like fire in between the earth and the grounds (the same view you get when go to a beach and it seems like the sea and skies are near each other), It was actually fire, it glowed for some time and died down i t continued like that till i decided to ask my dad what it was, he told me it was as a result of what just happened (the explosions), I was confused, this fascinating sight i was looking at was what actually caused all these? (it was actually fascinating, at least to my eyes and that of my brother).

When we were sure everything had died down, we started heading home. When we got home, there was no light, but it felt good all the same to be home, i remember when i sat down on the couch i said this out “Home Sweet Home” (something i learnt from cartoons & movies)
A few of our ceiling had fallen down due to the impact of the explosion.

Well, the rest of the night we thanked God for our lives, i had my bath ate and went to bed.

End Of Story.

If you are amazed at how i could remember all these after 10years, believe me when something like this happened especially when you could have lost TWO of your LOVED ONES, YOU WON’T EVER FORGET SUCH AN INCIDENCE.
I Later learnt that even though People were killed as a result of the explosions, more people died as a result in attempting to cross the canal, that same canal we also crossed! Thank God for our lives. Over 500people died that day!

I know this post seems sorta long.
My account of the bombblast is still the only one i know, so if you experienced the bombblast on the 27th Of January 2002, please share your story in the comment box, no matter how short/long it maybe and if you also know anyother Blog that contains something about the Ikeja Bomb blast pls share it in the comment box too.
If what you read made sense to you or you can relate with what happened, don’t forget to share this post .

May the souls of The faithful departed through the Mercy Of God. Rest In Peace. Amen.
May their families find Peace and May God help them. Amen.

Click here to read more about the Ikeja Bomb blast.

( @Night_Crawlr )

The Guy In Blue …..II

Published December 2, 2011 by itsifeoma

Out of the blues, a police car came riding into the neighbourhood following closely behind it was an ambulance, blasting its sirens, the sound was piercing, the red and blue light of the sirens gave everywhere a dull tint of red and blue, making it look like one of those crime scenes I see on the screen of my TV.
The police car stopped right at the entrance to the same compound and four policemen alighted from the car, the team of paramedics also alighted from the ambulance with a stretcher.
“What on earth could be going on?” I wondered aloud.
I looked around the restaurant, Now everyone had also turned their attention to the street. It seemed like everyone had the same question on their lips, they were all whispering softly.

I looked back at the ‘crime scene’. I was surprised a small crowd had already gathered and to think that almost an hour ago, the street looked devoid of inhabitants.
People were already trooping out of the restaurant into the street. Well, I grabbed my wallet off the table and joined the ‘bandwagon’. When ‘we’ were all out on the street, in the centre of the crowd that had gathered, I noticed the dark skinned girl that I referred to as the flatmate to the other girl in the company of two policemen, the other two were heading for the gate into the compound.

The street had become noisy, I strained my ears in other to pick out a few words from what she was telling the policemen, she had tears in her eyes as she was talking. The people standing in front of me were not even helping matters.
The paramedics were already coming out of the gate with someone on the stretcher, it was obviously the light-skinned girl.
I could tell from the questions and the look on their faces they were all surprised. I looked closely to check for possible injuries, there was no blood so that meant no injuries, I heaved a sigh of relief. But wait! Her neck! Her head was turned in a position that obviously no living being’s own would have been, like there wasn’t a single bone in it. That could only mean one thing….. her neck was broken….. And she was………


“My goodness!” This could not be happening, I had just seen this woman an hour and a few minutes ago, and now she was nothing but a body…… a lifeless body.
Her ‘flatmate’, I guess was still giving her own account of what she knew. I looked around, I was wondering if I was the only one who had seen the tall dark-skinned guy with the mischievous smile who dropped her off. Well, that didn’t matter, I was going to tell the police what I saw, since he was the last person who had dropped that girl off.
But how could someone be so cruel, I knew there something about that smile and the way he sped off like he was being chased.
I had to tell the policeman, I struggled past the crowd, that was tough considering the fact that i’m not tall. Then my wallet fell off my hand just at the wrong moment, I bent down to pick it up immediately, i hoped it hadn’t been kicked away. Just then someone began tapping my elbow, maybe the person had found my wallet, I looked around me It didn’t seem like anyone had tapped me everyone had their attention on what was going on, I continued searching for my wallet, the person tapped my elbow again. I stood up, searched for the person and couldn’t see the person, I could not understand why. I still hadn’t found my wallet, I stopped looking for it and struggled through the crowd.
Then all of a sudden someone jabbed me in my left side, my legs gave out underneath me and i fell, my eyes shut closed immediately. I could hear what was going on but i couldn’t respond, what puzzled me the most was that someone was still tapping me

I tried opening my eyes and surprisingly they snapped open.

I wasn’t on a stretcher but sitting right at my table at the resturant with my head faced down, apparently I had fallen asleep. Someone tapped me on my elbow again, I looked up….. it was the waiter, he had taken off his uniform….. He had a blue shirt on and the same smile i had seen in my dream minutes ago….. I looked at his hands expecting to collect my bill….. rather he held a glinting piece of metal….. a knife! I looked up at his face he was smiling wider now….. I looked around, the resturant was empty,My heart paced faster I had to think fast, very fast……… He brought the knife down slowly, I tried ducking him, but he was faster, he held me tightly on my throat, I couldn’t breathe, I felt the cold steel of the knife on my throat. I gave up struggling, there was only one thing I could do.
……….. I screamed…..

The Guy In Blue….. I

Published November 26, 2011 by itsifeoma

Evening Everyone!

Its exactly a week and a day since I published ‘My First Blog Post’, this is my second one. I wanted to post this yesternight but….
Today, we lost a very Great man who was among those who tried moving this ‘Great’ Nation forward (Even though his dream of the country Biafra was not realized). Its sad that the few Just and upright leaders are slowly fading away. So let’s observe a minute silence for CHIEF CHUKWUEMEKA ODUMEGWU OJUKWU AGED 78. MAY HIS SOUL REST IN PERFECT PEACE… AMEN.

Well here’s my story. Enjoy.


Thank God I was done with work for today, being a secretary is not easy at all, back at work we had three board meetings, I stood through all the meetings plus I skipped lunch, work for me ended by 7.00pm.


I rushed home, took a quick shower and decided to go to a resturant which was just 20 minutes drive from my neighbourhood.

I arrived at the resturant, and a small place, located in a serene residential area which is one of the reasons I patronise it and the waiters are customer-friendly, the resturant had a few people in it. I headed for the seat by the window A waiter approached me, greeted me in a friendly manner, handed me a menu and I ordered fruit juice and fried rice with beef.
I stared out of the window, there really wasn’t anything to look at apart from the houses and very few passers-by. I began reminiscing my day at work and how to get ready for the next day, I was so tired that i could have slept off, a few minutes later, a black chevrolet came into view, I munched on my dinner and looked on.


The car stopped infront of a small gate to an apartment that was opposite the resturant, out of sheer curiosity, I paid attention to whoever was going to come out of the car.

The driver’s door of the car swung open, the driver was a tall dark skinned, good-looking guy who should be in his early thirties, he was wearing a blue shirt with black trousers. After he had closed his door, he looked around him swiftly as though he was searching for something and then he smiled wryly. The guy went to the right side of his car and opened the door, a light skinned young lady of average height in skirt suit stepped out of the car and the guy shut the door.

They headed towards the gate with the lady in the guy’s arms, it seemed like the lady said something funny because the guy had a huge smile on his lips, from their body contacts I could tell they were a couple.
The few times I had eaten here I had never taken note of the houses, Perhaps it could be because I had never sat down beside this window to carefully observe the environs.


Minutes later, I noticed the guy in blue coming out of the gate, without the young lady. He looked around again at the now empty street as if to make sure no one was watching him, he smiled again, that mischievous smile he had on his lips when he was about to open the door of the car for the light-skinned lady, as he hurriedly entered his car and sped off.


I decided concentrating on my dinner, while I was wondering about the queer behaviour of the guy in the blue shirt.

From the corner of my eyes, I noticed that someone was approaching towards that same gate. I took a quick glance in that direction, it was a dark skinned young lady of average height, dressed in a trouser suit walking towards the gate and headed for the same apartment, it seemed like she had just finished from the day’s work because she held a handbag in her right hand and a folder in the other.
She was probably the flatmate to the light skinned girl. I watched as she stepped into the compound.


I was almost through with my dinner, I decided to relax as I sipped on my juice.
About 10 minutes later, the same lady who I saw walking into the compound opposite the restaurant I was dining at, ran out of the compound, she sort of seemed confused. She was running on the street like she was looking for some kind of help.
I looked around the restaurant to see if anyone was also taking note of what had been going on, everyone was either eating or talking to someone else. Oh well, I shrugged I might as well look on to see what was going to happen next.


Yes, something did happen next.

My First Blog Post

Published November 11, 2011 by itsifeoma

I would call this the first post i’m making on my new blog. I had a blog but it got messed up (some ish that’s too long to explain).
I was meant to publish my first post today (11/11/11), since the blog got messed up, i opened this new blog just about 3hrs ago.
So, i decided to post ‘anything’ since its 11/11/11. I believe its a nice date since (according to my calculations,which i believe is very accurate) this year comes in a THOUSAND YEARS!!!. Even the Egyptian archaelogists tried opening a pharaoh’s pyramid today, since it was instructed to be done in a date that RARELY comes around.(some ish about the curse of the MUMMY)
Okay, i’ll round this up cos it sorta seems long for an intro post besides, i better hurry up and post it before it strikes midnight and it will end up being on the 12/11/11 after all my effort.
You guys should WATCH THIS SPACE cos real soon i’ll start posting. 🙂
Its iFeoma! Signing out….