Fruitful Days....

fruitful days are here,
all are here not there.
fruitful days has come,
you create it here not there.
fruitful days may be slow,
but the gains you earn last more.

fruitful days just like the air,
always here not far away.
fruitful days are not always seen,
where wisdom and discipline lack.
fruitful days are not always clear,
senses must smell it near.

fruitful days we all await,
not all sees when it comes.
fruitful days make me and you,
nature needs us to make it work.
fruitful days wont walk away,
if we hold on to our faith and work.

fruitful days your waves we feel,
who feels and not tap from it.
fruitful days is all we need,
feel it and embrace it all.
fruitful days are everyday,
since everyday is a good day.

My Mother,My Friend.

My Mother, My Friend,
The only woman that truly cares.
My Mother,My Friend,
The only one that forever cleaves.
My Mother,My Friend,
The only one that never leaves.


My Mother, My friend.
When all fails,she still remains,
My Mother,My Friend.
When the clouds are dark,my light,
My Mother,My Friend.
When the storms attack,my peace.


My Mother, My Friend,
She is her husband's pride.
My Mother, My Friend,
She is her children's jewel.
My Mother, My Friend
She is my treasure,not to be sold.

My Mother, My Friend,
Let the world hail my priceless pearl.
My Mother, My Friend,
Let grace embrace and comfort her.
My Mother, My Friend,
Let my creator,bless and reward her.

Dedicated to my Stainless Mum 
and all great mothers in the world,
this very day.........
Happy Mothering Sunday

Love,Across The Miles .........

Sweetness, can i call you tomorrow? He asked,yes dear,call me tomorrow. Baby i miss you more than words can say. I thought you would be home this Xmas you know. Am so lonely..she said. Yes baby girl,i know. i will visit Africa soon i promise. Just send me the list of all the stuffs you need so i can get them for you when am coming. i promise i won't disappoint this time. he pleaded"OK. She agreed"Its just that i miss u. Its been 3 years. That's a very long time you know. Its not just right and my parents are beginning to get worried. my younger sister is getting married next month and everyone thinks something is wrong with me. She replied. Baby,its fine. I will be with you soon enough, am gonna get you the latest Bentley. Sweetheart,let's make love on the phone. Baby, are u there. I have missed you the whole day could you please tell me something sweet. "He kept teasing" Baby are u there. He asked again". Yes am here. She replied.I guess you are been all emotional. I have to go, i will call you later tonight so i can hear that sexy voice of yours alright. Alright!! She replied. I love you the mother of my unborn kids,he teased..... I love you too she replied and the line went DEAD....

Distance relationship is the prolonged absence of one's partner which brings about a bridge in the normal expected communication. This is said to be one of the highest factors contributing to infidelity,failed and unhappy marriages all over the world. In as much as out of sight may not be out of heart,long distance syndrome dissipates the passion in a relationship if no effort is made for correction or if the absence goes beyond negotiation.

Love across the miles entails both partners living apart as a result of certain circumstances such as a Job,studies,greener pastures or maybe out of compulsion. Distance could be miles,countries away,states,oceans or continents away and increases the chances of infidelity,risky behaviors with anxiety,depression,lack of concentration,loss of trust and fatigue.

Love across the miles is on the increase and we need to monitor and evaluate ourselves if we are in such a relationship since it can be either avoided or neglected; if you don't value that relationship. If you are not willing to move when all the chances has been weighed and the arrow is pointing your direction,then you are wrong!!!

As sad as it may sound nowadays couples successfully love across the miles with the husband across the miles,the wife runs her career like the German machine,with both faced with the chances of cheating,flings or office romance. They have and raise kids with a nanny at their beck who in most cases passes the wrong messages to their young minds. How can a rarely home mum play the role of a father and a mother without getting the kids confused. The everyday "come and talk to daddy" thing is not just enough. He comes home once in a year to spend a week or two which would also be used to visit other extended families. The role and presence of parents play important part in the life of the children. its not by taking them to big schools or vacations abroad.

There is a clear difference between a trip and the absence of a partner. No amount of making up is ever enough.

Parenthood and relationship is a call,don't answer if u are not ready. Marriages and relationships get harder as partners exchange toy gifts,same sex relationship is on rapid increase,yes and we all agree that everything is fine. No! A toy can not replace a human,someone you to love is just irreplaceable. If you want a relationship,forget people,pull out all your emotions,be ready and willing to protect it, its yours.

Distance conceal a lot of things that may be happening, some habits and characters that can keep you living in a fools paradise. You may get into love across the miles and may never wake up to understand the wasted years.

Relationships has gone beyond voice notes,emails and phone calls. Its all hands on deck, let's make it work not walk. you may never know what people in distance relationships go through.you don't wanna know i bet you.

Prepare your minds,start seeing beyond the hidden agendas and start working towards a Godly relationship,start giving in your best,be willing and ready to sacrifice all you can now when you can. Look above the Barrytone voice and showered gifts.

Every good thing comes with time,let love be your religion and not just a word because a divorce is an amputation that leaves a permanent scar, open for all to see.

The Born Again...........

Zara Eni is a prolific writer, a HIV Counseling and Testing counselor (HCT),
an adolescent Reproductive health Ambassador,
works with a leading HIV/AIDS NGO in Abuja, Nigeria.

She is a singer, a motivational speaker and a blogger.



"Stand up…" your mother is here to see you” came the voice of Ebere, the most horrible voice I have heard in the past 2 months her voice came like a roaring thunder, like a bile in my tongue causing me to feel even more nauseous. I couldn't stop wondering why she can’t be nice. No!!! I can’t pull through this with this damned woman. For God sake I think she is not just encouraging and doesn't also know her job description. I have been ill for days and haven’t been eating well though I felt so weak and hungry these days. My period has been on leave and has refused to start work in the past few weeks. My mum sure visits every now and then but sometimes I just feel like seeing no one but myself. With the very last strength left in me, I managed to stagger up and out of the room. I walked briskly like I was going to fall but I still managed to find myself and hold my feet. My mum looked deep asleep though she was awake; all her smiles were gone with the wind though she still found a way to force them out in response to mine. She is basically the only one that sticks and doesn't wither amidst all storms of life. “Hi, mum, good morning. I managed to say, my princess ‘she called, what is wrong with you? Why have you refused to let go of the past, she asked.mum you know am trying, am going to be fine soon, ok! We will pull through this together and I will be out of here soon enough. We will all be happy again.” I consoled’ .mum gave me a warm hug, one thing that gets me going this critical moment. She’s my jewel of inestimable value. She looked at me, held my hand and right there before her, I started throwing up. When I finally looked up, the look on her face scared me to death as the most terrifying question came; Olaedo, ARE YOU PREGNANT? Like an arrow soaked in the venom of a black mamba, it pierced my soul. I couldn't look up; I could not speak.cry or even blink. Mum busted into tears and I heard the word, "time up, to your cell",came the voice of Ebere. I moved back to my darkness, my silence, the very echo of my own voice. I cried for the very first time since I came to the cell. It dawned on me that my life was on a compound pendulum, that if I didn't talk as soon as possible I may lose it all. Now my mum is heartbroken, friends have taken long walks and apparently I was only left with family. Alone with my thoughts, I slept off even without opening the food.
I was woken up by cries from the general cell; an inmate just died but that wasn't new anymore. More died everyday and most times we don’t even know what day or time of the day it was. We just lived one day at a time. Tomorrow I will appear in court for the first time, for murder. I had mixed feelings and thoughts, committing suicide, carrying the baby of a rapist. I thought of my parents, my mum, my dad, my siblings and everyone I knew. In here am alone, no family or friends. Sometimes I don’t speak to anyone for days. I haven’t even spoken to my lawyer yet. My room was cold, mum wanted me to stay alone; I don’t want my baby to mix up with all those criminals she would say. But dohhh, we are all criminal. We are all in uniforms, we are all in chains and we are all in jail. I had my meal in silence and just as I was about to take a nap, my lawyer’s presence was announced. Olaedo how are you doing? “She asked”. Am fine ma.”I replied”, my name is Barrister Bola Bayo your new lawyer and you have to tell me about it all before we can face the court tomorrow. I heard you refused to talk to any of the old lawyers but you need to understand that you have been here for two months already and your silence will only activate more number of days. Please the warder you need to excuse us, I need some privacy with my client. ’Bola walked Ebere out of the room. I saw the look on her face as she walked out of the room. I took a deep sigh of relief as I watched her move her heavy body. Now Olaedo, talk to me, am all ears now, what exactly happened on that faithful day. In the most sober reflection, I began my story, the story that changed my life forever… so did you hit him in the head, ‘she asked’, Barrister I didn't hit him so I don’t know anything about the internal brain injury; ’I sobbed. Tears rolled down my face and I wiped my cheeks with the back of my palm, it then dawned on me that I was oozing seriously, I was smelling so differently; all the alluring scents from Elizabeth Arden, Victoria secrets and cupcakes from bodycology cologne were all gone. She listened to me and took note of every word I said. She encouraged me to be honest, strong and confident in court as that will boost my freedom chances with the judge.

I was found guilty of man slaughter under self defense during sexual abuse, and I was sentenced to 3 years imprisonment without a parole. I had my baby in jail and was faced with the trauma of living without her. Rainbow was not a prisoner and could not remain in jail with me, all thanks to my mum and family members. Family indeed is the greatest gift of love. She was sweet and pretty. It was my birthday and my family visited. Kelvin came with them to my greatest surprise and I was excited. I haven’t seen him in 2 years i heard he travelled out and I was in jail, that’s crazy. Wasted years!! He became a regular visitor and I got to know Sandra was married, Olu relocated and Michael was running his masters abroad. I was doing well in jail oh, but the outside world will have been a better option. My mum, Kevin and a few family members where there for me. I looked forward to my freedom and it finally came faster than I thought. I was set free, free indeed.

I was released after 3 years; of course Rainbow was 2 years old already. I came home to a surprise welcome party hosted by Kelvin. It was my first occasion in 3 years and it was worth while as I got to meet friends and family I haven’t seen in a while. Right there at the party, Kevin proposed to me, my joy knew no bounds as I accepted and was getting ready to pick up the pieces of my life again. My life started falling into place again, I went back to school, rounded up and got good job then I got married to Kevin. He led me to Christ right from my days in jail and I bet you there is no better position than the wife of a pastor, We were pastors with our different jobs and God was so merciful to us all. We had just Rainbow for a while but after two years, we were blessed with a set of twin angelic boys. My heart went afloat with joy. My husband was out of the country and we were expecting him that same day. My daughter had been down with typhoid and malaria with just my mum to take care of her as she clung to grandma’s arms when Kevin walked in and the atmosphere changed. Lots of family and church members were walking in and out of my room. Lots of bags for the kids and for me. I was asked to sleep as I was given some pain killers and I remember dreaming of having a wonderful family dinner. I slept the whole day and woke up later in the evening.


I was worried and had to ask the Doctor how my kids were doing. Your boys are fine and your daughter I doing well too. She’s responding now, her father gave her some blood so she’s picking up, the fever is low now. The doctor replied. I slowly sank into my bed without word, how could AB give blood to blood group O? That’s not possible. I thought for a while and asked the doctor, only to confirm Kevin was the same blood group with Rainbow. I busted into tears, God let this not be true please. the pain is too much for me to bear.Kevin couldn't deny it, Jide drugged me for Kevin to get laid for the first time. Jide and I had been very good friends since we got into school. it was a clique thing, him, myself, Olu, Kevin, Sandra, Funmi and Michael. I wasn't ready for anything serious since we all rolled together, it was his birthday and we all visited, had fun and partied but how I woke up in his bed was unexplained. I didn't say a word because I met Sandra in his room with Olu. i don’t take alcohol so what exactly happened to me. My thought went to and fro as I went back to my apartment that day but while I was having my bath, I noticed I had been raped and sexually abused, my pant was torn with semen all over the genitals. I lost my mind and dressed up straight back to his house. There was another fight going on already. Sasha one of the hottest girls on campus had already turned his house inside out. On seeing me they got even more deranged. Her voice tempo increased, so she is the tramp you locked me out for, oh she’s the one, Sasha asked. I looked at her and managed to mutter a WHAT? Olaedo you are a tramp, what have you come here to do, I thought you claimed to be a virgin, so what are you here for; came the voice of the one that defiled me. My brain went reverse and all i did was pick up the knife on the table and rushed over to him and stabbed him, and he started beating me blue black before suddenly he screamed holding his head then he fell. Sasha took to her heels…all my testimonies in court was like flogging a dead horse, no one believed me, I had no witnesses, no one to talk to or confide in, so I faced my music alone, I sang alone, danced alone and cheered myself alone too.

I have been living with the man who changed my story.How do I tell other women to save their marriages when I don’t have mine, I have been betrayed to the latter. Kevin laid me without a condom that faithful night, Jide died, I got pregnant, I went to jail as a criminal, he wasted 3 years of my life and gave his own life to Christ, became a pastor and converted me to Christ then married me to feel good about himself. God!!! Mba nu, this is out of it this time. Am not for his self-gratification or an object of Kevin righteousness.

The wasted years of pain, agony, labor pains, natal blues, depressions, what happens to them. How do I fix the broken heart and all those lonely moments of three solid years? Is it the lost academic year…the court sessions….my family,my peace.....

NO!!!!!!! Help!!!!! I am a born again Christian, I have paid my dues, I give and sow seeds, I pay my tithe, I pray to God and I also forgive…but living with him is like going into another jail with worse labor. Rainbow, Daniel and David are doing great in school now but Kevin hasn't stopped coming. I walked away because that is the only way out, the cross is too long for me to bear, the wrapper Is too long and the long walk to freedom Is taking years. Truth be told, I miss my marriage, I miss the man I married, I miss the family I built, I miss my happiness but you may never know how hard and painful these things could be…until you wear my shoes.