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Tuesday, 10 October 2017

OPINION I Ember Months And Quest For Materialism


EMBER MONTHS AND QUEST FOR MATERIALISM
          
The last time I checked, the ember months were here again. The months that mark the end of Gregorian calendar, that invariably start from September and end with December, are generally referred to as ‘Ember months.’ The term ‘Ember’ might not be unconnected with the suffix that accompanies virtually all the months in question.
          
On its part, quest is a long search for what one desires; it can also be described as an extreme passion attached to what someone wants or whatever he/she wishes to possess. In the same vein, materialism is an act in which one thinks that money and other material possessions are the most important things on earth.
            
The three basic needs of man remain food, clothing and textile. It’s equally worth noting that the three major desires of any sane being are wealth, fame and power. It’s pathetic that currently mankind has derailed profoundly as regards the avenue being embraced towards obtaining any of these three desires.
            
Unequivocally, the manner in which most Nigerians parade themselves during the ember months has become so worrisome to all concerned, that, if proper and drastic measure isn’t taken by the apt authorities, it might degenerate into an unimaginable state of doom in the nearest future.
          
The uncalled and irrational quest for materialism among mankind, particularly the youth, especially during the ember months, remains one of the rudimentary causes of the various lingering social-vices taking place in all nooks and crannies. Arguably, the current astonishing increase of death rate is attributable to some of these vices, to include cultism, armed robbery, thuggery, prostitution, kidnapping, drug trafficking, assassination, and what have you.
          
The astronomical prevalence of the listed vices during ember months has made the former to seem synonymous with the latter, thereby making people to perceive the season as forbidden. Aside the aforementioned vices, there are other countless anomalies associated with the period, such as over-speeding and cheating among sellers in various markets. This is the reason road carnage is invariably on the rampage at such a time.
          
The truth is that, no one seems to be safe during the ember months, not just in Nigeria but across the globe. It is a period when an apprentice appears smarter than his master; a period when various law enforcement agents, whom are meant to control the menace, indulge themselves in all kinds of sabotage or unpatriotic acts; a period when an average seller sales food stuffs with a cup’s bottom; a time when a commercial driver wants to cover a 7-hour journey within three hours; and of course, a season when a secondary school student feels like dropping from school towards participating in any available ‘moneymaking’ activity.      
          
Research indicates that the ongoing alarming quest for materialism or youth restiveness is mainly occasioned by inconsequential rivalry, greed and/or lack of contentment among the populace. This implies that the anomaly is a product of man’s inability to face reality at a given circumstance, even when the answer to the situation is very glaring.
           
Inconsequential rivalries are those competitions that are not called for, or that seem unreasonable and barbaric. On the average, politicians or established business men often indulge in this practice. It’s usually observed among the aforementioned set of people during electioneering era or when battling over supremacy, as the case may be. Some youths also indulge in this act toward showcasing that they belong to the ruling or most powerful class, with a view to proving that they are ahead of their contemporaries. Some individuals often do all sorts of things to find themselves in such class.
           
Greed or lack of contentment has also contributed immensely to man’s intolerable quest for materialism, thereby setting the period that leads to any festive season, such as the ember months, ablaze. Greed has arguably brought humanity to a state of mockery, and has succeeded in tearing several unions or societies apart. Against this backdrop, it’s needless to state that lack of contentment has remained a colossal nightmare to mankind.
           
So, as we undergo another era of ember months, it is our collective responsibility to ensure that the commemoration of the forthcoming festive seasons, Christmas and New Year precisely, takes place in a peaceful atmosphere. Hence, I call on governments at all levels, schools, the civil society, religious institutions, the mass media, as well as all well-meaning individuals, to do everything humanly possible towards ensuring that the ongoing ember months would bring nothing but a blessing to the Nigerian society in its totality. This can be actualized by embarking on massive sensitization programme across the country via town-hall meetings, street awareness, and issuance of bulk SMSs, among others.
           
More so, the various relevant law enforcement agencies shouldn’t hesitate to arrest any individual or group caught in any of the above listed acts, and must ensure that the suspect is brought to book at all cost. In view of this, the judicial custodians ought to endeavour to maintain speedy hearing of any case relating to youth restiveness among others; such step would definitely serve as a deterrent to all prospective criminals. The parents and guardians, on their part, should at all times equally be mindful of what their children/wards do, where they go to, as well as who they mingle with.  
           
Those who are already party to any of these uncivilized and blasphemous acts, or intend joining the chorus, ought to acknowledge that it is only by the grace of God one can acquire laudable and everlasting wealth, power, or fame come rain come shine. To before warned is to before armed. Think about it!

Comrade FDN Nwaozor
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Monday, 9 October 2017

ShortStory I Wrong Acceptance (II)



WRONG ACCEPTANCE (II)
        
        “What was the meaning of that?” Mrs. Ifeoma Uzoma frantically tendered as she bashed into the matrimonial room.

 
        Chief B. U. Uzoma who was furiously seated on the bed, kept quiet, never moved an inch.
        “Why did you walk out on your son who just returned from the campus?” she rode on, standing right before the hubby. “Someone you saw last over two months ago.”
         He remained mute, facing elsewhere.
        “You even walked away when he was greeting you.” She further observed. “What is going on here?” She urged, stood still. “Is there anything you are not telling me..?”
         At this time, Ikenna was seated in the sitting room, felt seriously perplexed as he was yet to fathom what was actually going on.
        “Since you want to know,” quoth Chief Uzoma. “Come and sit down.” He enjoined, tapping the bed.
        On receiving the invitation, Ifeoma calmly stepped closer and sat right beside him. “I am all ears.” She said, stylishly looking at him.
        “I got a very bad report about your son.”
        “Our son.” She corrected fiercely, seated attentively.
          He ignored the correction. “It came in yesterday while I was in the office.” He added, stopped.
         “I am listening.” She reminded anxiously.
         “My dear,” he proceeded tenderly. “You wouldn’t believe what I heard.”
         She was silent, couldn’t wait to receive the full gist. Sure, the suspense was apparently telling on her person. “Please, can you go straight to the point and save me from these pains?”
        “Hmm…” Chief Uzoma took a deep breath. “I was told he is now living with a girl.” He eventually disclosed, looking at the other side of the room.
        “How?” Ifeoma verified curiously. “What do you mean?”
        “Someone told me your son is harbouring a lady in his school apartment.” He frankly clarified, fixed his gaze on hers.
       “What..?” she exclaimed, looked into his eye sockets. “My son Ikenna, living with a woman?” She supplemented, placing her spread left hand on her chest,
        “Now you have known why I have been avoiding him.”
        “But, who told you this?”
        “Woman, that’s not important now.” He replied.
        “No, this is not true.” she assumed, stood up. “I know my son.” She added, stepped towards the door.
        “So, where are you up to?” enquired Chief Uzoma.
          Ifeoma looked back. “To confront him, of course.” She responded, dashed out.
         When she got to the lounge, Ikenna was lying in a three-in-one upholstery chair as he kept rhetorically asking himself what exactly prompted his beloved father’s sudden change of attitude.
          Chief Uzoma had been a loving and lovely father ab initio to his five children, particularly Ikenna who was exemplarily intelligent – both academic and social wise – thus his abrupt weird character toward the chap could be so surprising to anyone who knew the family too well. So, at the moment, Ikenna who last saw his dad two months back had chosen death rather than being treated like a total stranger by a man whom he once knew and regarded as an angel.
         “Ikenna.” Mrs. Ifeoma called in a low voice as soon as she entered the lounge, walked to a seat sited adjacent to his and sat down.        
         “Yes mum.” He weakly answered as he lay in the cushion.
         “What is this I am hearing about you?”
         “What mum?” he said, quickly rose from the seat.
         “That you now live with a girl?”
         “What…?” the chap shouted to the hearing of his dad who was still in the room. “Mum, who told you this?”
         “That is not the issue.” quoth Ifeoma. “True or false?”
         “Mum, even you..?” he uttered. “You of all people.”
         “So, it is not true?”
         “Mum, how could you think of such thing?” the 20-year-old Ikenna boiled. “How can I do such thing; where have all the morals gone?  he asked, stood up. “All the morals you and dad taught us?”
        “Hmm…” sighed Mrs. Ifeoma as she loosely sat in the cushion. “I don’t know who to believe again.” She murmured.
        “Mum,” Ikenna called stood still, looking strongly into her eyes. “If you must believe anyone, it should be me.” he said, paused. “Yes, me your son Ikenna.” He supplemented, tapping his chest with his right hand.
        “Ifeoma was speechless as she fixed her gaze on his.
        “Your son who has always believed in doing only the right thing.” he rode on more emotionally as he stood right before the plump and average-height woman, attempted to shed tears. “Who has always told you and dad that he would never disappoint you.”
         The last clause struck the woman, thus kept her in a sober mood. Therein, she was left with no choice than to believe that her husband had been wrongly informed. “I believe you, my son.” she enthused tenderly. “Please, come and sit down.’ She enjoined, gesticulating.
          Ikenna quietly walked closer to the two-in-one chair she was seated in and sat very closely to her as he inadvertently began to weep.
        “Is okay, my dear.” she urged as she help to wipe the sobs in his face. “I can see, your father has wrongly accepted a rumour.” She eventually thought aloud.
        “So,” the chap said. “This is coming from dad, right?”
        “Don’t worry,” quoth Ifeoma. “I must get to the root of this.” She assured.
         Before she could finish her sentence, Chief Uzoma calmly joined them in the lounge having overheard every bit of the conversation.
        “Dad,” Ikenna called on sighting him. “Who told you this?’ he inquired anxiously.
          The father was speechless as he separately sat in a single cushion.
        “So, this is why you have been avoiding my calls?” He added hesitantly.
        “Honey,” Ifeoma interrupted. “Please, how come about this?”
          After all said and done, it was discovered that it was truly a mere rumour. It was rather Ikenna’s younger sister, Nnenna – who was also an undergraduate in another school – that came to spend two nights with him, but unfortunately she was mistaken to be his ‘lover’. Funnily enough, the chap’s cousin, Okey who forwarded the slander to Chief Uzoma never caught a glimpse of the scenario; he only acted based on the information he received from a friend who lived closely to Ikenna’s apartment.
          Having gotten the actual truth after putting a call across to Nnenna as well as inviting Okey to defend his allegation, Chief B. U. Uzoma rebuked the latter for coming up with such scandalous accusation, though blamed himself for accepting the rumour hook, line and sinker.

FDN Nwaozor
Executive Director, Docfred Resource Hub - Owerri
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Sunday, 1 October 2017

ShortStory I Wrong Acceptance



WRONG ACCEPTANCE

       “Ikenna, are you that daft?” Chief Uzoma roared on phone. “Don’t you know when someone doesn’t want to pick your call?”

 
      
  Ikenna, his third child who was in the university, had been intermittently and consistently making effort to reach him since morning all to no avail. He thought it wise to take the apparent disturbing phone calls at this time being 5.00pm just to avert further ‘embarrassments’.
       “If you dare call this line again,” he rode on in a jiffy. “I bet you, you would regret knowing me as your father.” He forcefully landed, quickly cut the call on the chap.
        It was in the previous day being Friday that Chief B. U. Uzoma got the report that the 20-year-old Ikenna was currently living with a female colleague in his school apartment. The undergraduate who was a second year student of Architecture wasn’t aware that such notice had gotten to his father’s desk, thus was so devastated over the abrupt weird attitude being displayed by the 61-year-old Nigerian.
        He had as well tried getting in touch with his darling mum, Ifeoma but her phone was malfunctioning at the moment. She could not take any incoming call owing to the anomaly but Ikenna had assumed that she was equally avoiding him. All these complications had almost resulted to nervous wreck.
       The poor dude was left with no other option than to prepare his baggage towards visiting home. Thank God it was weekend, Saturday precisely, so he had all the time in the world to depart from the campus till the following Monday. The institution was about fifteen kilometres (15km) away from his home and the distance required two transits if the traveller was meant to commute in a public vehicle.
       “My son, living with a woman?” Chief Uzoma soliloquized as he stood alone in his house lounge the moment he cut the call on Ikenna. “Could it be real?” he added, tried to walk round the enclosed arena and never minded that the television sited before him was switched on.
       In a few seconds time, his wife Ifeoma walked in, and smartly observed that all was not well with him. “Honey,” she called as she stood by the door. “What is eating you up?” she tendered, walked to the centre table, took the remote and lowered the TV’s volume to the barest minimum.
        Chief Uzoma hastily turned on hearing the question. Hmm….!” he exclaimed, walked to a seat and sat down. “My dear, don’t mind me.” He urged as he was loosely seated in the multiple-coloured cushion.
        Ifeoma was yet to know that her son was reportedly residing with a lady. Maybe this was the apt moment for her to receive the information from the apparently demoralized father of five.
        She stepped closer to him and sat in the seat sited closely to his. “What did you mean by that?” she enquired. “Isn’t it obvious that you look very disturbed?” She thought aloud, fixing her gaze on his.
        “Disturbed?” he asked rhetorically.
        “Please dear,” she said. “Stop this pretence.”
        “I don’t know what you are talking about.” He said in false pretences.
        “You don’t know what I am talking about?” she echoed.
        “Of course,” quoth Chief Uzoma. “Because, there is nothing wrong with me.” He said, took a breath. “Just that I had a very stressful day.” he contrived hesitantly.
        “A very stressful day?”
        “Yes,” replied the titled chief. “My day was so hectic.”
        “Okay ooh.” She surrendered, raised the TV’s volume with the remote in her right hand.
         Perhaps he was of the view that she need not know about the circumstance, or maybe that wasn’t the right time for disclosure. Whatever the case could be, the fact remained that he would at a time surely let the cat out of the bag.
        When the information filtered in yesterday while he was seated in his private office, Chief B. U. Uzoma thought it was a mere joke or something targeted towards pulling his legs, little did he know that the informant truly meant it.
        “What..?” he exclaimed at the top of his voice while seated when the information via phone call sounded more serious. “Oh, my God…!” he added, stood up.
        “Uncle, this is happening here on campus.” The informant, Okey added. “I wish you are here to see things for yourself.”
        Okey who made the call just to send the notice across, was Chief Uzoma’s nephew. He was begotten by the Chief’s married younger sister and was schooling in the same university with Ikenna, though in a different department.
       Since that previous day the information came to him, he had been psychologically and mentally unstable but till this moment, had never bothered to hear directly from the accused chap, or consider paying him a surprise visit toward ascertaining the genuineness of the notice. Neither had him made up his mind to share the story with his lovely wedded wife, Ifeoma who had ab inito remained his best friend in any matter on ground let alone this very one that concerned their biological son.
        “Lest I forget,” quoth Ifeoma as they were closely seated right in the lounge. “Ikenna has been trying to reach me but my phone is bad.” she disclosed, paused. “Please, has he called you?”
        Chief Uzoma shook his head reluctantly. “No.” he managed to utter.
        “Honey, why are you acting this way?” Ifeoma ranted. “I am talking about your son here.”
        “My son..?” he said, looking into her eyes. “That is not my son.”
        “What…?”
        “You heard me right.”
         Therein, Ikenna walked in with a brief luggage. “Hey mum!” he exclaimed elatedly, stepped towards the couple.
        “Hey, that’s my boy…!” Ifeoma responded on sighting him, hastily stood up.
         She graciously walked to and hugged him enthusiastically.
        “Dad?” the chap called, looking at his father who was still firmly seated.
          Chief Uzoma didn’t respond.
         “Your son is greeting you.” The wife reminded, looking down to him.
         “Mitchew…!” the Chief sighed, stood up and dashed into his matrimonial room.
             To be continued, please!

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