Archive for April 2012
Another True Life Story
I placed my hand under my pillow to get my phone, it was just 2:45 a.m and my sister’s cackle had once again woken me up for the fifth consecutive time this week. I hardly gota good night rest because of her. There were 2 extra bedrooms in the house but dad still made me stay with her and he made us share the same bed. Listening to her talk was agonizing, worst off is listeningto her talk dirty to her boyfriend over the phone, saying obscene words my 14-year-old ears should not hear, not that I haven’t heard or used the words before. Common I am 14 years and I attend a boarding school.I know sitting beside a girl won’t get her pregnant, kissing a girl won’t get her pregnant cause I have done that and I know for sure that wearing a condom before sex won’t get a girl pregnant but that I haven’t tested.
I scream out loud “Enitan would you just shut up, I will soon be back in school, let meenjoy my remaining days at home.” She kicks me and tells me to shut it. It’s so annoying that I can’t beat her. I can handle her, I am fairly big in size and she is petite even though her age says otherwise. I pull out the second pillow from under her teddy and use it to cover my left ear while I place my right ear on my pillow. I tried thinking ofsomething pleasant that would put me backto sleep but her incessant laughter kept on interfering with my perfect reverie. My minddrifted off to the event that happened between my sister and her so-called boyfriend of one month that claims he lovesher and she loves him back. I still wonder how a 20-year-old could be so daft.
It was about 3 weeks ago that my dad cameback home to find one of the notorious locals humping my sister, my dad was livid about it but he didn’t show so much fuss, he only made it clear that he didn’t want to see his daughter with the boy again. “He is useless, a good for nothing, a bad seed and if you are not careful the evil in him will seep into this family insidiously.” That’s all he said after he pursued the boy away. He laid more of the blame on me than he did on her, asking me questions and yelling at me. I understood why he did so.
It wasn’t up to a week later that I came in with dad and met this same useless boy, pants down deep throating my sister. They didn’t even have the common courtesy to bemore discreet about it. Thank God she still had her pant on, seeing as her skirt had come off, I was not so sure if they had doneit that time but as no one was sweating andthe condom was still in the pack on the floor, I could only assume that my sister’s virginity was saved by the bell. The church bell my father forgot to carry along. A coincidence I suppose. He was a new member of a church that believed in bells asan effective means of communicating with God. I still don’t get why he changed church,I think he is looking for a church were prayers are answered, this was the 4 th timehe was changing church in the last 2 years. My mum would always say “stay in your church and exercise patience, one day the lord will answer your prayers.” My dad believed otherwise. Mum was a strong Anglican.
We have taken Enitan to different psychiatrists but there has been no improvement, it has been 2 years since the event and dad is desperate for help. I always have to watch after Enitan when I am on break and that is why we share the same bed and room. I am thinking of dropping out of boarding school to take better care of her, I can always attend one of the local day schools. Her life is a complete sham and she lacks every bit of common sense, she can’t differentiate left from right, her mood swings are terrible and she constantly has nightmares. She has quit school and no longer has an iota of hope. She has attempted suicide twice but dad foiled the attempts. Her useless boyfriend is just taking advantage of her and it annoys me to pieces, sometimes I wish I could slap her out of her misery and into reality but her brain is already toasted. Ipity my dad to, he has to bear all the brunt.
I hear Enitan sobbing, I stand up from my corner on the bed and whisper calming words into her ears, I pat her on the back until she falls asleep. My name is Rotimi Samuel Ifesowapo and I am my elder sister’skeeper.
This story was not meant for your amusement. It is meant for you to provide help. TRUE STORY
I scream out loud “Enitan would you just shut up, I will soon be back in school, let meenjoy my remaining days at home.” She kicks me and tells me to shut it. It’s so annoying that I can’t beat her. I can handle her, I am fairly big in size and she is petite even though her age says otherwise. I pull out the second pillow from under her teddy and use it to cover my left ear while I place my right ear on my pillow. I tried thinking ofsomething pleasant that would put me backto sleep but her incessant laughter kept on interfering with my perfect reverie. My minddrifted off to the event that happened between my sister and her so-called boyfriend of one month that claims he lovesher and she loves him back. I still wonder how a 20-year-old could be so daft.
It was about 3 weeks ago that my dad cameback home to find one of the notorious locals humping my sister, my dad was livid about it but he didn’t show so much fuss, he only made it clear that he didn’t want to see his daughter with the boy again. “He is useless, a good for nothing, a bad seed and if you are not careful the evil in him will seep into this family insidiously.” That’s all he said after he pursued the boy away. He laid more of the blame on me than he did on her, asking me questions and yelling at me. I understood why he did so.
It wasn’t up to a week later that I came in with dad and met this same useless boy, pants down deep throating my sister. They didn’t even have the common courtesy to bemore discreet about it. Thank God she still had her pant on, seeing as her skirt had come off, I was not so sure if they had doneit that time but as no one was sweating andthe condom was still in the pack on the floor, I could only assume that my sister’s virginity was saved by the bell. The church bell my father forgot to carry along. A coincidence I suppose. He was a new member of a church that believed in bells asan effective means of communicating with God. I still don’t get why he changed church,I think he is looking for a church were prayers are answered, this was the 4 th timehe was changing church in the last 2 years. My mum would always say “stay in your church and exercise patience, one day the lord will answer your prayers.” My dad believed otherwise. Mum was a strong Anglican.
We have taken Enitan to different psychiatrists but there has been no improvement, it has been 2 years since the event and dad is desperate for help. I always have to watch after Enitan when I am on break and that is why we share the same bed and room. I am thinking of dropping out of boarding school to take better care of her, I can always attend one of the local day schools. Her life is a complete sham and she lacks every bit of common sense, she can’t differentiate left from right, her mood swings are terrible and she constantly has nightmares. She has quit school and no longer has an iota of hope. She has attempted suicide twice but dad foiled the attempts. Her useless boyfriend is just taking advantage of her and it annoys me to pieces, sometimes I wish I could slap her out of her misery and into reality but her brain is already toasted. Ipity my dad to, he has to bear all the brunt.
I hear Enitan sobbing, I stand up from my corner on the bed and whisper calming words into her ears, I pat her on the back until she falls asleep. My name is Rotimi Samuel Ifesowapo and I am my elder sister’skeeper.
This story was not meant for your amusement. It is meant for you to provide help. TRUE STORY
The Love Of My Life - The Most ''Beautifulest'' In The World!
Her existence in my life has been one of the best things that ever happened to me. As a very appreciative individual, I decided to finally introduce this blessing to the whole world, and give her the appropriate adoration due. She has been my backbone, and supported me through thick and thin.
She never for once forsook me during my trials and tribulations. She wipes away my tears like the “Wiper” of my pops car, and brightens my world. She’s indeed God’s very own “engineer”and more like the blueprint to my destiny. So many times have I tried going astray, but she “Steers” me right back into the right direction. She also never hesitates to put me in a complete “Halt” when I fumble; her no-nonsense attitude is something you have no choice but respect.
She takes me for whom I am, and sees my vision clearly more than I can ever envision. There’s nothing as enticing and appealing as a strong willed, self focused woman; someone like a “Japanese” gymnast in the Olympics. Her tenacity is close too none. When I act silly and nonchalant, she puts my behind right in “Check.” When we have our intellectual talks, her “Head and Eyes” yields so much light capable of leading a path in the dark.
Speaking of head, man I tell you, her head game is bananas. Shawty goes hard, you will think she graduated from Cambridge University, but she was raised in the streets… My chick is so welcoming and down to earth. Ma can definitely throw down in the kitchen. She never messes with her domestic chores too, and gets slightly irritated when she finds dirt on her “Leather Couch.”
She knows how to hold me down tight, and gives me that motivation as described by Kelly Rowland. She’s the best I have ever had, if you know what I mean…
Swag is a word I despise and annoys the crap out of me, but she’s the epitome of that word and much more. We compliment each other well like Jigga & Bey or Barack & Michelle. The funny thing is, she got just “2 pairs of shoes,” unlike other females with shoes addiction, but she manages hers very well through all four seasons. Like every other relationships, we have our conflicting times, which happens at least “once in three months,” but when I take her for a little spa treatment which in return rejuvenates her body and soul, she returns to her happy self.
She has been a target and victim of hate, envy, and discrimination, but she still stands firm and keeps her head up high through the “Accidents.” A lot of crooks tried “Stealing” her away from me, but she realizes no one will ever love her like I do.
I love my baby, that’s my baby, and I will treat my baby right, hold my baby tight. She is my “Baby Girl!” ''MY MUM''
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She never for once forsook me during my trials and tribulations. She wipes away my tears like the “Wiper” of my pops car, and brightens my world. She’s indeed God’s very own “engineer”and more like the blueprint to my destiny. So many times have I tried going astray, but she “Steers” me right back into the right direction. She also never hesitates to put me in a complete “Halt” when I fumble; her no-nonsense attitude is something you have no choice but respect.
She takes me for whom I am, and sees my vision clearly more than I can ever envision. There’s nothing as enticing and appealing as a strong willed, self focused woman; someone like a “Japanese” gymnast in the Olympics. Her tenacity is close too none. When I act silly and nonchalant, she puts my behind right in “Check.” When we have our intellectual talks, her “Head and Eyes” yields so much light capable of leading a path in the dark.
Speaking of head, man I tell you, her head game is bananas. Shawty goes hard, you will think she graduated from Cambridge University, but she was raised in the streets… My chick is so welcoming and down to earth. Ma can definitely throw down in the kitchen. She never messes with her domestic chores too, and gets slightly irritated when she finds dirt on her “Leather Couch.”
She knows how to hold me down tight, and gives me that motivation as described by Kelly Rowland. She’s the best I have ever had, if you know what I mean…
Swag is a word I despise and annoys the crap out of me, but she’s the epitome of that word and much more. We compliment each other well like Jigga & Bey or Barack & Michelle. The funny thing is, she got just “2 pairs of shoes,” unlike other females with shoes addiction, but she manages hers very well through all four seasons. Like every other relationships, we have our conflicting times, which happens at least “once in three months,” but when I take her for a little spa treatment which in return rejuvenates her body and soul, she returns to her happy self.
She has been a target and victim of hate, envy, and discrimination, but she still stands firm and keeps her head up high through the “Accidents.” A lot of crooks tried “Stealing” her away from me, but she realizes no one will ever love her like I do.
I love my baby, that’s my baby, and I will treat my baby right, hold my baby tight. She is my “Baby Girl!” ''MY MUM''
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