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“I never planned to work again because my savings was earning 35% from Nigerian banks.But when my daughter was asked in school what I do, she said: ‘My daddy sleeps every morning.’ That woke me up to start a business.”
— Femi Otedola
One way to lose value or respect is to be jobless and always be at home. I was out of work after leaving law school, but I did not let the children leave me at home. I will find somewhere to go after dropping them. I visited the library a lot. Always find somewhere to go. The children, if you have any, are watching. Your wife is also watching, even though she may not say anything. Arise and shine.
Her name was Amara.
She was 13 years old.
The kind of child teachers remember.
Always early to class.
Always neat.
Always smiling.
Always surrounded by friends.
Then something changed.
Not suddenly.
Quietly.
The first sign was not the rash.
The first sign was tiredness.
The kind of tiredness that makes a child come home from school, drop her bag by the door, and go straight to bed.
Her mother was not worried.
Neither would most parents be.
School can be stressful.
Children get tired.
Life goes on.
Then came the fever.
Not a severe fever.
Just enough to make her forehead warm.
Just enough to cause headaches.
Just enough to make her complain that her body hurt.
In many Nigerian homes, the first thought is malaria.
So she was treated for malaria.
The fever improved.
Then it returned.
She was treated again.
Then again.
Soon, the family knew something was wrong.
But they did not know what.
Weeks passed.
The fever stayed.
The tiredness stayed.
Then the joint pains arrived.
First her fingers.
Then her wrists.
Then her knees.
Some mornings, buttoning her school shirt became difficult because her fingers felt stiff.
Some afternoons, she limped slightly while walking home.
People had explanations.
“She’s growing.”
“Maybe she needs vitamins.”
“Children complain too much.”
The symptoms kept speaking.
But nobody understood the language.
By March, Amara was no longer the same girl.
The child who once answered every question in class now struggled to stay awake during lessons.
The child who once played after school now preferred lying quietly on the couch.
The child who once smiled easily now looked exhausted.
Then one Sunday morning, while helping her prepare for church, her mother noticed something unusual.
A faint reddish rash stretched across both cheeks and over the bridge of her nose.
It wasn’t painful.
It wasn’t itchy.
It looked harmless.
Almost beautiful.
Like a butterfly had gently rested on her face.
Her mother stared at it for a few seconds.
Then suddenly she said,
“Is this not that rash that Dr. Sina mentioned during one webinar one time?”
She paused.
Trying to remember.
“Lup… Lup…”
Then she laughed nervously.
“Abeg, God forbid.”
But diseases do not disappear because we reject their names.
Sometimes they continue their work quietly while everyone is looking elsewhere.
Weeks later,
There's nothing like make babe like you first.
She'll just be smiling stylishly at you and before you know it she'll find her way to your side.
All these pickup lines, they're for babes that don't send you.
Most times, all it takes is 'Good afternoon and what is a fine babe like you doing here' and we're gisting and I get their number in a few minutes.
The key this is for the babe to like you, they'll make everything so easy.
You fit dey stutter self and she'll be blushing.