Days became weeks and weeks became months, no one talked about what baba told us. We resumed
our normal life until Ope came visiting.
Ope is the younger sister of Kassim who came to seek for admission into Kogi State University, Ayangba.
Ope had made several attempts to secure admission into University of Ilorin but was unsuccessful. Toyin’s father was a senior lecturer in KSU and he had helped many of our friends relations
to get admission. Kassim advised Ope to come down to Lokoja so we can help her speak to Toyin to
speak to her father.
Ope’s visit was the beginning of revelations to the abomination that caged my marriage for over ten
years. Ope’s parent must have released her to us with the mindset that Kassim is now born again and
may have overcome his unspeakable weakness. The first two weeks of Ope’s stay was blissful. At least I
got someone we could gist together and play games together. Ope was lovely and friendly but very
hostile to her brother. Her hostility toward Kassim was my first worry but I couldn’t approach any of
them to explain the reason behind the hostility.
I was coming back from work one day and I overheard Ope shouting, “Brother, so you have not
stopped this evil”?. I should have stayed back a bit to hear which evil Ope was referring to but they both
pretended and composed themselves when I barged in on them. I managed to ask ” what’s going on
here?” But non of them responded, so I decided to let it go, after all they are brother and sister and they
can sort themselves out.
I left them in the sitting room and headed to the bedroom. In the night, I tried
asking Kassim what they were talking about that warranted that statement I heard from Ope but he
waved it off with a romantic kiss that made me forget to ask further Ope’s admission didn’t click on time and I thought that must be the reason for her recent emotional
changes. She became so moody and isolated this time unlike when she came newly. I really understood
because I have been there before and I knew how it felt. I left her alone after much attempt to make her
cheer up.
Ope began to lock herself up even when we were around. She will hardly come out for dinner
or do her regular chores. I told Kassim to let us buy Kogi State Polytechnic form for Ope instead of her
missing this year again but he refused. But can’t you see she’s losing her mind over this admission stuff?
I argued. There is still one admission list that will be coming out next week, I believe her name will be
there, Kassim was optimistic.
The life brought into my home by Ope became a shadow suddenly. I returned to my loneliness as usual
because my husband is not the talking type. We can be together in the house for several hours and he
won’t say anything. Most times, he only talks when I initiate it. His answers to my questions are always
in words and phrase, “yes”, “no”, “okay”, “alright”, “I will”, “Go ahead” etc. I can be so irritated
sometimes hence I spent more time with Toyin.
Why did Ope suddenly become moody?
Was it just because she couldn’t get admission or there is more to it?
The event that broke the Carmel’s back is in episode four…..

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You don't need to be too hard. It was a research carried out 4 years ago and it is streamline to the water side.

DeejayTeeno:
Dig in deeper! A large number of Hausa' s don't reside there and that area has zero Baale too 4ur latest info..get your facts right!! and WTF do you mean Trading of anything and everything goes on water like there are no streets in Makoko ? Yooooo! @seun osewa who the Fuccck wrote this bullsh!it? Says BaBa Ibeji, Michael, WTF is DaT?? Every paragraph ends with a stup!id dumb lie one or two GhoST's told you. Can bet yOu never stepped in Makoko seF. Copy and PasTe motherfucking duck looking like some penguin in Lagos Lagoon..


NTA, Ait, RadioLagos wannabe caLLeD Esanola Yemisi. So, NaH bike man dHey give you dumbass info? Shameeeeee!


You can't even give advice on how government can improve the said slum area of Makoko?? You just write a diary pOsTeD here and that's all innit ?? DumbFack!

You can do better Missy!

Makoko is a settlement of about 85,000 settlers located at the Ebute Metta diversion, just below the third mainland bridge.
This article tells the tough conditions residents in Makoko, a slum neighborhood located in Lagos, western Nigeria, go through to survive daily life.

Makoko is a town surrounded by water, illegally occupied according to the government but people are staying on. It’s a town with diverse cultures and traditions. Majority of the occupants are Egun, quite a large number of Yoruba, Igbo and Hausa also reside there. The area has a traditional leader called the Baale.

Anyone can already guess the nature of job in Makoko Community without being told. For the residents of Makoko, “life is good, as long as we catch lots of fishes to sell, either fresh or smoked” says Baba Ibeji, an housing agent.

Majority rely on produce from the sea for livelihood, either by being fishermen – mostly men, selling fresh or smoked fish- mostly women, dredging for construction sands.

They make their own fishing nets and canoe to move around on the water, each household has at least two canoes, one for the parents and the other for the children to go to and from school “the paddle is our key, just like car keys so we keep it safe” says one of the children.

Everyday is the same in Makoko, they go about their lives normally. The community is full of creativity, creativity forced to spring out from their reality of life on water.

Schools, religious houses and hospitals are all built on water. There’s a popular hospital where patients are attended to by white men, its called The Floating hospital; it’s like a hospital on patrol, it moves from one place to the other; but always on the water.

Although they are surrounded by water, the water is unhygienic for drinking. A few people in this community buy water from the Lagos State Water Cooperation and they resell at a fee, they hawk the water in big yellow kegs or small drums in their canoe and paddle from house to house every morning, and sometimes in the evening too.

Trading of anything and everything goes on, on water. Women and children selling cooked food, provisions, cooking ingredients like tomatoes, vegetables and pepper, clothes, soft drinks and even drugs on the water: it’s called “the moving market” says Micheal. Most of the floating houses have stores where they buy and sell household items and provisions in front. They have accepted this life on water, and adjusted to it over time.

“The people of Makoko live a very simple life, everyone does one thing or the other to survive, we don’t look down on one another or judge anyone. “Survival” is our theme here” says Micheal, a student of Adeyemi college of Education Ondo State.

Buyers who live outside the community flood the Asejere fish smoking market, popularly called Better Life market; everyday. Most of the buyers are interested in the seafood: fish, shrimps, lobsters, crabs, snails and also fresh vegetables, fruits and other items. “We get buyers from far and wide everyday, because everything here is cheap and affordable” says one of the market women.



Floating houses built with plank goes for three thousand Naira, while those built with aluminum and PVC goes for three thousand five hundred Naira. Both type of houses still have one thing in common : toilet and bathroom hangs by the side of the house: residents have to bath, urinate and defecate in the water, they also do their laundry with these water except for a few that can buy water for this purpose.

As the reporter journeyed along, she came across a banner advertising a brothel: Olobiyi Hotel. There are a few other brothels where girls live for short term to get their business up and running, “Most of the runs girls you see at night live and work from here, some of these girls go to yaba, Allen and Ikeja at night; some of them are students of various university and polytechnics” Says Micheal

“To live here in Makoko you have to be smart” says a bike rider

Although Makoko is highly polluted and inhabitable, the people are very enterprising. The huge market for seafood, creativity and tourism will always attract people to this floating community.


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Toyin took us to her Pastor at Felele, an outskirt of the town. Good morning sir, this is Nneka and her husband, the one I spoke to you about. We greeted the pastor at the same time. He was an elderly man in his 60s but he was still full of life. He greeted us and asked us to narrate our challenges. I took the
stage because my husband is an extrovert and he hardly give details. While I was talking the pastor kept
shaking his head in pity
 
After all my stories, he said the next thing was confession of our sins. I knew we were going to have problem with that because I doubt if my husband would want the old man to hear what we did with Prophet Ade. I raised my head and starred at my husband and he turned his face away, then I got the signal. The old man was patiently waiting for us to confess our sins. I was the one who broke the silence, sir we are all liars, we keep malice sometimes, we skip our tithe most times and other sins we do daily unconsciously. The man sighed loudly and began to speak in tongues.
I was not wayward but I knew I have committed an abortion before and I have never told my husband about it. Not even Toyin knew anything about the abortion. It was a secret I had kept for a long time.
Could that be the source of our childlessness baba wants us to confess? But how can God block my womb for just one abortion yet I have seen many who lived a dirty lives with several abortions who have
good marriage and wonderful children today. This can’t be the reason, I waved the thoughts away. Baba insisted he won’t pray for us if we don’t confess the main sin that had rendered us childless. I excused
my husband, is there anything you know that we need to confess? Nothing more than what I have told
you before, he replied.
 
We went back to baba, sir we have thought and flashed back but can’t remember anything we did that
we have not confessed. He didn’t argue with us but refused to pray for us, not even a word of prayer. As we drove back home my husband did not utter a word as he drove. I turned from the front seat and
looked at Toyin, I thought you said your pastor is powerful and he could help us? Yes, she replied. He
had helped many other people and the testimonies are everywhere.
Deaconess Adeola waited for fifteen years before she met with papa and today she has been blessed
with two boys. Dr Ogun and his wife had no child when they joined our church five years ago but today
they have a son. I believe your case won’t be different. The same God who did for Deaconess Adeola and
Dr Ogun will do it for you. She encouraged us.
 
When we got home that night we barely talked to each other over the issue. I didn’t want Kassim to ask
me if I have something I haven’t confessed. I have told him everything about my paste except for the
abortion. I really don’t want him to know about the abortion because his reaction may be devastating.
Kassim is a very jealous man who cannot withstand knowing his wife was ever impregnated by someone
he knew. I have confessed to God and he has forgiven me, I can’t open the old wound again. God is merciful and he will not let my sins of many years to be remembered.
 
Kassim’s silence and indifference over what Toyin’s pastor told us worried me a lot but “he that comes to equity must come with clean hands”. I can’t accuse him when I myself is guilty. For one week, none of us said anything about it. Should I go back to baba behind my husband to confess my abortion? What if he insisted I must do the confession before my husband? I can’t stay another year without having my own baby. I need to carry my own child soon. I will summon courage today and talk to Kassim over what
baba said. Maybe he has something he’s hiding, he too must confess it.
 
 
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Many a times people go through life’s challenges without knowing the source of their problem.

This was the case of my husband, Kashim Olabisi.

We were married for ten years without an issue. We had done many tests and sought for all manner
of medical help to no avail. We even did IVF twice but they both failed. The second IVF we did in the US
that failed was the first failure in Dr James Daniel’s career. All medical reports pointed to the fact that we were both medically fit to have children but none came after ten years.
Beside childlessness, we had loads of problems in our marriage. My marriage with Kashim was like hell loosed on us. We attempted many spiritualists and prayer houses but we couldn’t get help. Our search
for a baby led us into many abominable things and almost stole our salvation from us. The frustration, humiliation and anxiety was unspeakable. It was so bad that one of the prophets we went to had to sleep with me right in the presence of my husband and then asked my husband to do same thereafter.

Assuring us that his sperm will prepare the ground for my husband’s own to fertilize my egg to enable me conceive. That month, I didn’t get pregnant and he advised we have to repeat the process all over.

Words cannot explain the pain and shame I went through, having sex with a man I didn’t love in the
presence of my husband just because I wanted a child. It will be difficult to believe the second process didn’t give the desired result and we had to do it again. This time for one week non stop. I was having sex with two men at the same time, one after the other in front of each other for eight days.

Toyin my friend, was my saviour who aborted the fourth attempt. We had scheduled to meet with
Prophet Adelaja for two weeks on the same process when I confided in Toyin. What? Toyin screamed.
Are you out of your senses, Nneka? How can you accept to do this dirty thing because you wanted a child? Don’t you know only God gives children and his time is the best? But why? Why? Why? She asked and bursted into bitter tears. This time you are not going back to that wicked and heartless prophet again. In fact, I will get him arrested and make sure he rots in jail. We looked at each other and cried bitterly. Toyin knew what I had been through all these years while trusting God for a child.
Please, Toyin you can’t arrest the man. You want everyone to know what had happened between us?
You would obviously make me and my husband a laughing stock. Please drop the idea of arresting him, I
begged Toyin. She quickly adjusted her emotion and reasoned with me. You are right Nneka but that
man must not go unpunished. Do you know how many other women he must have molested like you?

He must pay for his evil acts. She rained curses on him in her bitterness. But how we both agreed with my husband to do such an abomination is yet a mystery to me.
I will take you to my pastor tomorrow for prayer and counseling. You may also need to carry out some
medical checks on yourself. I just hope he hasn’t infected you with dangerous diseases! It will never be
well with him in Jesus name. This man will not know peace, his children and children’s children will pay
for his evil deeds. I hate him, Toyin boiled. She picked her phone and called her pastor, booking an
appointment with him. I will be coming with my friend, Nneka. Tomorrow was like a year to me, I wished
we could start going immediately.

But how am I going to tell my husband that we are not seeing Prophet
Ade but Toyin’s pastor? I began to think how to convince my husband.

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