Happy Independence day to my fellow Nigerians! How did you spend the day? I hope it was a blessed and fun day for all!
I'm back my fellow citizens of blogsville! I'm sorry I was away for so long; I came back from the MCAT to meet even more drama. As for the MCAT, all I can say is: I'm praying. I no know whether na me write de exam abi na de exam write me. I guess I'll know when I see the results.
I've just had a whole lot going through my mind...a lot of random thoughts that I can't seem to collect. I started writing a post three times last week, and I just couldn't seem to get anything together, so I deleted the posts. I've decided just keep typing and see what comes of it.
I've been very sad about my dad's sister-in-law (whom I shall call MND) that passed. I wasn't close to her at all, but the few memories I have of her paint a picture of a nice, sweet lady who went through so much stress. Her husband K, my dad's half-brother, practiced polygamy (He had four wives, I think), so she already had to deal with some stress in the home. K was just following the footsteps of his father before him; My grandad married five wives, four of which had children. Obviously, my dad's family is a big one!
My Grandad was the Eze of his hometown, but the position didn't bring money with it; instead it seems to have brought strife with it. K, who was the diokpara of the family, was something of a disappointment. He was well educated, with a good job, but he drank a lot. As a result, after his death, there wasn't really much left for his wives and children to live on. MND was the youngest wife, so she seemed to be at the receiving end of a lot of hate in family. Auntie MN went through a lot of suffering, but finally my dad found a way to help her kids; sent them to school, and eventually her son made it over here to the states.
Her son, ND, has been focused in school, and he had just gotten a new job, and was ready to REALLY take care of his mum, when we received the bad news. I think what hurt us all so much is that she suffered all her life and died suffering as well. She'd been ill for a while, and none of her kids were home, so ND begged his stepmum, brothers, and sisters to take care of her. He sent every dollar he earned back home to take care of her till he could get home see her. They spent the money and did nothing for her. One of his sisters took the mum to a faith healer and felt she'd done her part. Can you imagine, everyone just stood aside and twiddled their thumbs while MND lay there dying. The first time they thought she was dead, they took her to the morgue, not the hospital, the MORGUE! After about one hour, she woke up, and they took her home (not to the hospital). The process occurred 3 more times, and finally she passed. After that they all started 'weeping and wailing'...I was so upset when I heard that, coz I cannot believe that anyone would be so callous as to see someone suffering so much and do nothing to help.
Through all this, I'm happy about one thing: She has finally been relieved from the suffering that she seemed to be embroiled in for such a major part of her life.
I'm surprised some of the things that still happen in this day and age. I guess I'm calling this post MND then....
Ka Odi Nu.
