High Drama on the way to Lagos

One day in our house, I was the only one left that hadn’t yet gone to work. Suddenly I heard my pregnant neighbor scream and shout out my name.

So I went across to her room. She whispered that I should come near. As soon as I got close enough, the speed and force with which she grabbed my hold of my leg almost swept me off my feet.

And holding on to my leg, with one huge push the baby came out.

As I hadn’t had a baby before, I guess the shock was what made me take off. I ran out of the house and went past the machanic shed and didn’t stop till I had reached the other end of the street.

Then sanity set in and I wondered what I was running away from.

Then I took off running back to the house (shouting to the mechanics as I passed that it’s iya ibeji who is in trouble) I got back to her and she instructed me to get some water and sprinkle it on the baby.

The mechanics soon joined us and the placenta came out.

We decided to look for a nurse and one of the mechanics stepped out of the house. Fortunately he caught sight of a lady in a nurse’s uniform returning from work and he just grabbed her without any explanation and dragged her to the house. The poor lady must have been frightened out of her mind.

Well, that’s the first time I witnessed a delivery.

(That was one of the passengers on the bus narrating a story that came about as a result of a pregnant lady on the same bus that seems to be going into labour.) 

It usually starts with the little Chadean boys singing in Yoruba at the petrol station next to the bus park. They are singing some sort of “Fuji” which sounds quite good but you can’t help smiling at the fact that even though their Yoruba is very good, the song is still coming from a light-skinned urchin with curly hair.

Followed by the mobile preacher that prays all the way to the toll gate before getting off the bus.

The mobile drug seller then takes up the mantle of keeping the passengers entertained with the hope that some of them will take the bait and buy some of the drugs he is peddling.

Unfortunately for the one on the bus this time, there was a lady on the bus who appeared to be going into labour.

That was when the screaming started with multiple suggestions on what to do next. Stop; go; stop at next major road juncture. Keep going (husband). Later she said she wanted something to eat but no one had anything she wanted.

Well we stopped at the next town and almost all 30 people in the bus joined in the chorus to call the food peddlers and buy the gala and a bottle of lacasera.

We were soon on our way again.

Another 20minutes or so and an alarm was raised that she was about to give birth to the baby which prompted another round of shouting on what was to be done.

The lady next to me spied an “accident and emergency clinic” signpost on the other side of the express and people were soon yelling for the driver to pull over.

It was then decided to go on as the lady can’t possibly walk across the expressway and she can’t get on a bike either.

Well, we finally stopped at the Redeemed camp.

I think she threw up after eating the food and possibly her water broke? Because the conductor (driver’s assistant) had to scoop up some sand from outside to pour on the vomit.

She had to be carried across the (expressway’s) divide.

Fortunately, there was a peugeuot car by the road in front of the camp. They (husband, pregnant wife and small child) were soon being whisked at great speed into the camp.

We were at Mowe or so when the talk started about an Okada rider who died some days back. It was said that it rained on the day and that a ligthening bolt killed him. The driver said an eye witness told him and he was supported by others in the bus who had either heard the same thing or seen the body. He said the body, his possessions and his bike were by the road side with no one bold enough to go near him.

The conjecture ranged from his stealing the bike to his being cursed with the lightening that killed him.

Another explanation put forward is that he may have made a covenant with the god of thunder (Sango) and not fufilled it in time. Or his parents may have petitioned Sango for the man (when they had problems conceiving) and they didn’t fulfil their pledge.

Below is the audio of the earlier part of the journey (the “prayer session”).
Prayer Part 1
Prayer Part 2

Wretched Orphan

Smile awhile I bid you sad adieu,
When heavens roll by, I come to you;
Then the sky will seem more blue,
Down in the lovers lane my dear.
So Wedding Bells will ring so merrily,
Every tear will be a memory
Night and day I pray for you
When we will meet again some day.

Wretched Orphan by Emman U. Anya


Note: if you have any doubts concerning the faith you profess or your convictions, proceed no further.
Having said that, the link below is a 13-chapter interesting read on Alchemy by a gentleman by the name Vincent Bridges. Stay with it – the chapters are not so long and you will be amazed at the amount of history condensed into so few pages.
Given all that, one must say that if it was during the “dark ages” on which Mr Bridges shed so much light, he would have been burned at the stake; quartered or pulled apart by a quartet of horses for even a tenth of the information he has divulged in the “book”.
I had thought (like most people I think) that Alchemy is just the pursuit (of how) to change ordinary metals (e.g., lead) into gold. Drawing on information from the earliest records of civilization (egypt and even before) all the way through the golden age of Christianity and Islam through the crusades and the Templars to the present day, he informs the reader that the transmutation (of metal) is but one of the triple goal of alchemy. Understanding time, forecasting/predictions and possibly manipulating it is an even greater goal.
He enlightens us on the involvement of the church (think mostly Catholic – Universal Xtianity) in the search for the attainment of these goals. Along the line, we are introduced to so many interesting characters and told about their rise (and sometimes fall).
I need to mention the philosopher’s stone here – because part of his conclusions is that the stone is some sort of meteorite and that without it, it’s impossible to turn metal to gold. He even suggests that the stone in Mecca is the philosopher’s stone. One individual that appeared to have got hold of part of the stone, at some point declared himself a living god, went mad and subsequently died or vanished. It’s this man’s piece that the author thinks was hidden in the Temple Mount and the search for it may have in part influenced the crusades to Jerusalem.
I could go on and on, but I can’t do justice to the “book.”
If you are interested, head over to the link below:

Suleiman the Magnificent

This has got to be the longest title ever. It should go in the Guiness Book of World Records. I am sure the man himself couldn’t have realed out the full title correctly!
Let all those who puff up their chest and cling to titles beware – read this title and despair!

His Imperial Majesty The Sultan Süleyman I, Sovereign of the Imperial House of Osman, Sultan of Sultans, Khan of Khans, Commander of the Faithful and Successor of the Prophet of the Lord of the Universe, Protector of the Holy Cities of Mecca, Medina and Jerusalem, Emperor of The Three Cities of Constantinople, Andrinopole and Bursa, and of the Cities of Damascus and Cairo, of all Armenia, of the Magris, of Barka, of Kairuan, of Aleppo, of Arabic Iraq and of Ajim, of Basra, of El Hasa, of Dilen, of Raka, of Mosul, of Parthia, of Diyarbakır, of Cilicia, of the Vilayets of Erzurum, of Sivas, of Adana, of Karaman, Van, of Barbary, of Abyssinia, of Tunisia, of Tripoli, of Damascus, of Cyprus, of Rhodes, of Candia, of the Vilayet of the Morea, of the Marmara Sea, the Black Sea and also its coasts, of Anatolia, of Rumelia, Baghdad, Kurdistan, Greece, Turkistan, Tartary, Circassia, of the two regions of Kabarda, of Georgia, of the plain of Kypshak, of the whole country of the Tartars, of Kefa and of all the neighbouring countries, of Bosnia and its dependencies, of the City and Fort of Belgrade, of the Vilayet of Serbia, with all the castles, forts and cities, of all Albania, of all Iflak and Bogdania, as well as all the dependencies and borders, and many other countries and cities.

Excerpt above is from the article of the same title on wikipedia.