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I believe that an individual’s passions are determined by personal experiences. Although my upbringing was not unique, I argue it was very unusual. My parents are travellers. I grew up in a caravan, travelling with my parents around Spain. Most of the time, I was either travelling or based at the local boarding school, where I was enrolled from the time I was four years old. At school, I learned about the importance of collectivism and teamwork. Sharing was not an option, it was a duty to maintain the status quo of our little society. I saw how being ‘social’ was not only about charitable behaviour, but about providing opportunities.
Generally speaking, fun fairs – where my family worked – can be a really peculiar type of employment. In our society, there is a tendency to exclude travellers or people who live on the margins, so we came to rely on each other. Brotherhood and innovation were essential to survive. I did not have to be taught values such as inclusion, equality and brotherhood – rather, I experienced them on a daily basis. Undoubtedly, acquiring these values through my childhood experiences triggered my passion for transforming society and encouraged me to be part of the social enterprise movement.
Motivation and passion are our driving forces. They’re what get people to start up social enterprises. What are your motivators? What are you passionate about? In the comments, share your story with others.
Script it is glad to announce that one of her scripts initially titled “Artless 2” is now out. Produced by Daniel Ehimen of PI Image.
Producer and Director: Daniel Ehimen
Script Writer: Ayokunle Olagoke
Film length: 13 minutes
Released date: May 27, 2016
Synopsis: AUDREY is an 8-years old girl who is constantly exposed to unhealthy music lyrics and videos. She is overwhelmed by what she sees and hears in the music videos. On her 8th year birthday, she makes a wish to dance and shake her body in Davido’s music video but she is bothered that her body is not fully developed to generate attention.
Out of desperation to have a more mature body, she takes counsel from DELE who is their family driver. He sees it as an opportunity to take advantage of her so volunteers to help her get a bigger body that will command attention.
The outcome of Dele’s intervention leaves a deep message at the heart of both Audrey’s parents and Audrey herself
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Written by: Folayemi Emoruwa
Narrator: Once upon a time!
Narrator: There was a kingdom known as the animal community. Three families were first to move into the community. The first set was Mr. Lion, Mrs. Lion and their little baby- Cuby,
the second, grandpa elephant, his 3 children, their spouses along with 7 grandchildren, the third, Mr. and Mrs. Pigeon. The animal community was very beautiful with lush green forests and trees; it had two very big rivers- River Blue and River Clean. They decided to have River Blue as the recreation river where they held picnics around the river shorelines and have fun with their families on Saturdays and Sundays.
Mrs. Pigeon was the English teacher who taught the community children Mondays through Fridays. Mr. Lion was elected as the community leader, grandpa Elephant was his assistant and they both made every decision for the community. The community had a very good organization, the environment was very clean and peaceful, everyone was healthy as all the foods they ate were natural.
One fateful day, Mr. Tortoise walked into the office of Mr. Lion who was not expecting any visitor. He was surprised and curious at what could have brought the Tortoise into the community and immediately they got into the serious business of his visit.
“My family and I will love to relocate to the animal community, we have seen the peace and stability you enjoy and we want our children to grow up in such a community” the Tortoise said. “My first son loves to swim, we all call him water turtle while his three younger ones are into series of sports”, he said proudly. “You must be very proud of them,” replied Mr. Lion so his visitor wouldn’t see him as being unconcerned. The Tortoise also hinted that some other families were interested in relocating to the animal community but feared that the Lion might not approve being the community head. “I was chosen for the task” he simply stated.
All this while, the Lion listened patiently without interrupting him. When he had ended, Mr. Lion asked him to come back for a reply after a month as he needed to consult other community members. After the tortoise left, Mr. Lion gave it some serious thought considering the fact that allowing others to migrate into their community implies more population. “The tortoise said he has four children, a family of 6,” he thought aloud. The increase in waste production would imply an increase in consumption too. The serenity they experience in the animal community would be disturbed either. With a heavy heart, he locked the door to his office and headed home to assist Mrs. Lion in preparing for Cuby’s one-year birthday party. Since the other families were invited, they had decided the party would be an outdoor one as the Elephants’ were too big to come into their living room. All through the preparation, the lion kept asking himself if this was going to be the last beautiful birthday they would have with the families present. The following day was picnic day so he would have to raise the issue and ask everyone to give their opinions.
The following day, at the picnic ground, while the children were swimming, the adults gathered together, the lion narrated the entire incidence while they also kept a keen eye on the children. For a few minutes, no one offered to speak as Mr. Lion had carefully laid the good and bad sides of things to them. Alas, Mr. Pigeon spoke up, “well, for me I think I like the idea of a bigger community, we will be able to have more people we can communicate with,” he stated. Mr. Pigeon also noted that urbanization would be brought into the animal community. Grand pa Elephant spoke up next, “more people will mean our forest trees will soon be gone and used as firewood to cook; smokes will be released from the firewood and the health of our children and even adults especially a 65-year-old man like me is threatened,” he said with great concern. Grand pa Elephant also said that resources such as water will be used up rapidly and they may not have picnic time again as rivers Blue and Clean would be dried up or polluted since an increase in water consumption will arise. He also buttressed the point of Mr. Pigeon that modernization, new houses, new industries will have to be put up to improve the way they live now which is a good thing too. “No one has said anything about sanitation and waste generation,” Mrs. Lion noted and her husband nodded for her to speak.
“More wastes will be generated, how do we take care of that? Because an increase in population equals to increase in consumption and wastes generation,” she said. They discussed for the next hour and a half and eventually came to the conclusion that ten new families should be allowed into the animal community. However, they would need to come up with rules and regulations that everyone must abide by, particularly in the aspect of pollution (air, noise, and water), deforestation and waste management as they wanted their environment to remain beautiful and clean.
Three months after the ten families were allowed into the animal community, things suddenly seemed not to work perfectly anymore. Mr. Tortoise had the habit of increasing the volume of his television and sound systems which was generating noise pollution. His neighbors had made complaints about how they couldn’t take a nap in the afternoon because of the noise from the Tortoise’s house but he refused to change. Waste bins were at so many strategic places in the community yet biscuit wraps, plastics, drinking cans and unused legos and toys were often found on the street. The first families had to cancel their weekend picnics after a long while as the River Blue was now running dry and River Clean was now polluted as the new juice factory releases their wastewater into River Clean.
- Kindly share this story with a kid you know
- Make a decision not to drop wastes on the floor anymore
- Gently correct anyone who pollutes the environment
- Educate others on importance of keeping the environment healthy
- Who was the community’s leader?
- What birthday year did Cuby celebrate?
- Who visited Mr. Lion surprisingly in the office and what was the reason for the visit?
- Mention the names of the two rivers in the animal world
- Why did the first families cancel their picnic to the river?
- Why do we need to keep the animal world clean?
About the author: Folayemi Emoruwa is an environmental scientist who is very passionate about environmental safety. You can contact her on email@example.com
Story by: Busayo Awodein
Total weaning was something I really did not look forward to. Apart from the emotional stress being undergone by mother and child that period, I really was not ready to stop enjoying the benefits I derived from breastfeeding – especially that of the mother to child bond. Initially, I had planned to breastfeed for two years or at least 18 months, but a part of me just felt it was time to stop which I did at 16 months. Hence, here’s my weaning story.
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Immediately my daughter clocked one, I intensified the weaning process. I stopped breastfeeding during the daytime and breastfed only at nights. I had come to terms with the fact that it would be almost impossible for me to stop breastfeeding completely on my own because I could not bear to see her cry so hard for something that I had the power to give her, so I was waiting for a ‘savior’. I knew I had to stop because I was not having adequate rest at nights; she woke frequently to breastfeed, and she also had little sleep. Thankfully mother was coming to spend some time with me. So, the plan was baby would stay with mother at nights and when she wakes to feed, there would always be a substitute- pap, chocolate drink or cereal.
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So, the process of full weaning started. It required a lot of determination on my part. The whole weaning took about five painful days…painful physically because of engorged breasts, and painful emotionally because of my baby’s cry. Gradually, after the five days we started, she started sleeping all through the night and forgot about breast milk altogether.
Script It: did everything change in that 5 days?
Busayo: yes, more or less. After 5 days maybe 3 more extra days after mom left. When she woke up then, I would just pat her bombom until she slept back
Script It: so after a week you stopped she started sleeping all through the night?
Script It: do you think their frequent waking at night to suck is not really because they are hungry?
Busayo: for my child, well, thinking back, I think it was just an addiction, bus once she knew that breast milk was not going to show she stopped. That was why I did not want to give her food too because it might just mean waking up to eat, which will become another addiction.
Script It: I like the point you just raised about not introducing food so they don’t start the habit of waking up to eat again. When she woke up for the cereal and pap back then, was she sleeping off immediately after taking them?
Busayo: yes she was sleeping off immediately after taking them. Sometimes she would start sleeping as she was taking it
Script It: during the times when she was waking up to take cereals, did her intermittent wake up frequency reduce?
Busayo: yes, it reduced drastically. Instead of waking up 5 times before day break, it reduced to once or twice.
Script It: why pap and cereal?
Busayo: I guess pap and cereals are more filling so it made her sleep more soundly
Script It: thank you
A TRUE LIFE STORY BY: AYA KENI
I actually married as a virgin o, thanks to having a strict mum who would not endorse me having boyfriends until after university, being a born-again Christian, praise and worship leader, hearing the word of God daily aided me (I had my fair share of temptations too, so l am no saint here).
I had two kids less than 1 year and l found out l was pregnant again. Oh my God, my husband, and l were not ready for this. We then came to a decision to terminate it. I secretly wanted my husband to say no but…. I prayed earnestly for a miscarriage but, nothing happened.
I went to the hospital but the doctor touched my tummy and said it was hard, that l was too far gone. ‘Go and do a scan’, he said. I went for the scan hoping the doctor will say he would not carry it out but my scan showed 6 weeks, EDD to be October 2009 and the hardness was as a result of a fibroid. He scheduled the next day which happened to be our wedding anniversary. I was hoping something will happen to prevent the procedure but alas the day came. I went in and l was disgusted at the site of the ‘area’, which was a far-cry from the hospital where l delivered (it was a popular hospital o but with old and archaic equipment). My legs were spread apart and he put the ‘thing’ inside of me and drilling things out. I moaned with pain. My body quivered in unimaginable soreness when the action was taking place. The painful part for me was that my hubby was not there with me. I went in alone. I cried out of the theater, out of the hospital, in the taxi cab, till l got home, cried and cried asking God for forgiveness.
When l got home and the realities set in, ‘what have l done?’ l asked myself. Abortion! Yeepppa… I cried and cried. I do not know of others who have experienced it but l did not heal of it for years. I could not receive God’s forgiveness. I healed physically after two weeks as l was given antibiotics and painkillers but the next months and years were bad as it was full of emotional soreness and guilt. I went back to the hospital to have family planning in place to avoid any more mistakes. The site of the hospital building reminded me of those horrors.
Two years later, the craving for another child won’t leave me. I decided l was ready and l removed family planning but pregnancy won’t come. The next following years were filled with self-guilt. Every menses was a constant reminder of my sin. People’s display of new-born ‘dp’ put a prick in my heart as a sinner. I was jealous of people pregnant and celebration of babies. Although l had two other children but l wanted a child like a woman who never had one. I prayed and prayed, l would not let go.
Finally; l got pregnant. Oh my God! It was like a dream. This pregnancy for me was a sign that God had forgiven me and given me a clean slate. You know what, not only did l fall pregnant again, l found out on our wedding anniversary and guess what EDD was October (again). Do l need any more sign of God faithfulness and forgiveness?
I am not writing this to celebrate abortion. I never in a million year thought l would be part of it, l was disappointed in myself but that experience made me realize that ‘he that thinks he stands take heed lest he fall’.
Abortion shouldn’t be the last option, it is horrible, and it’s like acting in a horror movie. Unfortunately, people don’t talk about it especially in this part of the world. Many times we hear that “Don’t have sex before marriage so that you won’t have to abort and if you get pregnant, birth the child”. But there is another part which is for married women who have unwanted pregnancies, don’t abort!
Get family planning in place before sex resumes after childbirth.
Also stop this rubbish of what people will say, for example, people will say “na every year you dey born ni” (Do you give birth yearly?)? “are you a baby factory?” etc. These people you are mindful of won’t be there where you are reaping the harvest of your guilt but will surely shut up their mouths when you are reaping the harvest of a God-sent child. Also you yourself should stop making fun of people, trust me a silly comment is the last thing a pregnant woman wants to hear. Abortion, D & C is horrible except if your heart is made of stone. Many of us have heard stories of a child that a woman wanted to abort but turned out to be the most celebrated. Some may never have a second chance like me but in all, do know that God is a loving father and not a taskmaster waiting for your mistake. In your mistake, do rise above it and don’t go back to the sin.
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Written by: Ayokunle Olagoke
Her eyes become misty. Turtle snatches her bag from her hand, dips his hand into her bag, brings out the pills.
No be MTP be this? You won abort the baby? Why?
Turtle you can’t take care of the baby (her voice trembling)
I told you I will fix things
Turtle! The only thing you sabi do well is rob, nothing else is working
Tears run down her eyes as she waves down a bike to take her away. Turtle holding the pills in his hands looks dejected. Abdul watches from a distance, flashes his car light but Turtle waves down a bike and goes the opposite direction
INT.NIGHT. TURTLE’S APARTMENT
Florence serves Turtle with garri and groundnut and water in a cup. She goes to lie down on the mattress on the floor, turning her back at him. Turtle receives a text from Bolaji
“Hello Turtle, I want to come see you tomorrow. I will call when I get credit- Laji Faaji”
He puts the phone aside.
Florence! I know say you still de vex for me since they release me and I understand but I de try to calm things down, I want to provide for my family too (beating his chest), you know say I de try finid another work. The construction company I used to drive for said I can’t even work part time, but I still de press matters with dem
EXT. TURTLE’S APARTMENT. MORNING
Turtle dials Abdul’s number and cuts, walks farther away from the house so he won’t be heard. Awaits Abdul’s call, not long his phone rings
I am coming to your side (in low tone), flash me the address…like 12 sha… ok
While receiving the call Bolaji’s call comes in on “waiting,” he picks
Laji Faaji! (walkimg back to his house) ok no problem… I full ground come now… bring something o… ok
EXT. TURTLE’S HOUSE. MORNING
Bolaji and Turtle are under a tree, Bolaji has his pen and notepad in his hands.
Is there any part of the story you won’t want me to publish?
(shake shis head) since you said you won’t use real names it’s ok
Bolaji gets up to leave
So are you saying yes to Abdul?
You de make better doh from this internet matter? Enough to take care of your family?
At least it’s better than being behind bars. I will publish it tomorrow. Thank you. Let me take my leave
INT. NOON. SITTING ROOM
There are three young men in the room, one is seen watching football on the TV, two are discussing with beer and cigarette on their table
(watching TV) But why do you want that loser back? He’s badluck to our team
Abdul sitting beside Hefty (43 years) smiles at Hefty
You think I’m stupid? He’s driving us for the next job (he replies angrily)
What about me? So you will be splitting my share into two? Like share it with him?
And don’t you ever question my decision! (in anger)
Hefty baba! Take it easy, he just wants to know the plan
He asks too many questions
Keji, no. Turtle drives like craze, we don’t intend to share anything with him, after this operation, we are dumping him and relocating
(shakes his head in disbelieve) and you expect me to believe you? so what will I be doing? (gets up with agression)are you replacing me with a los…
There is a knock at the door, Turtle steps in. Hefty gets up with one hand in his pocket. Abdul approaches Turtle to give him a hug, after that Hefty stretches his arm to shake him but Turtle pulls him closer and hugs him briefly. Keji is watching the whole scene
That’s Keji, you don’t know him. He is… is one of us
Keji makes eye contact without waving, Turtle responds with a wave
Get him some bottles
Hefty! But you no try o
Keji, get Turtle some bottles. Turtle, just let us forget the past, talk about the future, the bright future
Keji serves Turtle, who puts the bottle in his mouth and gulps a large quantity at once
So, Abdul said you need me for a job
We do (he answers hastily) let us repay you, let us make your life better
Turtle grabs his tummy
Toilet abeg, my stomach…
Abdul reaches for the key hung on the wall, hands it over to him
It’s outside, the fifth door to your left
Turtle rushes out hurriedly. Hefty stares at Keji suspiciously
Maybe he ate something bad
Turtle returns, hangs the key on the wall
I’m sorry, the thing just started suddenly
No problem. We have this huge job, it will be our last, it’s a bank, once we are through, we are done
Hefty! You said same thing the last work I did, there will never be a last until we… ah! Toilet key please
He reaches out for the key hastily and rushes out. Hefty stairs at Keji with suspicion
Keji! (grabs his shirt, squeezes it with his fist tight) what did you do to him?
Abdul tries to pull Hefty back
I added just a little
As Hefty lands the first punch on Keji’s face, there is a hard push at the door, armed men in SARS’ uniform bump into the room, gets them arrested, searches the room, finds guns, sharp knives of different sizes and fake police uniforms; they lead them out handcuffed into their van. Turtle steps out of the toilet, sights them from afar entering the van. He is heavily frightened, does the cross sign as his heart beats.
Ha! so close (breathing heavily)
3 DAYS LATER
INT. CLASSROOM. MORNING
Greg welcomes Bolaji with a great smile as he resumes for the day
There has been amazing comments on your post, Sir Ben was just showing me, come
They walk to one of the laptops already on. Scrolls down the post to the comments, Greg reads them out hurriedly
I follow your blog, you don’t know how many lives you are saving through this; my publishing firm can take 3 people if interested, there are openings in different aspects ranging from graphic designing to machine operation… this one says I can take this guy and 2 other people in my construction company, but that will be if they have completed the rehab with you and they are recommended… Sir Benson also got a call (turning to Bolaji), he was offered a grant to train more people especially from the juvenile, the guy read the story. (Turns back to the laptop) This says Benson, you are doing a great thing, I am a film producer, I’m considering these stories for great scripts, let’s talk, send me your email address
Wow! can I call Turtle?
Bolaji reaches for his phone
INT. SAME DAY. NOON. ENTERANCE TO THE CLASSROOM
Turtle knocks at the door, Greg opens the door, welcomes him back with a hug and a broad smile
Reintegration is the coming back of the prisoner into the society to continue normal life (including gainful employment) after incarceration. This includes after-release job placement and aftercare prgrammes which reduce reoffending and ultimately enhance community safety.
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Written by: Ayokunle Olagoke
BENSON, an ex-convict of cyber crime founded a NonGovernmental Organization (NGO)-
Club 360 Degree where ex-convicts are rehabilitated and integrated into the society by exposing
them to diverse opportunities that the internet brings, in order to build their capacity and to
reduce their propensity of returning to crime.
TURTLE is an ex-convict who is overwhelmed by the daily challenges of sustaining his family.
In a desire to provide for his family, he joins the club but limits the ability of the internet to cause
an economic improvement, making him quit, in a quest to earn quick money.
As time goes on; members of the club begin to embark on projects that express the various
forms of injustice that go on in the prison system in Nigeria and the discrimination encountered
by ex-inmates, using the internet as an advocacy tool. This results in a revolution that alters
the events of Turtle’s life forever.
EXT. MORNING. TURTLE’S APARTMENT
Papa Janet (42 years) knocks at the door, Florence (31 years) comes to open the door
Ehen! Please let me see your husband
Turtle (35 years) comes from behind his wife with chewing stick in his mouth. She gives way for him to speak with Papa Janet
Ehen! (smiling broadly) please, I plant some maize behind this our backyard but this morning I noticed some of them miss
so I say… let me… let me ask you maybe… maybe you know who… maybe you see…
By now Turtle looks so infuriated, he slams the door in anger
INT. BEDROOM. EVENING
Benson (28 years) is browsing on his laptop with his wife, Funke (25 years) reading a book “DNA of an Innovator”
It was three months after our wedding when the law enforcement agents bumped into my house in the presence of my
wife, they ransacked everywhere and got me arrested;
Armed men in uniform bump into the house to arrest him
EXT. MOVING VAN WITH INMATES
Benson is inside a moving van, handcuffed
BENSON (V.O) CONTD
Months later, I was charged with cyber crimes, talk about identity theft, social engineering, security cracking and every internet evil you can think of. I pleaded guilty and was sentenced to five years behind those devastating bars.
Funke cries inconsolably as the van zooms off
BENSON (V.O) CONTD
My wife was shattered, it was as if her dashboard went blank, she could not have imagined the scene
INT. PRISON. VISITING ROOM. NOON
Benson and Funke are having a conversation
BENSON (V.O) CONTD
She managed her grief amazingly, she never missed a single visit but during the early visits, she would come, sit
and say nothing, I would apologize and explain but she would switch to a power saver mode, then finally when her
visiting time is almost up she would say “I still believe in you”; those words were like encryption for me to decode
when I’m released.
EXT. OUTSIDE THE PRISON. SUNNY MORNING
Funke pulls over in front of Benson with a broad smile, he joins her in the car. They hug each other
BENSON (V.O) CONTD
After my release, I promised myself to give her the best life I can, I was ready to start a decent work, get out
there and live clean
INT. BENSON’S SITTING ROOM. EVENING
He walks in with his tie in his hand and a brown envelope in his other hand appearing dejected. Funke welcomes him with a hug
BENSON (V.O) CONTD
But on release, I realized I was competing for the same job with people who never had criminal records, I asked myself, where are the jobs? Everything seemed to be working against me, but you know what my wife did?
INT. BENSON’S APARTMENT. MORNING
Benson wakes up to find a used laptop beside him, he rises up from his bed eagerly. Funke is sitting beside him.
BENSON (V.O) CONT’D
She got me a laptop and encouraged me to pick it up again, this time around, I moved from being a black hat hacker to a
white hat hacker,
INT. NOON. CLASSROOM
Benson (38 years) is on his feet with a marker in his hand. On the white board is written “Cyber Terminologies” with 7 terms:
phishing, social engineering, Botnet, Zombie computer, Denial of-Service attacks, Skimmers, white, gray and black hat hackers
Today, I am a security consultant, I help companies test the security of their clients’ information system, and present them with reports detailing the existing security holes and how those holes can be fixed
Those in the room applauds him, some with a standing ovation
Exactly two years later, 24th February, we started this club, Club 360 degrees; turning lives around for good, we focus
on ex-cons, I saw how people’s lives wasted away while in prison, so I decided to offer this to the society, a capacity building programme that integrates ex-cons back into the society.
(His phone rings, he checks and cuts). I’m sorry, thought I had switched it off. I will take two questions now (checks his wrist watch); your name first please
I’m Bolaji, what are the available courses for us?
Ok, we have short courses ranging from programming or coding to blogging and web design, online marketing, cyber
security even research writing for journals and so on, please get the list from the secretariat. Next question?
Call me Turtle! I have two questions, one is how long do we do this school before we hammer? (those around burst
into laughter)yes now, (throwing his hands up) this question dey the mind of many of us because as for me, I need
money, wife and pikin have to eat. Two, how will this club benefit me as a former driver
Thank you Turtle for your honest question but unfortunately I cannot answer precisely the first question
Turtle hits his hand on the table in front of him in hopelessness
On our part we are willing to integrate everything into your motherboard today (laughs) but it is not possible; however
what this organization is doing is that all through your period of learning, we will provide you with monthly stipends
of ₦10,000, we provide lunch, we have a bus for transportation and you will be opportune to have your internship with
IT companies on our list, who may decide to employ you from there as we have seen in the past. We know all these are still
not equivalent to getting a job of your own but they are incentives from us and some of our partners till you can get on
Oga Ben… ah! you try but e no reach anywhere, ah!
Turtle I get you but taking the right decision atimes is the toughest decision to take. As regards the second question,
the internet is very relevant to everybody, who knows if you will like to develop an app useful in that area, maybe even a game that will hit the app market; you need this courses man. Finally, over time, 60-70% of those who attend the first class end up not making it to the second class and the attendance keeps dropping but I will like your set to be different, let us
have a near 100% return for the next class. Good day!
INT. TURTLE’S APARTMENT. 6P.M
Turtle enters the one room apartment, beaming with hope and excitement. Florence enters behind him carrying a stove
Where is Kingsley?
(puts down the stove) Still with mama
(in annoyance) Florence! what exactly is your problem?He moves closer to her with his nose touching her head, he is
looking down at her
I can take care of my family! Where is my phone, will call her myself
I went to see Nurse Monsura, the urine test says I’m pregnant
Belle? (calming down by now)
So I think it’s good Kingsley stays with mama, at least he goes to school from there because, so far, you never show
that you can cater for another child
Turtle walks out of the house angrily, slams the door, punches the outside wall of his apartment. He receives a text message on his phone from Abdul
Guy! long time! It’s Abdul, let’s see
Breathing heavily as he reads the text
2 MONTHS LATER
INT. CLASSROOM. DAY TIME
Bolaji is making a presentation
So, my project is an advocacy for the improvement of our prison system in Nigeria and the lives of inmates during
and after release. Most of the things we go through is largely unknown by most people in our society, besides; many
think we deserve the harsh treatment. I think one thing we can do is tell our stories. That is why I have decided to
start a blog that chronicles the stories of ex-cons, human right abuses and unlawful detentions that go on in this
society. I have written down the experiences of ex-inmates, Ken here spent 8 years awaiting trial, eight years! Toks spent 4 months in police detention where officers were beating him with batons and matchets,
research has shown that more than 40% of those released find their ways back to the prison again after release, why? No favourable policies out there. The prison should be a place of reform where we come out refined, nothing wrong in running open University courses in our prisons but some of us barely see the computer at all through out our years of stay. (those in the room concur).
If nothing is done about these, what prospect does our future hold? How do we become heroes to our children?
One of the ex-cons who is the only female gently wipes her tears off her eyes and cleans up her runny nose too. Bolaji sights her, he is moved to tears too. He walks back to his seat; there is a brief silence, then Akeem walks up to the front of the audience
My name is Akeem Akinwale, my project is about using bulk SMS to ginger ex-convicts to stay off crime. I will like to read out some of the messages I have written for us to know what I mean (reaches for a laptop) “Don’t let the storms of life overwhelm you, when you do that, you are no better than the craziness that caused you to be
under attack- TD Jakes” we will have the messages in different languages
The audience applauds him as he returns to his seat
This is awesome! Sir Ben will be glad. As for the blog, we will feature your posts on the club’s website and redirect people to your site; we will also boost your posts to attract more readers. Thank you
INT. MORNING. TURTLE’S APARTMENT
Turtle ties his shoe lace, Florence is washing clothes.
I don log out o
Florence says nothing
Are you going out today?
Florence shakes her head to express no
Steps out. Walks out of the compound and sees Abdul’s car flash his light to draw his attention. He walks towards him in amazement, Abdul (39), his hair jelled, his arms tattooed, beckons at him. He gently enters the car. Abdul drives a few minutes away from the house. They exchange greetings
Why cant I take you to where you are going?
You don’t have to. What are you doing h…
I came for you, Turtle! (with a serious look) Why? you just backed off. Nothing from you since you came out. Hefty is not happy with you at all. Do you know what he went through for you to come out? Though it’s unfortunate despite all he did you were not granted release before time but I swear we pressed buttons cause na you na
Leave that press button side Abdul, three years! You no show. I saw those who really pressed button, for my eyes like this them go come release them. Some sentenced to life imprisonment no even spend 1 year, leave that matter abeg. Wetin bring you come?
Abdul rubs his beards with his hand, knowing Turtle has caught up with his lies
We need you Turtle, I swear nobody matches the turtle like you do. You are the best person that can drive us for this job. I know things tough at the moment for you and we…
Before he finishes, Turtle sights Florence come down from a bike in front of a chemist, they are watching her from a close distance, she goes in, after some time the chemist walks to her, folds his arms to listen to her complain then presses her tummy, returns to the counter and hands over some drugs to her. She steps out of the shop. Turtle walks towards her briskly. She is surprised to see him
Florence! what are you doing? what is the drug for?
Leave me o! Leave me o
Her eyes become misty. Turtle snatches her bag from her hand, dips his hand into her bag, brings out the pills.
No be MTP be this? You won abort the baby? Why?
Turtle you can’t take care of the baby
(her voice shaking)
I told you I will fix things
Turtle! The only thing you sabi do well is rob, nothing else is working Tears run down her eyes as she waves down a bike to take her away.
Turtle holding the pills in his hands looks dejected. Abdul watches from a distance, flashes his car light but Turtle waves down a bike and goes the opposite direction.
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INT. SMALL DARK ROOM
Inside the dark room is a stainless steel bowl placed on a wooden stool containing forceps, cranioclast, a syringe with spinal needle, uterine Currette, manual vacuum aspiration. The room is lighted by a rechargeable lamp. The sound of a woman wailing is heard. Mama Oyinbo seen struggling on a wooden table lined with an ankara cloth. Gradually her voice wanes.
Mama Oyinbo! Mama Oyinbo!
EXT. BURIAL GROUND. DAYTIME
People are present at the burial site. 3 young girls on the front role with Okoro(38). They all wear the same pattern of cloth.
(whispers to one of the girls) Where is your brother?
Suddenly, Chucks appears at a distance holding a cutlass, he rushes towards Okoro
He killed mama! he killed her
There is confusion around
Hold him please (moving backward)
Some men try to approach Chucks
Don’t come near me
On getting to the site, Okoro is guided by some elderly men persuading Chucks to calm down
Calm down my boy, please don’t let us have 2 dead bodies, tell us what happened
I overheard their conversation last week (tears streaming down his face) mama didn’t want to do it. He made her abort the baby
Okoro! is it true?
I didn’t ask her to abort. I did not kill her, the Government did
What do you mean Government?
After the delivery of our fourth child, she bled heavily, lost a lot of blood so, mama Ngozi, the traditional birth attendant asked us to take her to the Government hospital that night, when we got there, only two doctors were at the emergency, we were there for more than an hour before she was attended to and transferred to the ward. Finally, they said people were not really donating blood so there was no blood in the blood bank. She almost died; that was when she vowed not to have another child so, when she found out she was pregnant again she decided to abort it, it’s not my fault, if the hospital had responded to her properly she would have been alive
You wanted a son, by all means, you told her if the baby is not a boy then she has to look for how to take care of her, why won’t she consider abortion?
How is that wrong? I have three girls on ground
Dr. Brown (62 years) looks educated; wearing a black hat and suit with good diction
What did I tell you about family planning after her last delivery?
Janet pounced on Okoro, locking his cloth
Answer Dr. Brown’s question; why did you not let my sister do family planning? She told me you were against it
Please let him answer because there are lots of men in your shoes right here who are heading to the same place as you are
right now, answer!
You know, contraceptive spoils the fun, aside from that, the cost, moreover one should not stop God’s work if He wants to send us children why should we stop him?
Why did you wear clothes this morning, why not wait for God to decide if you should wear clothes or not?
So mama could have been alive today, if only…
Nigeria accounts for 13% Global maternal mortality rates. Of the maternal deaths in Nigeria are due to four conditions: hemorrhage, eclampsia, sepsis and abortion complications.
Nigeria has one of the highest rates of maternal death in the world, with 545 per 100,000 live birth.
Everybody has a role to play to stop this mass slaughter, the government has a role to play- provide enabling and supportive environment for high-quality health, the health personnel: health education, individuals too: making use of available contraceptive.
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(She begins to sniff as tears drop down her eyes. Dr. Adesoji offers her a handkerchief; she blows her nose and clears her throat.)
Now, I… I’ve started getting interested in ladies; like attracted to them in a sexual way and last two weeks, I… I don’t know. I found myself having an affair with a girl, our 12-year-old maid (she sniffs). That was the first time… so, I just knew I needed help. I need to speak to you. I know I need to see myself more like a lady, but it’s hard seeing myself as a girl (sniffs) after being a tomboy for so many years. So, that’s why I’m here.
I’m going to ask you some questions on some of the things you have not mentioned… erm first, do you have other names asides Oladele?
Yes… Caroline, Tofunmi.
Okay. I want your decision of wanting to change from a tomboy to come from within. I mean an embrace of femininity.
Okay… Your mentor, who are your mentors?
My mentors are Steve Jobs; ’cause I love gadgets, 2 Pac; his music and Vince
Lombardi; he was a football coach.
I know Vince. Are you very active on the social media? (Taking down some notes)
Sure! I’m on all the major ones.
Okay. Who are your closest friends, friends that you really trust?
Johnson, Akeem, and Sly
Okay. Are you ready for this therapy?
Of course, that’s why I’m here
I need to ask you because I want to help you. I won’t like us to get to a point and you say you want to pull out; I need you to cooperate with me
The first thing I am going to do is change the name I call you. Henceforth, throughout this therapy session, your name will be Caroline
(Covers her face with her two palms) Oh! You’re kidding me, right?
No, I’m not (she said frankly). Now, that is the first stage. In addition to that,
I will like you to add ‘Caroline’ to your social media names; your Facebook, Twitter handle, BB display name, and Whatsapp. Just add it to the existing names.
(She chuckles and stares in amazement)
Wait! Let me wrap up this stage before you comment. You are going to get a lot of reactions from people as a result of these changes; believe me, but you are not here to live for people. Sooner or later, they will get the message. All you need to do is follow through. Okay? I will like you to tell (reading from her jotter)
Sly, Akeem and Johnson that henceforth they should start calling you Caroline.
(Gets up from her seat)
No! (Throwing forward her two hands) That is just not going to work (she chuckles). I can still manage you calling me the name.
You mean Caroline?
Yeah! The name… Caroline yes but not my friends? Not my social media cliques.
(Dr. Adesoji keeps staring at her from her seat with a smile. Oladele walks to the window frames to have a fresh view of the outside away from the inside tension. She then returns to her seat and heaves a sigh of relief)
I will try to do it.
Caroline, I do not need you to try. I need you to do it. We will accomplish much more things if we don’t think them as impossible.
True! That was said by Vince, Vince Lombardi.
(Chuckles) Hmm! Caroline… Okay.
Yes, deal. For how long will this be?
Hmm! Okay… I will do it.
(Makes a thumbs up sign) Great! So, the next stage, Caroline, is a little exercise I need you to do daily – morning and night. Okay?
(Nods) What’s that?
Very simple Caroline, I want you to stand in front of the mirror daily, undressed and name the feminine parts of your body and touch them too. I want you to recite these before you start. (She writes down some things on her jotter and tears it out) Yes, these – “I am a woman and these are my female parts”. Then, you’d start to list and touch them.
(Oladele seems to be lost in thoughts. Her mind seems not to be in the room with the doctor as her heartbeat increases.)
Caroline, are you listening to me?
Yes, thank God we never can tell the future. If we could, we will never get out of bed (shaking her head). I did not prepare for all these… these things you are asking me to do are strange to me; listing the female parts of my body…
And touching them, Caroline
Yes, and touching them in front of the mirror daily. Then, saying those words you wrote here (she stretches her hand to pick up the paper with her legs straightly crossed and her left hand inside the hood pocket). I won’t lie to you, I can’t do it (she shakes her head continuously). I can’t.
Caroline, you cannot expect others to accept your body when you have not accepted it. You cannot expect people to love you when you have not developed how to love your own body. What I am trying to help you achieve through that is to love your own body, to love who you are and embrace your real identity
I don’t need to stand in front of the mirror to be loved by myself. I love who I am! (Getting up from her seat and raising her voice) I am a tomboy and I love that. That is my point.
No Caroline, that is not who you are. That is who you have made yourself to be. Who you are is a female. You are a woman, Caroline.
(Oladele slides her palms through her misty eyes as she concurs with what the doctor just said. She slumps right back into her seat.)
I know it’s hard for you to deal with some of these things and if you want us to take it slowly or you need some time to go think about them, then you are free.
What is the third stage?
We haven’t struck a deal on the second
(Gives a thumbs up) Great! The third stage is going to sound so weird to you but change comes with a price and like I said, it’s just for 3-6 months, it’s not forever.
(Oladele waits anxiously for the bombshell)
We need to change your wardrobe.
Caroline, I’m going to need you to be on skinny jeans, skirts, and dresses every day of the week with just a day off. It’s for the 3-6 months therapy
What! I’ve not worn a skirt in years. The last skirt I can remember wearing is my secondary school senior class uniform.
What am I… How will? (She grabs her earpiece from the table and gets up) I need a break.
You did chemistry as a subject in school?
Unhumm? (Acting uneasy?)
Graphite and Diamond I understand are allotropes of Carbon. Graphite is very soft. They use it as pencil, paints and all that, while diamond is so hard, it’s the hardest substance on earth. Diamond is also expensive but from the same carbon. You know why Caroline?
(All these while, Oladele had turned her back at her)
Diamond is subjected to higher temperature and pressure while graphite is subjected to lower temperature and pressure. Now, you need to make up your mind. Do you want to be graphite or a diamond?
I need a break… to think.
(She walks out of the office hurriedly like someone who is being pursued. She holds her head like it wants to explode. She starts to walk up and down the corridor, breathing out and in deeply. She sits on a chair at the corridor, cleaning the tears that flowed down her eyes. The memory of how she goes in with their maid flashes through her mind including some of the words the doctor had said – “We will accomplish many things if we do not consider them as impossible”. Wiping the tears from her eyes with her left hand, she gets up, walks back to Dr. Adesoji’s office)
No wearing of make-up and no using of weavon
Alright (with a smile)
I have a question or observation or whatever it looks like.
One reality that the female gender keeps running from is that everything about women is designed to serve the men. They are to cook for them. They are to carry babies for 9 months. They are to submit to them. Their bodies age as they give birth while the men still look younger. Women put their dreams on hold to raise the children while the men move on with their lives; the excuse men give is that they have to work so they can provide but women still work alongside all these that they do. So, the female gender is like a defeated person who is yet to wake up to reality. I’m not proud of that gender. I need a reason to be proud of that gender and I don’t want to hear “behind a successful man is a woman”. I feel it is one of the ways of creating ecstasy in women; so…?
Hmmm! (sighs deeply) You have said a lot and I really respect your honesty. I hope I will be able to find words to convey the thoughts in my heart. While speaking, you mentioned one of the greatest strengths of women and that is “giving birth”. 2 Pac is dead now but we still talk about him because he gave birth to a style of hip hop that others now modify today, but we still make reference to him as a hero. Michael
Jackson will forever be remembered in history because he gave birth to a form of dance that others now modify today.
Steve Jobs gave birth to the iPads and the iPhones and though all these people are gone, we still retain their memories in history as heroes. The Albert Einsteins, the Faradays, the Michael Angelos, the Henry Fords, the Ransom Olds, they all gave birth to different things and because of that we regard them as Lords; we rate them high just because they gave birth to valuable things but have you sat down to think of the fact that all these people were each given birth to by a woman? Without the woman, there will be no Faraday. Without the woman, there will be no Einstein, no Steve
Jobs; all these people I have mentioned were given birth to by the entity called
WOMAN before they thought of giving birth to these inventions.
But there was a contribution from the man too
Exactly my point, I am not saying the female gender is superior to the male, neither am I saying the male is superior to the female. What I am saying is that the female is as important as the male. What I am saying is that there will be no success without the female coming into the picture. I am saying you and I are simply indispensable.
At the moment, I … I can’t think of any fault with what you’ve said but I feel something will be wrong with it. But … I think you are right… what’s the next thing you will have me do?
Alright, finally I need you to channel your strength in the right path. I want you to have at least a female role model. Not every woman figure loves pink dresses and acts girlish. You need to find women with lions’ hearts, women like Bertha Benz – she was the wife and business partner of the automobile inventor – Karl Benz; the
Benz we now drive. In 1888, she was the first person to drive an automobile over a long distance. Aung Suu Kyi of Burma; she was a president placed on house arrest but still refused to give up, women like Myrlie Evers-Williams, married to African American activist Medgar Wilie Evers who stood her ground against racism putting her life on the line.
Is that all?
Thank you so much, when is my next appointment?
Two weeks time
(Pauses for a long time, staring at the table) Alright… can you… can you be a mentor?
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Research has shown that gay and transgender youth entering into the juvenile justice system are twice as likely to have experienced family conflict, child abuse, and homelessness as other youth.
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INT. OFFICE BUILDING. PASSAGE
Oladele (19)tall, slim, dark, wears a black hood, white earpiece
plugged to the ear, blue crazy jeans, hangs school bag on left
arm, the phone inside front pocket, white trainers shoe. Black shade
was worn. Walks gallantly inside the female toilet. The security at
the door post stares sternly as he sees the lanky figure glides
into the restroom.
Hey! Excuse me sir
Turning deaf ears to the call, the image rolls into the
restroom. The two ladies who are adjusting their skirt at the
passage of the restroom also staring at the mirror jitters as
soon as their eyes sight the incoming figure, the entity
bounced into one of the restrooms and the ladies bump outside.
The sound of urinating is heard but the toes are facing outside.
INT. OFFICE. MID-DAY
Dr. Adesoji (38) is the tag on the table. Sits on her executive
chair, watching a teaching video on her iPad. Wearing a nice
blouse, moffla around her neck wears a funky eye glasses. she
looks so younger than her age, pretty woman with a broad smile.
Her intercom rings and she picks.
Yes, you can, alright. Thank you.
Walking in with the hood is the same image prominent in the
restroom but without the dark shade, Dr. Adesoji, with her front
gap tooth rises up from her seat to give a warm hug and a broad
You made it
Dr. Adesoji Stretches her hand to the seat in front of her for
her guest who walks to the seat opposite the doctor.
I salute your courage (speaking slowly
and calmly with this outwards peace and
confidence from the inside. My Producer,
Mike forwarded your mail to me and I
have been so eager to meet you
Can we go straight to the point?
Dr. Adesoji nods
Like I said, I’M A TOMBOY (she removes her hood)
We are five, I mean children, all girls,
growing up I always heard my parents
fight over not having a male child, so
I felt something was wrong with the
female gender, that was how I started
trying to be a guy and hanging out with
guy friends, dress like a guy and all
During the conversation, she inserts her fingers on both hands
into one another, removes it, tightens her fists while hitting it
on the armrest of her seat gently, gesticulates with her hands
which has a masculine ring on the third finger of each hand
Maybe that’s why I am a tomboy you get?
I found out guys are easier to be
friends with than ladies, I mean… all
through my secondary school time, I’ve
noticed girls back bite, they keep
malice, they do all sorts but guys are
just plain, you get? I couldn’t accept
the weakness, passivity and
powerlessness that ‘femaleness’
required, so I’m always more with the
How old are you and what level are you
19-years, going to 300L. We are on break
at the moment
Ok. Go on
She begins to sniff as tears drop down her eyes. Dr Adesoji
offers her a handkerchief, she blows her nose and clears her
Now, I… I’m getting interested
in ladies like attracted to them in a
sexual way and last two weeks I… I
don’t know, I found myself having an
affairs with a girl, our 12-year old
maid (she sniffs) that was the first
time… so I just knew I need help, I
need to speak to you.
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SEND HER TO SCHOOL
The importance of female education
OKOLI (32) grabbed DARE (28)’s collar with his fist tightly
“I will kill you today! I will kill
you today!” (With rage emanating
from his red eyes)
“why? What have I done?” “Tell me
what I have done wrong” (Dare is
“I’ve told you my mind, stay away
from my wife”
“Mr. Okoli, I haven’t done anything
to your wife”
a woman who has been watching from close quarter comes out,
“I have been hearing you two’s
conversation, Okoli, if no one will
tell you the truth I will tell you,
you are your own problem! Send her
3 DAYS EARLIER
INT. SITTING ROOM. MIDDAY
Sweetheart, please I want to on
this CD player, it’s not like the
old one, where do I press it?
Okoli says nothing. He keeps pressing his iPad and swapping
you are not answering me
I’m tired please, I taught you 3
weeks ago or has your traveling
made you lose your memo… (Before
he completed his word his phone
rang) ah! My padi what sup? Ooooh!
No wahala, no wahala at all, I will
join you now… Ok
He takes the car key and leaves.
(looking unhappy) hmm.)
She carried the dust bin to go and empty then she meets Dare
coming in from his Saturday jogging sweating profusely
good morning ma, how are you doing
today? When did you return?
I returned yesterday o
alright, welcome. See you later
please Oga Dare, can you help me, I
want to on the CD player
sure, no problem, let’s go
Dare goes in and takes time to put her through on how to
operate it. He shows her how to use the remote control, he
explained what each of the buttons means.
Oga Dare I am very grateful o, I am
ah! No problem ma, please feel free
to always call me anytime
you know, I can help you get a
female teacher who can put you
through some simple things, they
will help you, I can’t put you
through because I’m a man, you get
you mean I still fit know book?
why not? You can, you are
interested in learning which is the
8 hours later Okoli returns looking exhausted.Maggi opens
the door to welcome him with the remote control in her hand.
After they exchanged greeting, Okoli was amazed at how she
was operating the CD player, she paused when coming to
embrace him and resumed play again.
how did you do the CD player?
Oga Dare taught me.
Okoli squints his eyes, breathing heavily while Magi’s
attention was in the film she is watching.
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INT. SITTING ROOM. NIGHT
Tayo keeps adjusting himself on the red cushion chair, two kids are on each of the other chairs, a boy and a girl of about 5 and
7 years old. They are fast asleep assuming funny postures; the boy has a toy gun in his hand with the light blinking while the lady has a big white teddy bear beside her. Tayo is really looking restless as he gets up from the dining table, with his food almost untouched, he removes the spoon from the plate to cover the uneaten food. Removes the toy gun from the boy’s hand and positions him to sleep properly, then he finally grabs the phone
Hello Boye… I’m sorry it’s late…
please… em I need your help, Tomi and
I just… err … broke up
What! what happened
Em… I can’treally explain now but
I’msure she will be so destabilized
and down now, I want you to please help
me call her, please, I won’tmind if
you can even go to her place to sleep
over please, I can come drop you
chill Tayo, I don’t get it as in you
guys are cute together, did you cheat on
No! I won’t do that you know
yeah I know but I’m just trying to
imagine what could have happened, she
will be so broken right now I know
yes she is, please help me try and get to her tonight, I can come drop you
no don’t bother, I’ll drive down, it’s
(sighs) okay, I hope to understand though
After the conversation, Tayo carries the children to the room to lay them on the bed one after the other and covers them with a blanket. The boy opens his eyes as he is being lain on the bed
Uncle Tayo can you please tell mummy we
still want to stay with you? We don’t
want to leave tomorrow
she is already planning to come over
tomorrow George, she has booked your
don’t worry; I will come over to your
place before the year runs out
Tayo goes to sit next to the poor little boy
I’ll miss you (he says slowly as he sits
up to hug him)
TAYO I’ll miss you too
TWO DAYS LATER
INT. KITCHEN. EVENING
Boye is on phone with Tayo
she’s still not picking your call
right?… I will give her the phone as I
go in now
She walks in from the kitchen to the sitting room and stretches the phone to Tomi who is in her pyjamas on the three-sitters chair in the living room watching a comedy on the TV
who? Where did you get this movie from?
‘Cause I know you don’t watch films, it
looks like a film Tayo will love to buy
Boye’s facial expression shows she is surprised because Tayo actually gave her the comedy to give Tomi to make her laugh. She collects the phone from her still laughing. Tayo is smiling broadly on the other side as he is listening to the conversation
Hello (with laughter from the comedy still in her voice)
(Clears his voice like he was suddenly choked)
baby please don’t hang up please… please… I just want to hear your
voice, I want to ask about your proposal defence 2 days ago, I want to know if
the toothache is still there, I want to know if the plumber came to repair the leaking zinc in your kitchen, I want to know if grandma’s visa has been released, baby I just want to know you are fine, I’ve missed you and I just want to know you’re fine… I called
Boye because you won’t pick my calls and I understand, I really do, hello… say something baby… please
Tomi has tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably till she completely breaks down into complete tears
what do you want me to say? I’m… I’m
trying to be fine
hmmmm (sighs) this is really hard
I read there’s only a 25% chance of giving birth to an SS as in, if we have four kids only one may be SS
that’s not what the doctor explained
baby, he meant for each child we have,
there is 25% likelihood that the child
is SS, that’s why the whole 3 we plan
having can all be SS
please let’s not talk about it again, I think I’ve heard enough, you’ve made the right decision though hard, breaking up though we say we believe in miracles
hmmm! I won’t lie to you baby, I can’t
get over you, it’s not easy
please… before you hang up, can I come
see you tomorrow? Please don’t say “no”
okay (nodding her head incessantly).
Tayo hangs up the phone and sinks into his chair, having flash backs
if you believe, all things are possible to them that believe, you can believe it and God can do a miracle
AUNTY MABEL (V.O)
Tayo, I’m not saying it’s wrong to have
faith but if you can’t trust God to
change the genotype before the
marriage then don’t bother going into it
at all. George and Agee are both AA but
it was before marriage we settled it, we
trusted God for a change
Tayo, I think I’m running insane on this
issue of genotype, we are not the first
and will certainly not be the last, this
is the 3rd time we are discussing a break
up on this issue, it’s a pity we say we
believe in miracles in church but when
are faced one on one with our Goliath we
medically we advise that two people who
are carriers of the sickle cell gene do
not get married, a times they think they
can overcome it but it doesn’t happen
all the time, when the problem comes it
is usually overwhelming and full of
if you guys are the will of God for each
other then go on, he will back you up
I believe God gave the scientists the wisdom they used in making these discoveries, I believe these discoveries are from God and should not be ignored, our brain is not from the devil, it’s given to us by who? God
if you want to call it off I think the earlier the better but I know water can still be turned to wine
we have seen a lot happen, some go ahead
and come back years later with all four
kids with the disorder, these children
live in pain, some die along the way,
some don’t get to get who to marry or
who to marry them, the psychosocial
aspect is equally terrible
don’t confuse yourself with this faith
thing, if you want to fly a plane and the pilot says “I’m sorry I’m in experienced, this is my first time flying a plane but just have faith we will land safely” will you allow him? Then why in God’s name do you want to fly this genetic incompatibility marriage by faith?
of course, there is a way out, the bone
marrow transplant for infants but lack
of expertise and the high cost of the
operation makes preventive measures the
best option, more so, why ask about a
fireproof when you can avoid the fire.
10 MONTHS LATER
INT. CHURCH HALL. DAY
“I Oluwatayo Williams take you Oluwatomi
Adeniyi as my lawfully wedded wife to
love and to hold, in sickness and in
health, in poverty and in…”
so now, I introduce to you the latest
couple in town “Mr. and Mrs. Williams”
5 YEARS FROM THEN
EXT. UNDER CANOPY. DAYLIGHT. RAIN DRIZZLING
my wife and I really appreciate
everybody present at our baby’s naming
ceremony. We all know our story, we got
married 5 years ago and since then we
have been trusting God for a child, it
pays to serve Him, you can see the
little baby, she’s as pretty as her mom,
now I have two of them around me
There are applauds from the good wishers
The child keeps growing and becoming more and more beautiful by the day, looking so much like her mother. She was named Adetoun, she has long hair like her father, sparkling eyes like her mother with a shinny skin.
Mummy, I want to be a teacher when I am big…
Yes baby girl, you can be one (she
responds with a broad smile)
At age four, she became very sick with swollen hand and feet, luckily their neighbor who is a nurse was around with
them that night, she was the one who noticed there was something wrong with the little girl, she called the parent’s attention to it so they decided to visit the hospital, Toun was on admission for 3 days, along the line, her genotype was taken and was confirmed that she has the Sickle cell disease, the parents turned to each other’s face as the doctor broke the news to them in his office.
It’s not the end of the world…
From that day on, Toun has been in and out of hospital, there has been so much depression in the house; sleepless nights by the parents, there are times her school teacher would call that she has been admitted to the school clinic and the parents will
run down from work. Her situation will get critical and mild and critical and mild and more critical; as she keeps growing up she keeps getting more and more aware of her predicament. One day in school, they are being taught about genotype, blood groups, hematology in their Biology, she could not help the tears streaming down her pretty cheeks as she excused herself and ran to the restroom. That day, she got home not talking to any of
her parents, they kept wondering what could have been wrong with her so they both decided to go meet her in her room to find out what was wrong with her, they knocked but there was no response, her father opened the door quietly and they both stepped in; they met her sobbing quietly with her face swollen, the mother quickly approached her to throw her arms around her
Don’t touch me!
Her mother was scared as that sounded strange
Why? Why? You two are selfish!
Baby, what are you saying? (He stammers)
tell me you both didn’t know about your genotype before you got married! But you chose to marry anyway because you don’t care about me, you only cared about your selfish love! I hate you two, I hate
you! I am the one who breaks down every time, not you, I am the one in and out of admission not you, I am the one on drugs every time not you! I feel the pain; I
go through the shame, not you! Then you want me to believe you love me, if you loved me you would not want me sick, you make me sick and pretend you love me, yes! The two of you make me sick, I know very soon I may die because I am not afraid of death, I have come face to
face with it severally, if I do, don’t bother mentioning God for taking my life because you two did, you two are evil!
For a while, the parents were mute and speechless not knowing how to respond to the shocking expression from their daughter
6 MONTHS AFTER THEN INT. HOSPITAL PASSAGE. NIGHT.
Mr. Williams, you are the man of the
house and that is why I’ve called you out
to tell you this. I just pushed the
women to go home and bring some stuff,
you really need to be strong for your
family at this point… we tried our
best Mr. Williams we did…
(looking at the expression on the
doctor’s face knew where he was going)
ah! No… not my baby… my baby can’t be gone
(He puts his two hands on his head as he
collapsed to the chair beside him)
Sickle-cell disease is an incurable genetic disorder widespread in sub-Saharan Africa and among descendants of Africans worldwide. Sufferers have no visible symptoms, but periodically experience severe pain and are also highly prone to anemia because the blood cells break down after only 10-20 days, rather than the usual four months.
Around four million Nigerians are estimated to suffer from the disease, while 25 million others carry the genes which they pass to their offspring.
From available statistics, 100,000 infants die from the sickle-cell disease in Nigeria annually, making it the number one sickle-cell endemic country in Africa.
Based on World Health Organization [WHO] indices, Nigeria accounts for 75 percent of infant sickle-cell cases in Africa and almost 80 percent of infant deaths from the disease in the continent.
Although sickle-cell in infants is curable through bone marrow transplants, lack of expertise and the high cost of the operation makes preventive measures the best option, medical experts say. “This is why we advocate genetic counseling by intending couples before marriage to determine the status of their genes. People should go for a genetic test in the same way they determine their HIV status before marriage as the most effective way to protect their children and curtail the disease” – Sadiq Wali (President of Nigeria Sickle cell Foundation)
Before you 2 get into that stage where you are head over heel in love with each other PLEASE GO FOR YOUR GENOTYPE TEST.