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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.
Written by Dr Weyinmi Erikowa
I am a very lazy person in terms of hard work, my mother can testify to that. However, what baffles her is my ability to act like a fierce force when emergencies happen. It was a cool evening and I was just listening to the radio, I don’t like the television for no justifiable reason. The radio presenter was discussing the dangers of teenage pregnancy in our region. I loved the topic, as I get to see young unmarried girls with ‘big belle’ every day.
As I was shaking my leg to the rhythm of the music as the show went on break, I was interrupted by one of my neighbours, she was approaching me and shouting, “Oga please help us oh. My daughter has gone into labour oh. Please, we beg you, help us get to the hospital”. Thankfully, I was dressed up in my khaki shorts and white shirt, I quickly wore my sandals, grabbed my wallet and car keys.
I arrived at the house of my neighbour and saw her 16 years old daughter sitting on the fall, holding her waist and crying out in pains. I have seen pregnant women and I still cannot comprehend their labour pains. So we helped her into the car and zoomed off to the hospital. While I drove, I kept my mind on how she is quite young to give birth to a child and the health impacts. Yes, I forgot to tell you, I am good at analysing situations; it creates solutions to the problems.
So in my curious state of mind, as we approached the hospital, I asked the mother of the pregnant girl, “Mama, your pikin attend antenatal?” She gave a negative response with the reason that her daughter was embarrassed about the whole thing and felt ashamed after attending a session once. “Ok! Ok! Mama, I see!” In my head, I was swearing and cursing but I don’t know who to blame- the mother, the girl or the society.
So we arrived at the hospital, we told the nurse on duty a young girl is in labour. She appeared shocked as she saw the young girl brought in. She quickly asked for antenatal records and any other relevant documents relating to the expectant mother. I quickly explained to her that, there was none. She just changed from a sweet nurse to angry mother; she was furious, she sighed and blamed us and made comments towards the young girl. It is common for us in our area to be judgemental so I didn’t bother confronting her.
No antenatal records meant we had to wait longer for us to be attended to. We have to follow ‘due process.’ I made sure we followed the process in patience and hoped as the hospital is a crazy place to be in and you have to be in good terms with the staff, else… So after an hour of registration and numerous forms signing and what I took to be a brief antenatal or pre-delivery check-up. The midwife walked up to us and asked who’s taking responsibility for the girl. I responded that I was here to support the elderly woman. We asked if there’s anything we needed to do regarding the safe delivery of the girl and her baby. The midwife told us to start praying as her pelvis is still immature to deliver a baby. “Blood of Jesus!” exclaimed the mother of the pregnant girl! ”Mama! Mama! Please calm down! We need to get more explanation on the matter” I pacified her. The old woman just kept crying in the usual Nigerian way.
So while the wailing about the situation continued, I quickly called a few of my friends. Yes, I have a speed dial for emergencies. While I waited for my calls to yield some ‘fruits’, I went to meet the doctor quietly so the old woman won’t continue crying. “Madam Docki! Good evening Ma! I am sorry to bother you oh. Please, I just want to have a few clarification about the situation of the young girl who is said to have an immature pelvis. Please, Ma, try to break it down in simpler terms, so my Mama can understand”. She looked at me and said “oya sit down let us talk. First of all, I am not too happy with the current situation. She is too young to give birth, her pelvis is too small as she hasn’t developed fully as a woman and lastly, we are to perform a Caesarean Section. How did she end up pregnant sef? Didn’t she receive home training? (She muttered to herself). Is that clear enough?” “Yes, Doctor! Thank you very much! Oh, Dr, how much are we talking about here? You know for the C-Section?” I questioned “Oh that’s not a lot of money, it’s just 300,000 Naira”, replied the Doctor.
“300K for wetin na?” I lamented. All the same, I thanked her and headed out. I smiled as I already sourced for funds with the calls I made. My friends had arrived and all I did was explain the situation and collected the money. And I tried to bind and cast the judgemental spirit that was forcing itself upon them to make awful comments. I thanked them because we don’t get such Father Christmas gifts as quickly as this.
So I went to meet the nurse on duty and told her we are ready for the procedure as we have the money. She was just grumbling about how this money wants to be wasted on a silly girl who didn’t know her left from her right. Oh well, I don’t blame anyone for making the angry comments towards the teenage girl. I believe everyone is accountable for his or her actions; my only exception will be a rape case in this situation. So I pleaded with the nurse, that we get things done as quickly as possible, in my mind, I was preparing the questions I had for the girl and her mother after this whole wahala subsides. Come to think of it! We had spent 6 hours at the hospital already. Oh yes! You are curious about how I have that kind of time for people? Well…..I am a Nigerian with a twist. My life revolves around people and finding solutions to problems.
After two hours of waiting, the young girl was wheeled into the theatre, while I listened to the numerous prayer requests family and friends were releasing into the atmosphere. Gosh! I can be very sarcastic especially when I am on my worst behaviour. When the sex was sweet and things were rosy, they weren’t thinking of the future prayers of today. I reclined on the long chair at the edge of a window and gave in to my thoughts. Where is the young man that is responsible for this pregnancy? How could they have sex without protection? Who will be responsible for the newborn? What happens to the girl’s education? Are we giving enough sex education to our young ones? How did we get to this situation, were our eyes blindfolded?
I felt a hand touch me, I quickly realised I was still at the hospital. The doctor was still dressed in her green scrubs but without her gloves or mask. “Please, we need your help if you can. It is a matter of life and death. The young girl is bleeding severely and we are trying our best to stop further bleeding. She has lost a lot of blood and would need a blood transfusion as quickly as possible” she said. “Ok doctor”, I replied. “Doctor, please what about the baby?” “Oh! She had a baby girl but she’s under supervision for now, as we are trying to keep the mother alive” the doctor answered hurriedly.
I sighed! “Lord let this not be a bad day for us, I pray”. I quickly went to the nursing station and asked for the location of the Blood Bank. One of the nurses gave me the direction to the Bank, however as I moved away from their station, they called me back. ‘’Oga, you sure say you want make that girl survive?’’ They asked me. I looked at them like strange beings, wondering why they asked such question. As if they read my thoughts, they told me to go and try my ‘’luck’’. I was furious about their attitude towards critical issues, but I don’t blame them.
So I found the Blood Bank, I asked for blood as the young girl has type O, the attendant told me, there was no blood available. “Oga sir, no vex oh! Blood no dey. I fit direct you go one place inside town” the attendant replied. I played cool for the few minutes and asked if I could donate blood for the girl as I was a type O. “Oga, me I no fit do all that procedure for now. My chief no dey duty now, you know say night duty get as e be” he replied me. In my mind, I felt like using koboko to flog the young man. Arrant nonsense!
“Okay, no vex as you no sabi anything now. Where I fit buy blood now now?” I asked him. He gave me an address, which was not too far from the hospital. I drove down there and asked for blood. It took an hour to get type O blood after so many explanations and protocols. I headed to the hospital, gave one of the nurses the blood and she replied,” hope this blood no get kwanta oh?” The atmosphere was tensed, the old woman was sobbing quietly and it felt like death hovered around us. We kept our prayers to ourselves as we lacked the strength to pray openly, God saw our hearts, and I guess the angels wept with us as well.
The dangers that lie with teenage pregnancy was all I thought about as we waited for news. Who sent this girl to have sex at a tender age? After all, this suffer, she will enter the streets again to continue her bad behaviour? What will be the fate of the baby girl? Another life without supervision or a lesson will be learnt?
I heard the Mama call my name, “Doctor said we should come inside”. I followed her down the hall and got to the ward the young girl was admitted in. She was awake but too weak to say anything. Mama beamed with joy. I was welcomed back to reality with a fantastic Itsekiri song….trust me, the old lady was dancing like there’s no tomorrow. I guess she forgot all her worries for the time being. I beamed with joy but my mind was filled with questions, no one seems to know the answers.
As I stared at the little baby, I asked within me, “will your mother learn her lessons and care to share her experience?” Teenage pregnancy doesn’t pay. The pathway to motherhood is not for the unprepared.
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‘Palava you dey find’ sang Fela!
I enjoy listening to Fela’s songs because they are meaningful. While I was seriously nodding to the tunes from my phone, someone called my name. I turned to see who that amazing person could be. Jisos e! It was the child and her baby, the teenage girl who gave birth a few months ago. “Doh oh” I greeted her while I looked at her carefully. She had tired eyes, a crying baby and dirty clothes on her.
How are you doing? I asked her. She adjusted her wrapper and said she was fine but not too well. “I am just managing myself”, she replied. “I haven’t eaten well in the last three days. Since I cannot go to school, and everyone in my house is always busy; I am helping my mother sell at the market. It is not easy at all. The baby is always crying and I have to breastfeed her all the time. My mother keeps yelling at me. I get frustrated with the whole thing; sometimes I just sit down and start crying. Please, I am begging you; can you help me with some food or money to buy some food for myself?” She asked. “Eyah! Kpele! Doh!” I sympathised with her. “You see my young friend, what is happening to you now is called life. You hear me so? Life happens when you don’t prepare for it. I have some food to give you, but it is not only the food to eat I have got. You need to eat the food of knowledge and understanding, so you can have value for yourself and what pertains to your life.”
I beckoned her to come sit with me as the baby had stopped crying. I went inside the house and brought a bowl of rice, stew and fried plantain; I served her and she ate voraciously like a very hungry lioness. I shook my head in sorrow, “poor child, how did you get yourself into this mess?” I thought to myself. After she ate, I served her a chilled Zobo Drink. As she drank with great delight, I started with the food of questions and answers. Yes na! Nothing is for free, even animals know that. “Where is the father of this child?” She almost fell off her chair. “Why are you scared? Where is the father of the child?” I probed. She bowed her head as she cuddled her baby. “He is at home inside this our village. He is the son of well-known petty trader”. She replied. “Eh-en! You mean he is as young as you are and you decided to play love play?” (My sarcastic behaviour was playing out) I was already getting somewhat angry. “Hmm! He said he loved me and that nothing would happen to me” she quickly added as she saw the look on my face. “My friends were doing it with their boyfriends; I didn’t want to be left out; so I did it out of love and to avoid my friends from laughing at me”. “Chai! You say?” I exclaimed in a soft voice so I don’t scare her. “My dear, who is laughing at you now? Where is the love now? Why would you think your boyfriend loved you so much? And why did you trust your friends? Did you have a class on sex education? Or at least your mother telling you about the dangers of early sex and pregnancy or STDs if you are not married?”
She started crying softly. “Sex was taught during our Biology class, we joked about it. We really didn’t know about the consequences of pre-marital sex. My parents are more concerned about their own activities and they felt I was just a ‘small girl’. I didn’t let anyone at home know I had a boyfriend. He gave me gifts and I hid them or used them only when I was in school. Besides he said, nothing will happen even if he didn’t wear a condom.” “You are so naïve. So how did you know you were pregnant?” I asked her. She gave out a soft laugh, “I didn’t. It was my mother who detected I was pregnant. I wasn’t conscious about my menstrual cycle, so didn’t care too much when I missed my period” “Interesting! What about the Biology class on Menstruation?” I queried. “Oh! That was one difficult class I didn’t understand and there was no one to explain to me properly. So my mother was just shouting ‘you are pregnant, you this girl! You have killed me!’I ran to my friends, but they kept laughing and advised I do an abortion. I was too scared, so I went to meet my boyfriend. He yelled at me and almost had me beaten up. He said he wasn’t responsible for the pregnancy and I should never visit his house again. I felt like dying but I had to summon the courage to live with my actions.” “How does it feel to be a teenage mother?” I asked her “It is not a thing to take pride in. It is very difficult to start life again except you have people to encourage you and it is not advisable to have a baby as a teenage girl. Now I have learnt my lesson, I wish others will learn from me.” She answered soberly. “Now you have eaten the food of the elders,” I said smiling at her.
In Nigeria, teenage pregnancy was being predicted to soar over 60 million by 2015 according to National Population Commission (NPC). One out of ten teenage girls in the south is likely to get pregnant. Related to this are pregnancy complications, unsafe abortion, poor antenatal care and curtailment of education attainment. We all have roles to play, every sister, brother, mother, aunty, uncle, father, mother can educate a child. Do your part, begin by sharing this story.
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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: Ayokunle Olagoke
8:45p.m; April 29, 2016
EXT. NIGHT. BIG COMPOUND. DOWNSTAIRS
The neighbors gather outside, downstairs, in a mournful state. Health officials step out of the ambulance to carry the victim, Mimi (33), on a stretcher. Her body is covered with a white cloth. Two kids are noticeable as Sean (8), the elder screams uncontrollably. At the sight of the victim, he suddenly embraces Paul (4), the younger child. He covers Paul’s face to prevent him from seeing the victim. The policemen are on the scene, they walk down hastily from upstairs with Tamono (38) handcuffed; an innocently looking young man. They seal up the crime scene with a tape, observing it critically with their bright light. The detective wearing gloves, picks up a broken tooth, after further search, he picks up broken pieces of glass as well. The women at the scene embrace the two children and take them to one of the apartments downstairs.
8:02p.m; April 29, 2016
EXT. NIGHT. BIG COMPOUND. DOWNSTAIRS
The compound is lively. Some adults are downstairs in their singlets and boxers, some with wrappers. The only apartment with light is the one upstairs, the other apartments have lesser light sources. Suddenly, a huge sound is heard. A female body drops from the two-story building upstairs to the ground with a knife dropping from her hand as she falls.
7:28p.m; April 29, 2016
INT. EVENING. BEDROOM
Mimi is in front of the mirror, her face made up. She moves closer to the mirror to access the bruises on her face and hand. Tamono walks in carrying her bag for her. He appears remorseful. He stands behind her, she can see him from the mirror in front of her
Bae… you’re still not saying anything.
I think we need to change that hospital,
let’s get a new place, I don’t like the
way they stare at us whenever we go
there, the nurses look mischievous
Mimi shakes her head as tears roll down her face. Tamono quickly goes down on his knees, grabs her two hands
Bae… don’t cry again, please. Look, I
am deeply sorry, I don’t know how it
happens but trust me I am seriously
working on it, believe me when I say I
love you deeply
No Tamono, (Sniffs as her tears flow
down faster) I don’t think we need to
change the hospital.
What do you suggest then Bae?
I suggest you go see a therapist who
will take you through how to express
your anger in a healthy way, how to quit
beating your wife… Sean’s teacher
called me, she says Sean has been
sleeping in class all week, when he was
asked; guess what he told his teacher,
the boy is smart, he told the teacher he
doesn’t get to sleep at night. No, this
is our fault, we are responsible…
Tamono gets up on his knees at this point
Hold it! Look I am not a kid, I have 9
years experience as a lawyer (points his
finger at her face in anger) when people
say it is our fault, what they mean is
that it is your fault and it is not my
fault! okay? I will not take that!
By now, Mimi gets on her feet
Tamono, this week has been hell for me.
I am getting tired Tamono, I am getting
tired! Look at my body, look at the
bruises… Tamono see my face, who put
Tamono moves closer to her face, raising his voice
You put them there! You put them there
the day you decided to marry me
Yes! Did I pretend to you? I showed you
my real self before I married you. This
has been happening before we got
married. Tell me I had not raised my
hands against you before I married you
here. We make choices, you made a choice
to live with me and to the best of my
knowledge I am working on the damn anger
thing! Who the hell has nothing they are
working on anyway?
Tamono, you are a shameless beast! You
bastard have the effrontery to say such
gibberish! Is it until you kill me? You
of all people should have an idea of
what human right means
He gives her a heavy slap with the back of his hand
I will teach you how to talk
respectfully to your husband
She makes her way to the sitting room, Tamono runs after her, she manages to lock the passage door to prevent him from getting to her before proceeding to the sitting room where the children are watching the TV
Sean! (Panting heavily) take your
brother to the room now! Go!
Sean is looking confused. He carries the younger brother who looks unaware of what is happening
Make sure you don’t come out until I ask you to
Suddenly, they hear a loud noise like the door has been forcefully opened. Tamono bursts into the sitting room sweating
You know you are dead right?
He approaches her in the presence of the children and punches her. She struggles to free herself. Sean covers his brother’s face
Take your brother in! Go in! We will be
Tamono continues to hit her
Even if you make more money than I do,
that still doesn’t mean I am not your
Tamono you are hurting me!
She finally breaks out, sights a knife on the dining table, makes her way there, picks the knife to defend herself.
That’s right! yes, come on now, come and
stab your husband
He moves closer to her as she walks back gradually towards the corridor outside the sitting room which is partially covered by a cracked glass
Don’t come near me Tamono, don’t make me
I want you to do it, I want your news to
be on the dailies- the woman with two
kids who murders her husband with a
He approaches her speedily, struggles to take the knife from her, by now Sean is behind him with a big encyclopedia, he hits it on his father from behind. Tamono looks back and pushes him away. Mimi loses a tight grip on the knife at the sight of Sean stumbling. Tamono takes advantage of the moment, in an attempt to pull Mimi closer and snatch the knife off her hand, he pulls her too hard, her head hits the cracked glass at the corridor and she falls from the two story building to the ground floor with the knife falling alongside with her downstairs. Tamono is shocked to his bones, he finds it hard to believe his eyes. As she hits the ground with her mouth open, one of her tooth falls off
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Original story by Opeyemi Emoruwa
Written by Ayokunle Olagoke
INT. TITILADE’S SITTING ROOM. DAYTIME
Gboyega (35) is sitting on the brown cushion chair, rubs his palm nervously continuously on the handle of the chair, he has a white envelope in his other hand. Titilade (33) walks in on phone.
It’s in one week and the beads are not ready? Listen, by now, I…
Another call comes in, she checks the caller
Let me answer this call… hello sir, yes sir, we have the tests results now sir, yes sir… we will bring them this evening sir… amen sir…
She bends down to hug Gboyega. He manages to smile
Are you okay? Why did you insist on coming to tell me face to face?
He hands over the white envelope to her. She opens it hurriedly and glances through.
Hmmm! We need to decide on how to inform pastor… I know he might want to… to… but we will tell him we have faith
Gboyega is looking down, he shakes his head in disagreement
Hmmm… well… I’m not sure I…
He sighs deeply. Titilade looks confused
(stammering), I’ve… em… I’ve seen my neighbor lose two out of three kids to sickle cell…
But that is not our portion Gboye, that is why we are Christians, we will believe God for a miracle
Gboyega appears restless, shakes his head
I take responsibility for my fault… I should have done this test way back
Look, that does not matter now, wedding is in a week, we have spent money, told people… I’m thirty-three. The only way for us on this issue is forward. Gboye talk to me!
Gboyega’s eyes are misty. He slides two palms down his face
Ah… God, the doctor I met said he will like to meet with both of us
What for? To advise us not to proceed? Look, Gboye you are even pissing me off the way you are handling this
She gets up angrily, walks into her room and slams the door.
INT. DOCTOR’S CONSULTING ROOM. DAYTIME
Dr. Fred (56) sits opposite the couples.
I won’t take much of your time. I know how hard this moment is
Titilade shakes her head in disagreement and cuts in
I believe in miracles, as for me, I serve a living God who can do anything… I am resolute
That’s okay… I will like us to do a simple exercise okay? Have you decided on how many kids you will like to have?
Three, 2 boys, 1 girl
He brings out a white sheet of paper, writes on it “AS AS” crosses them to produce: AA, AS, AS, SS.
DR FRED (CONTD)
Now take a look, what this means is, for each pregnancy you have, there is 25% chance of the child being an AA, 50% chance of that same child being an AS and 25% chance of that same child being an SS. So the child can be any of these. Do you understand?
They both nod their heads
DR FRED (CONTD)
So, I will wrap these four likelihoods into individual papers.
He writes AA in a paper, he writes AS in another paper, AS again in another paper and SS in another paper. He wraps and shuffles them.
DR FRED (CONTD)
Now let us assume you are about to have your first child, these paper represent the likely genotypes, pick one.
Gboyeba reaches out, picks one, opens it and finds AS written on it.
Okay. So let’s say that is the first child. Now you are about to have your second child, pick again
I think she should pick, she is more saint than I am
Titilade stretches her hand, picks, it’s an SS paper. She sighs as she sees it
Okay. So that is the second child.
Dr. Fred wraps them all again, shuffles and stretches towards Titilade. She pauses for some seconds, stares deeply at the papers. She reaches out and picks; opens it and its SS. She sighs deeply
2 MONTHS LATER
INT. TITILADE’S TOILET. DAYTIME
Titilade is pooing, her phone beeps.
ASABI GOWN’S TEXT MESSAGE
We usually don’t accept them back but you have a genuine reason.
Around four million Nigerians are estimated to suffer from sickle cell disease, while 25 million others carry the genes which they pass to their offspring.
From available statistics, 100,000 infants die from sickle-cell disease in Nigeria annually
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
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