The cost: Concluding Episode!!!

Cost of my unspoken words

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Cost of my spoken thought

Concluding Episode

(Few years after)

It was just one hour to the commencement of the long awaited conference. On this day, multitudes gushing in with enthusiasm on their faces, although, it was a three-day program, but this day had more multitude so much that the addition of the former days population was just about half of what the theatre has received one hour before the commencement of the program.

Baye walked in with the support of a crutch on his right arm. He was excited when he got in, because it was his first time out of the hospital since the day armed robbers broke his right leg. He couldn’t get to the front row; also he didn’t want to be the source of distraction to the great speaker for the day, so he sat at the back.
He was pleased with the condition of the hall. Cool music, cool environment, cool decoration and all other cool facilities provided. He felt relieved and satisfied with all he saw.

Then....

Then, this slender fair complexion lady walked to the stage. What got Baye’s attention was her hair-do painted black with a slight touch of wine at intervals. The length of the hair was to her waist. Right above her forehead was a rounded shape, curved with a part of the long hair. It was designed in such a way that it looked like donut or what Yorubas' call ‘Osuka’.

After Baye observed that, he couldn’t hold the noise anymore as shouting  and standing ovation had taken up the whole hall, so he blocked his ears with his hands.

“Thank you for the love. Can we now get to business please?

 I must tell you all that, i was at one stage in my life, I was at an extreme worst area of life and didn’t know what to do. But then this friend got to help me out with a simple analogy of how to make FUFU.

I want you all to listen carefully and also relate my story to fufu production and see how i became my own FUFU:

Just like fufu, i started as a raw material

My parents planted me well into this environment.

I guarded myself as it is in the cantonment

Then, i became ripe without a bad omen

....

But one day, Holly peeled away my cloths-my white linen

He unleashed what i was covering and broke my hymen

Again, he broke me into pieces and throws it into a basket

I was happy; i thought it was a casket


....

I came back to my senses, so i got up

Though broken but i wanted to be soft

For about three days, i  had been surfing the net

Finally, i became soft but then i was still stinking I sucked

....

I tried more; all just for me to be cleansed

 But then, it was just a bit; i got rinsed.

Then i got scrubbed, robbed and broken again

Holly came back and i was in it again; again and again

....

What i was doing was wrong; i knew that from the beginning

But this time, i entered my shell and squeezed myself in.

In few days i was fermented; i became lean

I thought i was finished; i was already in my death’s inn.


(She-the speaker-cried while on this; the hall was silent. Faces were looking pitiful; some were crying. Baye stood up after a lot of cry and walk towards the stage.

 Then she said in a low tone: ‘Guys can’t you see that i was a raw fufu? That was the last stage of my raw production. I didn’t know but i thank God i never committed suicide’) she continued:

But then...

One day, immediately after my first abortion,

I took up the courage to tell someone,

Like i was on a hot seat, i got questioned.

After a while i loved God again; i now help others like James bond.


(She took up her handkerchief and wiped her tears; the tension in the hall reduced; Baye struggled to move forward still; Cool music saturated the atmosphere. She held the Microphone with her two hands to conclude.)

In summary, i am a bona fide proof of the saying that “All things work together ....”

I can still remember Baye told me one day that:

“In as much it’s the right thing, it’s not a stigma.
If it’s God’s time, then it’s not late”

.....

What words or thoughts of yours has cost you so much?

Will you still allow them steal your future?

(Baye finally got to the seat in the front row. He screamed with a loud and crying voice saying;  ‘Laurel thank you and God bless you for me’)

THE END

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The cost Episode6

Cost of my unspoken words 

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Cost of my spoken thought!

Episode6

Chill! I am going somewhere with this. Trust me.

Before the popularly known ‘FUFU’ get to the stage of the meal you are salivating for, it has really gone through different stages. And at every stage, you may find it difficult to believe what can bring out such delicacy out of it. Maybe you don't understand what I am talking about. Let me tell you the processes it has to pass through before getting to that delicious stage:

"Paaki" has to first grow. Growing cassava-the raw material-is of a process and cannot be done by an anyhow means and person. Planting it requires ‘Ebe’ or what English man called ‘heap of soil of domelike shape’. 

Thereafter, the stems of cassava that has been cut into appropriate sizes (400mm long or  thereabout with the two edges sewn in a particular style) is then inserted into the heap.

 Since it's a root and tuber crop, it is harvested by digging, and what you see is a long, slender and brownish cassava with soil on it. 

The environment for fufu production has features unique to it. You will be welcomed by the perfume produced by it. Around it are whitish tiny sticks, raw cassava and ‘Epo paaki’. At one side are drums of different sizes filled with water and the incumbent cassava-for softening. 

We have to remove the bark called ‘Epo paaki’ and this is done by professional Women and children in the midst of the harvested cassava with baskets at their sides. They sit like letter ‘L’ on a low stool holding a knife and a cassava. I can’t find words to explain how they perfectly slice off the bark so fast and then immediately cut it to smaller sizes into a brown and wooden basket. Ready for the next stage!

In this stage, the cassava is soaked in water and left for three days or thereabout to make it soft. After it becomes soft, it is then removed from the water and sometimes, it is rinsed to remove its sourness. 

Then in extracting our fufu from what we have now, it requires a sieve of a very small sized mesh. A very big bowl is filled with water and the sieve is placed on it. With contact with the water, the soft cassava is rubbed against the sieve and after a while what will be left on the sieve is a tiny and slender white stick and it is then poured away. 

What is left is the fufu and water in the bowl. So to separate them, the solution is poured in a sack or big cloth with tiny pores and tightened with our unique style of tightening-at Ilaro, it's by getting a stick of 500mm long, insert it in the two open sleeves of the sack and then rotate the stick until the sack is very tight. It is then compressed  by any means to extract the water-also in ilaro, this is done by placing heavy stones on the tightened sack. 

It is left for some days until we have a complete fermentation to give us a wonderful fufu that is ready for cooking.

Still very confused and curious, Laurel responded as follow: “Baye, i must commend your effort for teaching me how to get this product. I think i can now boast on how to make fufu. But then, i am really trying to relate this with my own waterloo. Please can you go straight to the point?” 

Thank you for the response. It shows you are not just attentive but also actively listening. this is the last stage of our discussion and i do believe that after i take you through this last process, you will by then start healing, but i am sorry it will not anymore be tonight, because i have to go to sleep now. You know as early as possible tomorrow, i will be going for my interview in your school. I promise to come straight to your house after the interview.

Lest i forget, when next i come, you will be sharing your experience of making fufu by yourself so that you can grasp better the expository of this healing process

Watch out for the last episode!!!

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The cost: Episode 5

The cospossible unspoken words

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The cost of my spoken thought

EPISODE 5

“Thank God i am here this early to have this ‘healing process’ discussion with you coupled with the fact that i just finish enjoying the Nigerian delicacy you prepared for me.

Some of the things i will be doing might look weird which certainly it is, but make sure you learn from it. Right now, i am about to talk about FOOD.” Baye said with much seriousness.

“FOOD?How?” Laurel interrupted

Everything you narrated to me about what happened to you has something to do with FOOD. Let me emphasize again that it is likely associated with food.

How does that sound to you? But then, before you begin to nail me, let me explain quickly.

There is this Nigerian food that is white in colour and always accompanied by some delicacy in vegetables.

 This food is properly transported in morsels by the strategic movements of the five fingers in your right hand.

Because i like food, i will like to describe the food before i say the name.
There is this food that looks elastic-like, normally prepared in a pot on fire with the help of turning stick. It has to be an expert making it otherwise, you will have what i call ‘lumps’ containing some undone whitish-like powder.

Also, its serving style is unique. A flat plate is its stage which is usually conveyed from the hot pot by a specially made microphone. This microphone is a flat and wide spoon without the long and slender handle popularly called ‘Igbako’ by the Yoruba’s. About two or three spoons gather on the stage and after washing our hands in a separate water called ‘omiisanwo’, the dressing and designing of the food is done with the hand to make a dome-like shaped ‘okele’ as the Yoruba’s will call it which means ‘swallow food’.

Not just that, it is always accompanied by some instrumentalist sharing the same stage playing tunes containing series of fish, meat and other parts of a meat. These instrumentalists are of different type but i did like to stick with that one with a touch of vegetable dominated by melon called ‘Egusi’ and some tiny fish, meat, liver and so on. The instrumentalists are surrounded by fascinating red oil. And then, you can’t wait to eat that drenched bush meat overcrowding the whole thing.

“Stop making me hungry. I am already salivating and i wonder how i will get that now. I thought i lost my appetite but you just made me hungry.

“Baye! Don’t you understand?

 I am a fool and i have gone astray.

I am a bona fide victim of my circumstance.

 I am now a child of the world” Laurel murmured.

I couldn’t stop it. My first experience initiated me to the business and I became a ‘Kama sutra’. That night was the unfortunate discovery of my desperation, aspiration and thirst. Not because i done it once but because i kept on demanding him for more thereafter.

 I don’t even know what food has to do with what we are discussing. But i really want to know.” Laurel said in anticipation.

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The cost: Episode 4

The Cost of my unspoken words
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The cost of my spoken thought

Episode 4

Note: I seek your consent this last time on this Episode.

“I am sorry i dropped the call the other time. I realized i was late for evening worship. But I'm here now. Let’s conclude this tonight or what do you think Laurel?” Baye suggested.

Yes of course! My curiosity and desperation controlled me that night.

So I stood up from my chair carefully and sat down again. I was scared. I did that several times and kept finding myself back on the chair again. I guess there was a fight between my soul and mind.

My emotions and my spirit were playing with my decision. One was saying “just this once and that’s all” while the other was saying “you don’t want to try it at all” but i think i was partial, i didn’t even give more chance to the later. I just kept listening to the former thought. That was it...

But on my last time, i went straight to the bed and slept in my corner.
I didn’t know what to say so i kept silent for a while; my face was tattooed to the bed -I almost kissed my bed. I was actually looking for how to communicate what i wanted to him.

Then i remembered how the lady in the movie I watched lately wrapped her hands around her guy. How she communicated it nicely without saying a word which went on nice and i wanted to try it.

After a while i tried it. I wrapped my hands around him and I felt the surprise in him. He didn’t move. I guess he was scared of my plans. I waited for some minutes to see if he will gather courage but then he didn’t and by then my hands were already paining me. I guess my ancestors didn’t want me to go on with my plans.

Not too long after, I got up with something else. I rubbed my hands around his chest for a while but he still remained dormant. I thought he should have understood but i guess he didn’t or probably was not sure of what I was doing.

I guess while doing all of those, my urge kept increasing. I kept rubbing his chest, and then gradually I was moving my hands down to his stomach. When I got to his navel, I stopped there and played with it a little.

Then i saw some moves and some protrusion around his boxers.
I almost moved my hands closer. By this time, my urge was at the apex and I realized I couldn’t hold it anymore. Then I screamed silently ‘Oya now’!

As soon as immediately, the giant in him rose like ‘Ijebu garri’

That was the cost of my spoken thought.

I got the pain i wanted

I also derived the pleasure included

I stained my bed.

My hymen provided the paint and painted 

I painted my bedbarrel

I can’t stop crying

I feel like i am dying

I can feel my head frying

I am mad at me even trying

I think i will take my life

I will just go ahead to commit suicide

But then, i don’t want to go to hell.

You can just call me an empty barrel.

......

Laurel, as a friend, a brother, your mentor and your Pastor, i have just this advice for you and do ensure you get back to me on it.

It may sound stupid but just do it. Go online and download ‘child of the world’ by Falz the bad guy. Listen to it repeatedly and get back to me.

Also, there is this very short video i want you to see. It will really help. Just click on the link (https://youtu.be/wmP7I7Qa-AU) and check it out.

If you can’t access it there, ask 08162867982 (on whatsapp) to send it to you. It is very imperative that you do those things and you get back to me.

Besides, we will see in camera because i will be coming around to your school next week Friday and i will use the opportunity to come discuss with you. Just ensure you have done those two things before my arrival.

Watch of for the unexpected Episode 5.

If you miss the forma ones, here you have it

Episode 1:
https://tumiministry.blogspot.com/2018/07/the-cost-episode-1.html

Episode2:
https://tumiministry.blogspot.com/2018/08/the-cost-episode-2.htmlhtml

Episode 3:
https://tumiministry.blogspot.com/2018/08/the-cost-episodes-3.html

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The cost Episodes 3

The cost of my unspoken words

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The cost of my spoken thought.

EPISODE 3

NOTE: I want to seek your consent as you read through this episode.
Link of Episode 1 & 2 are at the bottom of this piece.

The misery of the dark night

“Ehen, can we continue?” Baye demanded.

I would have listened. And you have always told me to remove that enticing wall paper in my room but I refused. Maybe it caused him to even demand in the first place. If he hasn’t asked for it twice, I wouldn’t think of asking him myself the third time. Maybe I was curious, maybe the pressure was too much. Maybe he uses charm on me. I don’t even know.

He couldn’t go that night because it was already late. Besides, we were told that there will be an ‘oro ritual’ as regards the recent demise of the king.

Although he insisted on going but I refused him because I was scared. I should have allowed him. I should have thought it through. I thought I was strong enough to sleep with a guy in the same room. I thought my experience as a relationship coach would guide me. I thought I had strong principles (sobbing incessantly). I should have even told you about it but I never did, why did it cost me this much? Why will this happen to me?

We came back home, I then changed my bed sheet and told him to excuse me for a moment for me to change into my night wear. Thereafter, I bounced on the bed through to the wall side and signalled for to him to come and sleep. Thank God my bed is of a big size. He came reluctantly so I decided to gear him up with some gist about my course of study.

Thereafter, we maintained silence for a moment and so I demanded that we sleep now. We shared the same blanket with our backs opposite each other.

 After studying my shadow for a moment, I dozed (she belched) off.

Then....

Within the dark night, when I was off this world dreaming about nothing, I felt something within me that I couldn’t explain, I thought it was a feeling from a dream until I regained consciousness. I felt a touch on my body, it was a consistent touch on the sensitive parts which sthtmlated my urge, my clitoris was activated, I couldn’t fathom my feelings. My legs were robbing against each other unconsciously. Then I felt a pinch on my breast, then a slight touch and then a shaped feeling around it; Then a squeeze that altered my body system. My legs were up unconsciously again with a slight robbing...

Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!. Holly what is happening? What is wrong with you? Why are you touching me? I shouted,

I am very sorry was all i heard from him in his fearful tone. His face looked like one that was caught stealing.

I adjusted to the wall a little and closed my eyes in fear.

But then....

 The same thing happened again and this time, I was fully awake. I couldn’t control it even when I didn't want it. He squeezed again with his two hands on my two breast this time  he wanted to lay on me-putting on a serious face,  I shouted ‘Holly stop it. Are you crazy? Don’t ever touch me again’. I was serious about it.

I left the bed and went ahead to my study table to sleep. He begged me again and I told him never to worry that I'll manage where I was till morning. But I couldn’t sleep yet again.
I don’t know; I was stimulated. All manner of thoughts kept troubling my heart. I can’t really explain how I felt but I made a conclusion to try it just once and that's  all.

The conversations of my friends who always discuss how they enjoy one guy who is an expert in intercourse kept coming. I remembered she told me that she screamed in pain and that she enjoyed it. I wonder how can someone enjoy what was painful. I wanted to understand what they are always discussing. I touched my breast for a while. I tried to press it myself maybe i can feel what they were feeling but i wasn’t feeling anything. Different thoughts was coming through. It was that day i believed that millions of thought wants attention per seconds. Bible verses that i had read were also seeking for my attention. Also, my promises, principles and advices i gave others kept coming too but i never gave them attention.

What was he doing when all these was going on in your mind? Baye asked
I don’t even know but he slept with his eyes raised up. I raised my head a little bit and looked straight to his side. My eyes went straight to his penis area. I could see the shape, i sensed it was experiencing ‘wear and tear or expansion and contraction’. Then i remembered the joking argument between Didi and Pelu that goes like this:
 ‘my guy’s tin is bigger than your own and that is why i like him more’.
...

I don’t know where that stupid courage came from.

 I should have silenced it but i couldn’t.

 I should have recited those bible verses but i didn’t.

I don’t know how, i kept feeling the form.

I thought i was King Kong

I could have told him not to come.

I should have seen it and ran.

The weak me made him shoot the gun.

“Let me call you back Laurel. Let’s talk at night dear. Don’t worry, you will be fine

Watch out for Episode 4!!!

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Episode 1:

https://tumiministry.blogspot.com/2018/07/the-cost-episode-1.html

Episode 2:

https://tumiministry.blogspot.com/2018/08/the-cost-episode-2.htmlhtml

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The cost Episode 2

The cost of my unspoken words

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The cost of my spoken thought!

EPISODE 2

Note: I will like to seek the consent of you before reading this.
Also, in case you haven't read episode 1, check the information at the bottom of this piece.



“Hello! Laurel can you hear me now? But you told me you can’t date HOLLY. Besides, how did it translate into pregnancy?” Baye asked.

“Baye, I don’t know how to explain and I hate myself right now. How on earth will I explain that I was the one that later demanded what I resisted Holly of, few minutes after he asked for it. Till now Baye, I keep on asking him for it almost every day since the last time.


I have tasted the oxymoron (the pain and the pleasure).

I tasted what i have always avoided.

 I have followed my feelings instead of my instinct.

I have joined them and i am no more distinct.

I am always pained and now i am addicted. Baye can’t you see?


“How? I don’t understand what you are saying; will you make it clear please?” Baye asked with all curiousity.


Is it not him, he kept calling me. The very first time he called was the day i had my longest call session. We started from exchanging pleasantries and moved on to a different topic. He was a nice talking machine that sustains conversations.


Less i forget, i remember he took me back to those days in secondary school when i used to get punished because of how I slim fit my uniform. Then, I had the intention to get all the attention to myself with my very short pinafore. He reminded me of Chidi my boyfriend during those days.

“Laurel let me confess that one Valentine’s Day at school; i was peeping through the window when I saw that it was only both of you in the class  at that time of the day. I don’t know if you remember when you asked Chidi to close his eyes and then you brought out a wrapped package from your Tom and Jerry bag and within me, I thought of the gift to be a perfume due to how small it was,  then you asked him to open his eyes  which he did. He then said wow and pecked your forehead. Do you remember?

Then his own part made my pintle erect. He brought out a fancy bag and I thought it was just ‘something lite’ until when you brought it out and it was a bra and a pant.”

“Holly, don’t tell me you saw the next part too” Laurel murmured

Of course i did. I remembered you said you loved the colour but i was shocked when he asked you test the stuff in front of him. I saw the shock on your face and I thought you wouldn't do it.

‘That guy is a sharp guy’ I concluded that day because of the way he lured you to actually do it. I remember he moved close to you and from where I was standing, i was already feeling what will happen next. He romanced you and before i knew it, i saw him pulling up your pinafore already. I saw your pink pants and believe me, I became high. To cut the long story short, I saw how you changed everything even when I couldn't see well, I tried as much as possible to see. My eyes almost cut through the window. Of course you know nobody in my state as at that time will want to miss that aspect. I was ready to watch you change back to the one you were on before but you didn’t and it pained me. I know you didn’t do that because you were scared he could touch your breast again just like he did the first time. Am i right?”

 Yes! Very right but Holly I don’t know how you still remember everything in detail till now. Imagine! What i thought was hidden was not at all.  Now I believe the Yoruba adage that says that ‘Walls have ears’ and that ‘nothing in the face of the earth will be hidden forever’.

 But then, what happened to me during that time was that I was actually desperate to hear the word ‘I love you’ which my parents and siblings refused to say to me. I thought it was just words between lovers and I longed to hear one. In fact, that was my reason for my short school uniform, my ‘shakara’ and all I did then but now, I am different.

With my understanding now, I believe love is something that should be shown to all and the word ‘love’ should not look too special. I have promised myself to teach my children this lesson and always tell them that I love them. Although, I still have the mentality of feeling somehow emotional with the ‘I love you’ something is coming from a guy but I am practicing to learn how to make it common. So I have cultivated the habit of saying it to my male friends even with my emotional tone.

“Yeeeeees! Holly, let’s talk later because I need to attend to my course mate. By the way, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH” Laurel horridly said.

“Calling you for what again?” Baye asked.

 He was calling for my reply to his proposal but I am always avoiding that question.

Then one day he decided to come say hi to me at home. He came at around 9pm or thereabout. We spent about two hours jesting about our lives in secondary school and when it was time for him to go, I escorted him to the end of my street that’s when....”

“But wait ooo Laurel. Do you mean all these happened after he gave his life to Christ?... Hello! Let me call you back, my plantain is burning...”

 Baye dropped the call and zoomed to the kitchen but lo and behold, the plantain was still as intact as when he sliced it-the gas cooker is demanding for gas which was too late as at that time of the night."

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