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Twenty years on: Three love stories from Rwanda

...culled from Haaretz - Rwanda


In April 1994, the Rwandan genocide left an estimated 800,000 dead, most of them ethnic Tutsis. Haaretz hears the remarkable stories of three couples who have reconciled themselves with past horrors and found love and some form of redemption.


A memorial to the Rwandan genocide


Twenty years ago, in the small, landlocked, east-central African country of Rwanda, members of the Hutu ethnic group turned on their neighbors, friends and family of the ethnic Tutsi group and began slaughtering them. Starting in early April of 1994, and during the course of the next 100 rainy days, an estimated 800,000 Tutsis and their moderate Hutu sympathizers were murdered.
But these are not stories recounting that genocide. These are love stories – tales of men and women, like men and women the world over, who find someone with whom to share a first kiss. These are couples with dreams and disappointments, good moments and bad.
That said, these couples, forced to live out their relationships in a time of unimaginable horror, do end up telling a story about the genocide after all. It's a story we don't often hear – one of resilience and redemption. One about picking up the pieces, forgetting, if only a little, and forgiving themselves and each other, as much as might be possible, and moving on.  
1. AGUTSINE AND CHRISTINE
Agutsine Nkurikiyinka was a broken man when he was released from jail. His wife had died of malaria. His two daughters, after a decade apart from their father, barely knew him. He had lost his job and home, and been reduced, so he felt, to nothing less than a perpetrator of genocide.
As many as two million people, practically all from the Hutu ethnic group, are believed to have participated in one way or another in the genocide that occurred in Rwanda in the rainy spring season of 1994, leaving 800,000 of their neighbors, friends and family – the vast majority of them Tutsi – dead.
Just before the genocide began, Agutsine – a mild-mannered son of Hutu farmers in Kimironko – had found a new job he was excited about: Working for the agriculture ministry, as a guard on a forest conservation project. On April 7, 1994, the day after President JuvĂ©nal Habyarimana’s airplane was shot down on its descent into the capital, Kigali, he set out to erect a roadblock.

A woman on the run
A thin woman with cropped hair, Christine Bamurange grew up working in her parents’ beer and soft drinks kiosk. The last of eight children, she was the one pulled from school when her parents’ business started doing badly, so she never learned how to read or write. She was married off young – to her neighbor Sylvester, a fellow Tutsi, who, after producing three children with her, left for the Ugandan border to fight with the Rwandan Patriotic Front.

'Never Knew Such Men Existed Till I Had A Personal Experience With My Husband'



~The Guardian

I was 21 years of age when I gained admission into the university in the Western region of Nigeria. Before then was when I met this man I am married to now. He has, if not all, the best quality any good man would have: God- fearing, intelligent, handsome to mention but a few. Even with the little he had he made sure he shared them with me. After he graduated and served, he got a job and further trained me in the university. He proposed to me in my second year and we finally got married in my final year in school.

The devil played his part during this period. There was this guy I was seeing. At first, I only took him as a friend. Along the line, he said he wouldn't mind being a fling and the result was that I got pregnant for this guy even though I just got married. I was so confused that I didn't know what to do, and I couldn't tell anybody, even my friend, because I could not just trust anybody. And terminating it would not be an option. I had to tell my husband I was pregnant for him even though I knew I was committing a very big sin.

After escaping Boko Haram, Chibok girls adjust to new life in America

Culled from Cosmopolitan

After escaping Boko Haram, Chibok girls adjust to new life in America
Grace slept through the sounds of gunfire in the night. Exhausted from final exams at her boarding school in Nigeria, she awoke when her roommate Mary prodded her, "Get up!"
Suddenly, the girls saw a gang of men spreading across the school grounds. "They said they were soldiers. They said they were there to protect us," Grace says. "They told us all to stay together."

Terrified, the girls did as they were told. The men made their way to the pantry, grabbing all the food. Then they headed for the administrative office. On the way, they began shouting, "Allahu akbar! Allahu akbar!" It means "God is great" in Arabic. They lit the office on fire.
"We realized they were impostors," Grace says. "They were not there to help us." But it was too late to run. The girls were forced into trucks at gunpoint. Grace sat with Mary as their vehicle roared off into the dawn. As the school burned in their wake, lighting the sky, Grace thought: "These men are going to kill us."

It's so easy to fall for your best friend's ex!


Written by Candida - Nigeria

When Amarachi's childhood friend, Theresa continued to regale her with the escapades of Chuka, her boyfriend of five years, her instant reaction was for Theresa to dump him. "As far as I knew them, it was the logical solution", Amarachi said. "But would Theresa listen? No! `I love him', she wailed whenever Chuka behaved badly. Once, he'd gone for a friend's wedding in another state and didn't come back until a week later! Then worst of all, he'd forgotten her birthday.

"But I was always there for my friend, Kleenex at the ready, through every crisis. `Why don't you bin the loser?' I always urged her. `He's not good enough for you'. It might be a bit harsh but if my 28 years had thought me anything, it was that men just weren't worth the tissue. Practically every man I'd dated had either cheated on me or dumped me.

My last boyfriend had told me his company had transferred him to a neighbouring country only for me to see him a month later at the cold storage of a supermarket with anew girl in tow! Since then, I'd washed my hands off men.

"That was close to a year without sex - and it was a killer. But my piece of mind was more than a consolation. It wasn't long that Theresa called, crying it was over between her and Chuka the swine. I rushed over to her place and we called him every name we could over a bottle of wine. When I later ran into him at a party and he walked over to where I was, a sickly smile on his face, I told him to get lost. He looked embarrassed. `There are two sides to every story', he said.

She used her friend's teenage son as her sex toy!

Written By Bunmi Sofola - Nigeria

Nkechi, a divorced mother of three boys was at work when Benson, her partner rang her mobile. "I need to talk to you urgently", he said. "What for?" joked Nkechi, "can't wait till we both get home?" "This is serious darling," Benson said, "I don't want you to hear this from any of the boys.

Last night, when Christabel stayed over at the guest room she had sex with Chris". "You've got to be joking", Nkechi gasped. Chris was her eldest, and only 17, and her friend from college was 42, also divorced.
Nkechi went on: "Benson explained that while both of us were asleep, Christabel had encouraged Chris and his 15-year old brother to have some beer with her. When Benson got up to use the loo, he said he heard moaning noises coming from the guest room where Christabel was supposed to be sleeping. He'd peeped to find her in bed with my son. As soon as she saw Ben, she acted shocked and spluttered she couldn't believe she had a 17-year-old lad in her bed!

Ethiopian Folktales

THE FOOLISH HUSBAND AND THE CLEVER WIFE 
Narrated by Ayelew Haile 
Opening phrase
Tocho tocho tanoret
Andreshoro kefela
Gahse butuna kela
Teret teret.
(Let us laugh.

Let the new garment suit you.)
Imahoy Zewditu Wudineh
Imahoy Zewditu Wudineh

Once there lived a husband and wife in a certain village. The man was very foolish and the woman was clever (which is very usual in our society!). So every week, she would go to the market to buy everything they needed for the home, while the husband stayed at home looking after the children, the domestic animals and the garden.
One day she met a young, handsome man. They became lovers and met every week. She was very much in love with him and she wanted to meet him all the time and felt very passionate. She wanted to stay long with him. She made plans every day as to how she could meet him often.
One day she said to him, “I’m not happy with this, I miss you because I see you only once a week. I’m not satisfied. Why can’t we spend a night together?”
He says, “No, this is impossible. Of course I feel passionate about you too, but you are married and so we can’t do it.”
She said, “I can make a plan for that. You will shave off your beard, wear a woman’s dress and put a veil on your head and I will tell him I’ve met my sister whom I haven’t seen for twenty years. Then I will introduce you to my husband. You will sleep in the other room and I will tell him that I am going to sleep with my sister because I haven’t seen her for so long.”
Her lover agreed and he went with her, wearing a skirt and everything was accomplished as she had planned.
So they went home and she said to her husband, “Here is my sister who I haven’t seen since before I married you twenty years ago, and God knows how lucky it is I met her in the market so suddenly. So He is to be praised. And I brought her here to introduce her to you.”
So they kissed each other. After a while she told him that her sister was so shy she would stay in the other room until she became more familiar with the family.
The husband had bought a good sheep.
The woman said, “There is no one I love more than my sister, so let us slaughter it (in the culture it is very important for a woman to feed her lover)."

POSITIVE AND NEGATIVE THINKING

Written by Funmi Ajumobi - Vanguard, Nigeria.

Some time ago, there was a trader named Sripad. He amassed a huge wealth through hard work. He had everything in his house. One day, he set out on business journey. When he was passing through a forest, he felt tired and wanted to take rest for some time. He sat under a tree to relax.

While relaxing, he felt thirsty and desired for a glass of water. He said, ‘How I wish I had some water with which I could quench my thirst right now!’ There was a miracle. No sooner did he wish for water than a pitcher appeared before him. He quenched his thirst and felt relieved.

After some time, he felt hungry and wished for food. He said to himself, ‘If a plate of tasty food be available to me now, I would be really lucky.’ As soon as he thought of it, there appeared a plate of tasty food before him. He ate to his satisfaction. Too much of food made him drowsy and he murmured, ‘How can I sleep on this rough surface?

Why shouldn’t there be a soft bed for me?’ As he uttered these words, a colourful and comfortable bed of velvet appeared before him immediately. Sripad slept on the bed. He felt as if he was in heaven as all his desires were being fulfilled immediately. He was quite unaware that he was sleeping under a tree which could fulfil any desire.

It was not an ordinary tree but a tree thought to have powers to fulfil any desire. Sripad enjoyed a good sleep on the velvet bed. After he awoke, he began to think, ‘I am all alone in the forest which is full of wild animals like lions, tigers and wolves who may come at any moment and can kill me. I would not be able to protect myself.’

As he thought so, a ferocious tiger appeared there and attacked Sripad. Poor Sripad was so scared that he could not even run. Thus, he was killed because of his negative thinking. LESSON: It is said that a man is always led by his thought. If you think positive, it will lead to positive results. If it is negative thoughts, you will get negative result too. So, be positive in your thinking that you are a success and you will.

Help! My mother is denying me!

Written by Yetunde Arebi - Vanguard, Nigeria.
I have no parents. I mean, I do not know my father or mother. I was not adopted by anyone so, sometimes, I feel like I just dropped from heaven. I always feel lost and alone, even though I am now married and my husband tries to console me and makes me feel wanted all the time.
As I child, it took a while for me to know that I had no father like the other children. I lived with my mother with a few other people in the house. She was a rich business woman and it took a while for me to realise that the other girls who were older than me were not her children.This was because of the frequency with which these people came and left our house. They all came to work for her or learn to trade, so they always left after a while.
A few people called my mother by my name, Mama Nkem, but most of the people, especially family members called her by other names. I learnt that my mother had four other children who were much older than me and lived abroad.They have all returned to Nigeria now.
My mother used to travel very often too. Most times, she went for her businesses and also to see my brothers and sisters. They too used to come home once a while but we were never close. it was as if they resented me for a reason which was not clear to me at the time. I used to think it was because of the wide age difference between us. My mother too never related well with me. It obvious that I was a problem to her and she never liked me. She did not treat me differently from the other people that worked with her. She would rain abuses and curses on everyone and I was not spared. Her favourite abuse for me was eyen anana ete (bastards) and that I will never do well in life and would die in the forest. And she would beat me for every little thing.
I did not like her and sometimes wondered if truly she was my mother. However, over time, I began to discover things that gave me great concern. I would wonder why I had a different name from my other siblings and why they too also have different names. For instance, the first two children bear the same name while the third and fourth have different names.
When you add my own name, it meant that my mother had children by four different men.
This added to my resentment of her person and would always wonder why she would continue to blame me for her own mistakes.However, I eventually discovered that my name was actually my mother’s maiden name. This meant that I did not have a father and it bothered me to no end, especially since she always called me a bastards and treated me like one of her helps. I think it was at this point that I started thinking about my identity and who my father was. But I did not have the courage to ask my mother for fear of what her reaction would be.

Can women truly negotiate sex?

Written by Yetunde Arebi - Nigeria

The callous and unscrupulous behavior of Mr. Bayo Senayon knew no bounds. As Manager, Human Resources and Administration of a big manufacturing company, his notoriety brought the department to disrepute so much that almost all workers, at least those who had not been caught by his tentacles, held his person and office in disdain and tried as much as possible to stay out of his way. This was because he had the ears of top management, such that several reports against his conducts were flung into the waste basket.

At the peak of his ignoble reign, he was responsible for the mass employment of his tribes men as well as several young girls, many of them, young school leavers and OND certificate holders who had found their way to Lagos in search of the proverbial green grass. However, his preference was not out of love for his kinsmen but for the fact that he found in them, desperate and willing preys, many of whom would danced to his tune. For Bayo was alleged of extortion, offering them the meager jobs at a commission. A certain percentage of their salaries would be given to him for a certain number of months before they could be free to enjoy the fruits of their labor.

For the young girls however, the stakes were higher. One of the many infamous stories had it that during an interview for the opening of the post of a secretary, two young ladies were shortlisted and called to his office for briefing at the end of the exercise. He was alleged to have told the two ladies that though they were qualified for the job, the company had only one vacancy. It was therefore up to them to decide who would be the lucky one to clinch the coveted position. Since he reserved the prerogative to give the job to whomever he chose, all they had to do was please him by sharing his bed. The willing one should indicate interest by going to wait for him at the bus stop. As he’d suspected, one waited and the other went away with her dignity intact. Unable to comprehend how such injustice would go on unchecked, she allegedly made another visit to the factory and reported to one of the top managers. And though no disciplinary action was taken against the HM manager, the lady was offered a job for all her trouble. Ironically, this other lady would finally succumb to pressure from her supposed saviour after comfortably settling down at her desk. For these two women, it was a case of no victor, no vanquished, even as the senior manager could not call Bayo, the HM manager to order as he was guilty of the same offense, perhaps, only in a more decent manner.

ARE THE MEN STILL CLAPPING?

11 people were hanging on a rope under a helicopter. There were 10 men and a woman. The rope was not strong enough to carry them all. So they decided that one of them had to leave, otherwise they were all going to fall. They were not able to agree on who that person would be. Until the woman among them gave a touching speech. She said that she would voluntarily let go of the rope because as a woman, she was used to giving up everything for her husband and kids or for men in general. She said she was used to always making sacrifices and getting little or nothing in return. As soon as she finished her speech, all the men started clapping...

All the men, of course, dropped to their untimely deaths and she flew away alone in the chopper. Well, what can a woman do?

That is the power of a woman, the brand only smart men recognize and acknowledge. If there had been at least one of those 10 excitable men who could see beyond that woman's 'moving' speech, he would be alive today. But don't we all know that men don't do much thinking when they see women they want?

In my mind's eyes, I could see the woman in that joke wearing a very short skirt, no bra and a top with a plunging neckline. How do you reason with a man drooling over ample cleavage? If you scream 'Praise the Lord', he won't shout Halleluyah because he is far away in la-la land. The woman in that joke, I'm sure, also had smooth skin, probably fair skin. All 10 men simply threw their thinking caps in the air or how else do you explain why they all forgot that they did not have third hands and that once they started clapping they were going to drop to their deaths?

Wise men marry many wives

Written by Uzor Uzoatu - Nigeria
A social commentator.

A very wise man died in Benue State not so long ago. But before I tell the details of his death, I need to state that through the man's life it has been revealed to me exclusively that the lack of wisdom in the world of today is because men marry only one wife. You can quote me on that.

Even as Islam allows men to marry up to four wives you still see a good number of my Muslim brothers sticking to the one-man-one-wife maxim. You only need to delve into the The Bible to discover that the wisest man of all time, King Solomon, had 700 wives and 300 concubines.

Without the help of a calculator I have added them all up to know that Solomon had one thousand women to service and nourish his wisdom.
That is cool by me. How can a very lonely man in the vice grip of only one wife challenge the lavish wisdom of King Solomon?

Sex abuse: Victims recount ordeals at homes, schools and offices

Written by Chioma Gabriel - Nigeria
Stella Maris was sixteen years when she got admission into the University to study Economics. She was a very brilliant student and made the best WAEC result in the secondary school she attended.
A day before she moved into the University campus, her father took her on a shopping spree and she had fun purchasing all she ever wanted and even those things she never dreamt she could have. Her father spent a fortune on her and she went home a happy girl in preparation for moving into the campus the next day.
*The victim on her matriculation day
*The victim on her matriculation day
But something strange happened to her that night. Someone crept into her room and forcefully had carnal knowledge of her. She woke up and saw blood stains on her sheets and rivulets of semen on her thighs. She didn’t understand it because her father was the only male at home as her male siblings were all schooling abroad. She confided in her mother the next morning and although she looked shocked, she dismissed Stella’s story as the figment of her imagination and told her not to discuss it with another person.
She moved into the campus the next day and focused on her education. But during lectures one day, she felt very sick and fainted and was taken to the medical centre. Her parents were called after a test conducted on her revealed she was pregnant. It was her father that drove to the campus and picked her.
But he didn’t take her home immediately. He drove her to a hospital where he had her pregnancy terminated.
Within a short while, it dawned on Stella Maris that the culprit was her father. She confided in her mother who dismissed her allegations as arrant nonsense and warned her to be very careful.
But during her long holiday and she was home, the attack became frequent to the point that she demanded her true paternity from her mother. Embarrassed by the whole scenario, her mother warned her again to be careful. Eventually, Stella Maris had cause to leave the house and come to Lagos and seek refuge in a shelter belonging to a non-governmental organisation. Her mother made several trips to the NGO to try to explain the predicament but Stella Maris remained there for months and eventually had to quit school.

What people do in the name of God

Written By Chidi Nkwopara, Owerri, Laju Arenyeka, Osa AMADI - Vanguard Nigeria

Stella Nnedum craved for all good things including good health for her fiance, Michael (surname withheld).
She wanted him to know that she cared for him. She also didn’t want anything to stand in their way to the altar and so she worked to make him strong and unwavering. But she feared that if Michael adhered to the advice of some people around him he could change his mind about their marriage. And one way to get things done was to lure him to a seer, a prophetess of some sort who would guide them and probably make sure he ignored all distractions that could threaten their planned marriage.
Michael did not believe in seers. He did not even believe in witchcraft, fetish or any voodoo phenomenon.

It was difficult to convince him to follow her to a seer. But like it was in the beginning of time with Adam and Eve, Stella succeeded in luring Michael to the seer in Olodi Apapa Area of Lagos.
"Some people would be against their marriage and they would work for it not to happen," the seer told them, warning that something bad could happen to them if they did not start praying immediately as some people were already after them. The seer also told them that only prayers could see them surmount the forces against their marriage. She even said that they were not meant for each other but prayers could change everything "as there’s nothing God cannot do".

And for the back pane that Michael was having at the time, the seer told them that it was the handiwork of his people from the village and that he needed to come regularly for prayers to be healed. Michael and Stella left and promised to return for prayers.
Did the seer succeed in creating fears into this couple so that they could always visit and sow seed during prayers?

If Stella fell for it, Michael did not.
When they got home, Michael bared his mind to Stella: "I did not give any background to the seer on my back pain and she goofed big time. My back pain is as a result of an old sports injury that comes and goes from time to time. And here was somebody telling me that my people in the village were sending pains to me? And all the story about the forces against the marriage is for us to be coming regularly for prayers after which one must make offertory. This is how these people operate. They live by creating fear into people, prophesying falsely and reaping victims off"

How Lola brought charm from Ijebu to Nnewi

Written by Azuka Onwuka
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When Emeka broke the news to his parents that he planned to marry a Yoruba lady, they told him that he was a joker. That would never happen, they said flatly. Was there a scarcity of nubile damsels in Nnewi and its environs or in Anambra State and the entire Igboland that their son would travel across many rivers and many states to marry a Yoruba girl from Ijebu-Ode? Or, had the girl bewitched Emeka with "otumokpo" from Ijebu-Ode? She would not succeed, they concluded. Never!

Weeks after that, nothing was heard about the issue again. They assumed that the case had been closed. Emeka had come to his senses, they concluded. But had he?

Two months later, like a bad dream, Emeka brought up the issue of this Ijebu girl again! This time, his tone was firm. Despite the threats of the parents, he was not cowed. He was resolute to the point of obstinacy. Even the tears of his mother did not move him. His parents concluded their son was indeed under a spell.

When it became obvious, after many months of dialogue, pressure, threats, pleas, tears and quarrels that Emeka was hell-bent on marrying Lola, his parents grudgingly gave their consent, but the father warned that nobody should run to him if the marriage went awry. The father also refused to accompany him to Ijebu-Ode for the marriage rites, saying that as an elder, it was a taboo for him to travel far away from home. It did not matter that a few months before the marriage rites, he had travelled through Ijebu-Ode on his way to Lagos.
Not only his parents were against the marriage: Out of Emeka's three brothers and two sisters, only his younger sister was on his side. But Emeka overlooked all that and went ahead with the marriage.

When Lola came into the family, it was obvious that she was not welcomed. She was just being tolerated. Matters were not helped by the fact that Emeka had recently relocated his architecture business from Lagos to Nnewi, to take advantage of the burgeoning building industry in the town. And even though he had built his own house, it was within the same compound where his parents lived. It was a large compound: All the four sons had their portions of land within the compound, even though two of them were not based at home.
Another handicap Lola had was language: Igbo was the language of the family, but Lola spoke only English and Yoruba. So, Lola began forcing herself to speak Igbo. Any time she uttered an Igbo word or sentence, people would laugh. But her determination and sense of humour impressed everyone. She also did something that nobody around her did: she curtsied or knelt down when greeting elders, especially her husband's parents, no matter how hard they protested against such acts. That act and her accent marked her out as a Yoruba, which made people treat her like an egg and call her "Iyawo."

'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on
vacation...

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band -he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with
descriptive words.

BOILED SEED NEVER SPROUTS

An ageing king woke up one day to the realization that should he drop dead, there would be no male in the royal family to take his place. 

He was the last male in the royal family in a culture where only a male could succeed to the throne - and he was ageing.

He decided that if he could not give birth to a male, he would adopt a son who then could take his place but he  insisted that such an adopted son must be extraordinary in every sense of the word.

So he launched a competition in his kingdom, open to all boys, no matter what their background. Ten boys made it to the very top. There was little to separate these boys in terms of intelligence and physical attributes and capabilities.

The king said to them, 'I have one last test and whoever comes top will become my adopted son and heir to my throne.' Then he said, 'This kingdom depends solely on agriculture. So the king must know how to cultivate plants. So here is a seed of corn for each of you.  'Take it home and plant and nurture it for three weeks. At the end of three weeks, we shall see who has done the best job of cultivating the seed.  That person will be my heir-apparent ' .

My twin snatched my boyfriend

 Written by Anna Okon

Maryjane and Annette were two peas in a pod. The twins were identical in every way. Aside from their mother, it was very difficult for other people, including friends, to identify one from the other.

Maryjane and Annette took advantage of this feature and got away with numerous pranks. Their mother, Arden, had enrolled them in the same secondary school but an incident made her separate them. One day, Annette was caught when she tried to impersonate and write an impromptu test for Maryjane! Her sister had broken the hostel rules and gone for a friend's birthday party in a neighbouring city. Unknown to her, the mathematics teacher organised an impromptu test at the end of the class. When she got wind of the test, Annette quickly sneaked into the class when she taught the teacher was not watching. At the end of the exercise, the teacher informed her that he was aware of what she had done.
The matter was brought to the notice of the principal, who immediately summoned their mother. The principal threatened to expel Annette and gave their mother an ultimatum- she either withdrew Annette from the school or have the twins expelled. As a result, the girls were separated from each other for the first time since birth.

Maryjane could not face being separated from Annette. She wept bitterly and fell ill. Annette assured her that they would always visit each other in school. Their mother ensured that Annette was enrolled in a nearby school.
The incident sobered Maryjane and she became more serious with her studies. She never played pranks in school again. Her sister visited her whenever she had time between classes and they hung out at the school cafeteria together. At the end of the school year, Maryjane emerged top of her class. Annette also took top position in her class.

That year, their mother took them on a summer vacation abroad. Although she had raised them as a single mother, Arden took great pride in the way her twins turned out. She was not ashamed of the fact that they were a product of a casual fling with a visiting diplomat from the Caribbean Island.
The man, Peter Thompson, was married and Elizabeth did not think it would be proper to break another woman's home since he only spent one month in Nigeria on official duty.
When the children sought to know about their father, she came up with this explanation: "Your father was a visiting sailor. Unfortunately, by the time you were born, I lost touch with him.'' Since then, however, Maryjane and Annette had secretly tried to locate their father. They gathered data, asked questions and looked up every Peter Thompson in phone books and other records. Their mother had no idea that they were looking for their father.

Fiction: Surrogate mum wants baby back

Written by Anna Okon

Rita is a very beautiful lady. As a 15-year-old, she won a local beauty pageant and talent hunt that was organised by an international organisation to scout local girls for a global magazine cover.

At that age, it was not possible for her to explore the opportunity she had to take up modelling as a career. Her father would not have any of it because he wanted her to study engineering or any medical course. To him, modelling was not a job for any serious-minded young lady.

But he died when she turned 20. Then, she was in her second year in the university. Two years before his death, he had lost everything when the government seized his assets and placed him on house arrest due to a fraud perpetrated in his office. Soon after his death, the bank claimed their house and Rita and her mother had nowhere to go and no one to turn to.
Rita was fortunate. She had good friends and coupled with her beauty and youth, she was able to gain a lot of favour with different people who supported her university education.
She gained employment in an offshore oil servicing company and her family's fortune immediately turned around. She was able to pick up a suitable accommodation and a car for her mother and herself.

By the time she turned 30, she was beautiful, rich but she could not find any man suitable enough for her status and beauty. The men she fell for turned out to be gold diggers and people who were more comfortable with having her as girlfriend than as a wife.
One man who was sincere and desired to marry her was her former school mate, Linus. But Linus worked as a clerk in the civil service and had an annual salary of N600, 000. He could hardly afford good clothes. The few times he had accompanied Rita to one of her high profile hangouts, her acquaintances had mistaken him for one of the labourers working on the premises!
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