Chika Jonah Writes

Category: Inspiration

  • Laugh through the fights

    The sound of the door banged so hard
    Left him with more guilt than ever
    Leaving behind the sad tears he heard
    That questioned the promises of forever.

    Those steps brought him back to reality
    Her enchanting face still hardened
    Only to prove it was just a fantasy
    Her never returned smile got him frightened
    Something was missing, her laughter.

    Sharing the same meal didn’t measure up
    Her perfect body beside him made it worse
    Sounds of her working fingers ate him up
    Her scent in his nostrils made it coarse.

    A hundred roses left the door still closed
    A thousand words was left her unshaken
    A million calls to say sorry got locked
    A trillion text of apologies left it broken.

    Memories of the past brought emotions
    A reminder of what they’ve been through
    Pictures of the events and traditions
    The trick was a lifetime of shared moments.

    The sound of her laughter filled the room
    Like a breath of fresh air bringing relief
    Anger disappears, swept by the broom
    With hands held together at a new belief.

    To laugh through it all
    Her laughter was all he needed

  • A sweet box of lies and despair

    Guys I’m so overwhelmed by your responses on the last post on fears. And I’m particularly happy that each day we are taking baby steps in overcoming those fears.

    First off today’s post is coming from a place of sadness. In fact sadness is an understatement. Anger is the word because what i found out made me so vexed in my spirit that i couldn’t stop my self from talking about it, to blow off some steam or find a solution to this impending problem.

    Yesterday i was having a conversation with some friends and we talked about a number of things when my friend told us something shocking and unexpected.

    “Chika”

    “Yes”

    “You remember that cleaning lady that has been working as a cleaner in that two story building office plaza?” She asked.

    “That endowed woman?”

    “Exactly, you remember.” She said, remembering her lovely shape.

    “You know her monthly salary is fifteen thousand?”

    “Yes i know. I really wish her salary would be increased”. I said wistfully.

    “Anyways, the gist is that, last week she came running to me with pure shock on her face with tears. I became so scared that i didn’t want to hear what she had to say because i thought maybe she would say someone died. But i still stayed to listen to what she had to say. Chika the next thing she said drove me mad.” She said with a look of annoyance.

    “Tell me.” I replied without wasting time.

    “She told me that her husband took her credit card without her knowledge, went to the ATM and wiped her account. He withdrew all her savings, a total of one hundred and fifty thousand naira. Money she had been saving for almost two years” She said finally.

    “What!” I shouted in shock. It was so unexpected. “Jeez! Is he mad? What did he use the money for? I asked angrily hoping that maybe…just maybe he invested it or something close to that.

    “That’s the annoying part Chika. She said the foolish man didn’t come back that day and came home the next day with one carton of noodles, and a bunch of plantain”. She laughed out loud.

    “Are you kidding me”, i laughed so hard that i laughed to the point of no return. “He is a psychopath and…

    * * *

    The truth is i had a lot of cuss word for that man. I mean i couldn’t imagine what that woman must be going through. And how i would react if i was the one in her shoes.

    Firstly, you’re (the man) not doing anything for the family as a husband should, then the only thing you could do was drain my account because i was foolish enough to tell you my credit card pin.

    Secondly , you spent my hard earned money on something meaningless with no regards to my feelings and no respect for me as a person. It was a dreadful thing to do.

    I put my self in her shoes and thought of what i would do to him.

    I thought of handing him over to the police so they could torture him for two days while i watched.

    I thought of shredding all his cloths and belongings to pieces.

    I thought that if that would happen then he would have to leave me for good.

    My friend thought of giving him sleeping pills and when he has dozed off, she’ll tie him up and give him the most painful beating of his life.

    (laughs) all this sounds hilarious but its not funny at all. And the sad truth is that he is not her husband, he never engaged her nor did he marry her. They are not husband and wife.

    So why then is she still in such a toxic relationship? I don’t know if its because she has three children with him. A question no one knows the answer to. A question only her can answer.

    “That you have children with a man doesn’t mean that man is meant to be your husband”

    I still say that the problem and the solution lies in the hands of we women. We have a choice to settle for the best or settle for second best. If you don’t see the best that you deserve why stay?. If you cant endure why stay? If you cant dare to take action why stay? If you cant find the key to your man, why stay? If you cant find out what works best for you both, why stay?

    I’ve been an independent woman for a long time, in fact i had a dad who trained me to me independent. And i value friendship. Up until yesterday i used to say; i will marry a man that has unending passion for God, loves me, and respect me as the woman in his life. A smart and hardworking man that even if he is not rich, can have enough to take care of me. But now after seeing and hearing what just happened to this lady.

    I change my mind. Oh Yes! I change my mind

    I want a stinking rich man. I want a wealthy man. I refuse a man who lies on a bed of laziness. I want a millionaire , millionaire is not enough. A billionaire. I want the smartest, realest and coolest dude. This is what I’ve been screaming ever since yesterday. And i wont settle for less.

    Lets call forth those things we want and they would be ours.

    Sorry for the fowl words on this post, i just couldn’t stop them from flowing as i pour out my emotions and feelings.

    Leave a comment by telling me if its right to tell your partner everything about you including your bank details. And what advice do you have for this lady.

    *Happy reading*

  • The Answer to the question of fear

    She woke me up that morning with the question “Chika why are you so fearless?”

    I smiled thinking of how bold i was always speaking out my mind anywhere anytime and to anybody. How bold i was being independent. How bold i was even when lonely.

    “Dear, I’m sorry i thought i was fearless but now i realize I’m not so fearless as you think”. I replied.

    “Don’t say that Chiq, I know you”. She said softly.

    “I know you did but so did i. I thought i knew myself so well but now i know nothing. I thought i wasn’t scared of anything. But I’m scared of snakes, i cant watch a movie that has a snake scene in it. I’m scared of doing things for myself so I’ll rather do for others. I’m scared of spending money on myself so I’ll rather spend it on others. I’m scared of rejection so i break up with my boyfriends after every three months. Do you want me to go on and on?” I breathed heavily.

    “No! Its okay. Just relax Chika. I’m sorry. I’ll drop it for now but nothing can change how strong and bold you are no matter how long your list of fears may be. Remember that”. She said as a matter of fact. “Let me give you some space. Ill be back”. She walked out.

    Ever noticed that our dreams are always planned in our head. How we want our date to go? How we want the weekend to play out? How we want the holidays to be well spent? How we want to do this for this and that? We plan that perfect picture in our head. We strategize in our head. We kick start in our head. We even visualize our victory, achievement and triumph in our head. We visualize the smile, the handshake also in our head. All in our head but not in reality.

    When the time comes to put them down fear creeps in , it clouds all the victory we’ve already ascertain in our mind. We halt. We stop. We shake. We fidget.

    What has really helped me conquer this is what i learnt recently “Fear is a risk and being fearless is also a risk” but what risk are you willing to take?

    I decided ill take the risk of conquering fear and grabbing the victory that fear had denied me for so long than bowing down to fear and living with regrets for the rest of my life.

    When fear tries stopping you from doing that which you want to do, that is the right time to do it. When fear says ‘wait’, starting immediately should be the next course of action. When fear says ‘don’t do it’ don’t hesitate, just simply do it.

    So yesterday i watched THE NOTEBOOK Hindi movie (its a must watch movie of 2019. Check it out guys its great) and when the snake came to attack the children at school i held still, opened my eyes widely, with my hands shaking and watched every bit of it. I screamed so loudly, Whoop! I did it. I was so proud of myself that i had to pat my self on the shoulder ( you guys won’t understand i wished i did that earlier i wouldn’t have missed the snake scene at ‘witches of the east end TV series). It was a great accomplishment for me. And I’m glad i conquered one fear yesterday. So don’t hesitate. Just do it.

    So what are your fears? And how do you plan on conquering them?

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