Chika Jonah Writes

Category: Stories

  • 35 years old and still young and foolish

    Bella was so excited, she couldn’t believe her luck, the hottest boy in the area found her sexy and even told her so. Afterward, things got a little steamy between them and they did it. Yes! They did it. She was so ecstatic and it kept going on until now.
    She was sobbing uncontrollably as her parents looked disappointed.

    “Why did you do this Bella? Why?”. They shook their head in bitter shock.

    ” I’m s…o…rr…y mom. I didn’t know this would happen. I was young and foolish”. She cried.

    Bella was now a pregnant fifteen-year-old Nigerian. Big deal right? Blame it on being “young and foolish”.

    Ben always came home wasted each night. He wanted to be the coolest guy and was always showing off. This time he was headstrong about going to the party. No one wanted to go through the stress of stopping him, as long as he came back on time, which he never did. This time while drinking and partying, he unintentionally spilled drinks on another boy and ruined his cloth.

    ” How dare you”. The boy said angrily and pushed Ben on the chest. Ben didn’t say sorry nor give an apology. He was simply too proud to do so. Instead he pushed the guy back and before we knew it a fight broke out.
    In seconds fists were flying everywhere, punches were thrown, necks were strangled, bottles we’re broken on people’s head and blood became evident.

    The sound of the siren brought everyone back to reality and ten minutes later Ben was in a prison cell.

    The other boy was in the hospital battling with a head injury thanks to Ben.

    “Look at the kind of mess you’ve caused”, His parents scolded at the station, “Now a young boy is fighting for his life”. They looked away too ashamed to look at their son.

    ” I’m sorry dad. I didn’t know things would go out of hand. I guess I was been young and foolish”. He said sadly

    As usual he blames it on being young and foolish. Luckily for him the other boy survived but now he had a record.

    AFTER TWENTY YEARS

    Uncle now that you are grown up, are you still grabbing girls’ ass because you think you can do anything you feel like doing?

    Or still, coming to woo her with that your alcohol smelling mouth just because you know you have a handsome face and some change in your pocket?

    Maybe you’re still carrying your shoulder upper than the God who created you.

    And you aunty, are you still allowing those your so-called friends to dictate your life. Even when their company is only ruining your life.

    Or I guess you’re still using a huge chunk of your finances on the best dress, makeup, hair, etc, and nothing for your family and future.

    Maybe you are also belittling that your neighbor just because you think he is nothing and you’re the mother of dragons.

    You’re still insulting and disrespecting anyone that does even a little thing to you like matching your toe.

    You may hate hearing this, but you were young and foolish but now you’re old and stupid.

    Still making the same poor choices you made then.

    It saddens me to see young men and women finding it difficult to be the adult they claim to be.

    Which is another proof that adulthood is just adulthood.

    Not in age nor in youth but in Wisdom.

    With wisdom you know what should be given importance to, how to talk to people, how to live your life to the fullest.

    Wisdom is how to do what you know.

    And it’s in the ‘how‘ that we make poor choices.

    Yes I know we all have weaknesses and habits, however bad if may be it is necessary we journey in life with the basic etiquette of handling ourselves and other people.

    If you’re still in your thirties or fifties and still foolish, receive sense to be wise. And if you’re young and foolish, also receive sense to be wise.

    Okay I’m done shaking this table. Bye. *laughs*

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  • He’s AS She’s SS; Genotype and relationship

    “Hi Chika. I know we’ve just been waving at each other but now I really want to get to know you. Can I have your number?”. He asked expectantly. While I just smiled looking at my phone.

    “Oh! What’s your Genotype?”. I asked and a weird look appeared on his face.

    “What?” He exclaimed in shock probably wondering what his genotype has to do with his feelings. “I’m AS”. He responded finally.

    ” Oh Sorry. Then you don’t need my number. Goodbye”. I shook my head, hid a smile and left him puzzled.

    “Chika baby. You’re a really nice girl. I’d really love to go out with you this weekend. Just to hang out”. He asked shyly.

    “First of all, what’s your genotype?” I asked without raising my face to look at him or I would have noticed the strange look on his face.

    “Are you seriously asking me that? He asked slightly upset”.

    ” Yes I am. And I’m waiting for your answer”. I replied nonchalantly.

    “I’m AA”. He replied.

    “Okay. Cool. I’ll see you then”.

    This is the story of my life. I’m Chika Jonah and I’d like to take you back to the reason for all this.

    After two years of remarkable friendship and relationship. We were both happy, growing and dreaming. Our days were filled with lots of conversations, dreams and working our ass off to achieve those dreams.
    And in one of our conversations, we were talking about injections, blood and then we went on to blood groups and genotypes that was when he randomly said ” I’m AS”.

    I instantly froze.

    “Wh…a…t did you just say?”. I stammered, hoping I had heard wrong.

    “That I’m AS. Is anything wrong with that?” He asked confused at the shock he heard in my voice. I just couldn’t say anything. All of a sudden I was sweating profusely.

    “Yes. Everything is wrong with that. Everything”. I sobbed into the phone.

    “What’s the problem? You’re scaring me. Just tell me”. He pleaded worriedly.

    ” I’m AS too”. The bomb dropped with my response and everywhere became quiet instantly. It was too big a pill to swallow.

    “Are you sure?” He asked with every emotion in him and I nodded. “Then do the test again”. He added sternly. I didn’t want to argue with him I I agreed.

    I did the test again and again even when I knew it was going to be the same result. And each time my resolve weakened and I cried all over again.

    I was happy with someone I was never going to spend the rest of my life with.

    He begged, we cried but somehow he knew I was going to do it. Faith had no chance.
    I broke it off as quickly and painful as I felt.
    It was over. All because of a two-letter word so small yet so powerful.

    My story is not to make you feel sympathetic towards me but to help you understand this fact;

    Don’t be ignorant


    It saddens me that even adults in their twenties and thirties don’t know what their genotype is. They walk around, go from one relationship to another without knowing how much of their future they put at risk. Walk to the hospital, give them your

    blood samples and wait for your results. If you’re still not satisfied with the result go over to 2 more hospitals and do it all over again. One result may lie, but three results can’t lie.
    Don’t be careless or you may end up investing everything in a relationship that should never be in the first place

    Don’t say it doesn’t concern you because you’re AA.

    Stop that thought. That’s selfishness. You are not in this for yourself but for the other person. For the relationship, you want to build. For your peace of mind and for your future. Notice that every time I asked “What’s your genotype?” I didn’t give mine first instead I waited to hear from the other person. That’s how it should be.

    Don’t Stay. End it.


    I’m sorry but I’m not going to tell you to stay even if you’ve been dating for six years. Not that I doubt your faith but because your faith isn’t practical. Ask yourself this question; Can you watch your child go through the pains and agony that comes with sickle cell? Can you watch your child constantly face death each time? Can you leave with the guilt of putting them through that? Is your faith strong enough to carry you through this ordeal?
    I’m sure you know the answer already. A broken heart is better than a broken future.

    Be Wise

    One more thing – I’m probably going to sing my national anthem “What’s your genotype” till I find my man (laughs) so guys bear with my question *winks. And if you are having a crush on me, now you know the next thing…

    Be proud of yourself whether you’re SS, AS, AA, AC, SC, CC

    Use this picture as a guide.

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  • The Singing Wheelbarrow; She danced in return.

    That faithful day on my way home, all I could think of was just coming home to relax and maybe prepare something quick for dinner because I felt so tired and sore, but that couldn’t just happen. I was met with something that could ruin my perfectly planned evening and leave me more sore than before.

    The minute I walked in I was welcomed with piles of ceiling board scattered everywhere. I was glad the repairs we were waiting for was finally done until I realized I’d be the one to clean up all the mess which made me frown. That thought hadn’t sank in when I heard mummy’s voice.

    “Drop your bag and quickly dispose those”. She said.

    “Dispose what?”, my eyes grew wide the minute I looked and saw how enormous it was, “Jesus! This plenty thing”.I exclaimed.

    “Is it this small thing that you’re calling plenty?. She replied staring at me in a typical African mother style.

    “But mummy we can give it to the scrap dealers, they’d find it useful”. I suggested still trying to dodge the chore.

    “Chika are you listening to yourself ? Have you ever heard of someone using an already used ceiling board? Its as good as useless so you’ll have to throw them away.

    “That means I’ll have to use a wheelbarrow”, because I knew there was no way in the world I’d be able to carry them with my tiny hands. I said slowly already dreading the experience.

    “Yes. There’s no other way Chika. You can’t avoid pushing the wheelbarrow today, so start now”.She said finally and walked inside. While I stood there dreading my fate, almost near tears.

    Where would I start from? How would i carry this all the way to the highway? What if i take the wrong step and the whole thing falls to the ground? I began grumbling and murmuring as I packed them inside the wheelbarrow.

    I began to question everything that could go wrong. Automatically my mind saw how big the problem was and blocked every opportunity of ever seeing how little it could turn out to be.

    I had accepted to push the wheelbarrow but would I reach my destination? Who knew?

    I held the handle firmly and lifted it up ready to move and the weight of the barrow broke my resolve yet again.

    I just pushed forward till suddenly the wheelbarrow started making sounds and I almost cried,”Oh God! This too”. I whispered.

    Someone even shouted “Chika this your wheelbarrow na case oh”.I almost opened the ground to enter (laughs).

    I knew the noise was due to its rusted nuts and being kept for years without been used.

    I continued pushing faster and faster and after some time suddenly, the sounds became hilarious, the sounds began forming a ridiculous rhythm.

    I was no longer frowning. I started dancing, not only that, I began laughing and humming to the sound it made (it was just so crazy). After that I formed a chorus and started singing and everyone thought I had gone mad. They laughed at me, waved and moved on. It felt nice.

    I did that till i saw my neighbor and he was going in the same direction so we walked side by side and engaged in an amazing conversation; reminiscing about my childhood and how I used to sit inside an empty wheelbarrow and tell my uncles (every tall man was an uncle to us) to push me while I jumped inside – laughs.

    As a child in the streets, a wheel barrow was like a mini car to me then, and we burst into laughter that before I realized it, i was home.


    I couldn’t believe it. I was happy. I leaped for joy at how easy it was. The next question that popped into my head was; why then did I think it was so difficult and so big to carry in the first place?

    Because I made my mind to think so. Because my mind thought so, I believed so and acted accordingly.

    The only good thing was that I didn’t ignore it. I did not run away like I wanted to. I did not procrastinate. I faced it head on. I pushed and I conquered. If I had looked away, if I hadn’t said yes, I wouldn’t have realized that I could do it and that it was not as difficult as it presented itself to be.

    Whether we like it or not problems would always be there. Resistant forces there to prevent you from successfully completing your goal. The reason why we hate them is because they make things so difficult. They get in the way of our plans. But like what you just read from the story. Don’t run. They can be conquered and you can’t know that until you walk through it.

    While you walk through it have fun in the process.

    Just like I had fun laughing at my silliness and singing together with my wheelbarrow. Have fun as you climb that mountain because a mountain that is easy to walk up is not fun to climb.

    Enjoy the challenge

    Whether its business, marriage, relationship or health challenge, bring God into it and you’ll find joy in the success.
    “Nothing in life is really fun unless you have something to laugh about”

    How has this story related to you? What decision would you make after reading this story? I would love to hear from you. Let’s talk in the comment section. Love and hugs ❤ xoxo.