Oil spill fire: My means of livelihood destroyed, how do I care for my children — 64-year-old mother of 7 laments
As national and global attention is focused on the Santa Barbara River in the mangrove swamp of Nembe in Nembe LGA where a ruptured wellhead has been spewing crude oil into the creeks, rivers, rivulets, and gradually to the Atlantic ocean, another oil-related inferno has devastated a vast stretch of the luxuriant rainforest around the Okpotuawari/Ondewari corridor along the Ossiama Creek in the deep swamp of Southern Ijaw Local Are
I went through hell when I lost my first husband- Ramotalahi Akintola-Hassan
BY EBUN SESSOU One of the experiences Honourable Ramotalahi Akintola-Hassan would not forget in a hurry was when she lost her first husband five years after marriage. She waited for seven years before going into another marriage. Today, she is happily married. She is the Vice Chairman, House Committee on Physical and Urban Planning in […]
POWA lift for widows, orphans
The leadership of the Nigeria Police Officers Wives Association, POWA, led by Engr. Mrs. Zara Bunu Abubakar during the week ended activities to commemorate their 50TH anniversary celeberation with a plea to the abductors of the over 200 girls of the Government Secondary School, Chibok in Borno state to free them. In line with the […]
Re: Much ado about child marriage (2)
By Yetunde Arebi Hi, The letters you will be reading today, concludes the first batch of contributions from our readers. As I stated yesterday, we cannot afford to go to sleep even for a moment on this issue. We must articulate our position and argument and continue to give it the publicity it deserves until […]
Help! My mother is denying me! (3)
SHORTLY after our moth er’s outburst and curses on me, Aunty Obioma called me one day and asked if what she heard about me calling her my mother was true. I could only stare at the ground as she too began raining abuses on me and calling me a crazy girl. She said she could never give birth to a child who will never do well in life. That it should be the first and the last time that she would hear her name linked to such a story and the last time she will also discuss the issue with me. Our mother is my mother. If I am not satisfied, I can go and look for another mother of my choice and ask her for a father too.
Help! My mother is denying me! (2)
THE next day, our fourth born called me and told me to be patient, that with time, I will know the truth about who my mother, adding that she is not in the position to tell me yet.
Neither should I also discuss it ever with anyone. I was about 12 years then and had just gained admission into Secondary School. Rather than put my heart to rest, my sister had confirmed my fears that there was something wrong with me. The truth would hit me about four years later. Ever since, I have not been the same again.
