THE FISHY RANTS


Hellooo to everybody reading this, wherever you might be! I’m really grateful that you’re taking time out of whatever you should be doing right now to read my fairly random rants. Hope all’s been well with you and yours! ☺

I know it’s been a while and I apologise profusely. Before embarking on this journey, I made a promise to myself to ensure that I would never have to apologise to you for my inconsistencies. But life, in all its full glory, happened and here we are! I’ll be really honest with you- it’s a bit tough trying to joggle everything I’m involved with at the moment. As I mentioned in my previous post (please read here if you haven’t) I’m currently enrolled at the Nigerian Law School and if you live in Nigeria or have friends et relatives who do- or even if you’re merely accustomed to the process of how things work in any Nigerian institution, you might have a reasonable idea of how things tend to go. Nobody really cares about what else is in your diary for the day. Do my work or get out of my office. Can I get a witness?

But that’s not what I’m here to rant about today. Today’s post very much tilts to the sad horizon of life. It’s one of those stories that leave you dumbfounded, shivering to your bones and wondering if there actually are any demons left in hell’s pit, because a lot of them surely seem to be right here on earth. Shakespeare knew what he was talking about, I’m convinced.

This story made rounds in the papers (online and print) and possibly all over Twitter and Facebook (side note: does anybody still use Facebook anymore? Honestly just wondering. No disrespect if you still do. Haha 😀). I went from very high levels of anger and wanting to strangle the man himself to feeling the worst type of emotional pain for the tiny soul whose innocence has been so sorely stripped away without the slightest chance of being able to fight for it.
So, here's what happened. This thirty year old man in Kano- with a fully developed brain and testicles he doesn’t deserve- thought it right and went on, without the fear of God, to rape an infant, a baby, a tiny tot, a six-month old angel- with his equally perhaps deranged wife helping him out. Let’s not play out the gory details.

Weirdos.

I have played this over and over again in my head- not because I want to, I honestly, really just can’t wrap my head round it. You probably can’t too. What on earth would make a man (a man with a wife, might I add) go this far? Why didn’t he receive a heavenly slap just before he got the chance to have his way? How do her parents get through this? How do they sleep at night without the nightmares of their little girl’s screams torturing them? But what I really want to know is if HE gets any sleep at all.
I hope not.

There definitely is more to this. He’s most likely hinging on the balance of being deranged. Either that, or I smell something diabolical.
Let’s not even get into the story of his wife. Let’s just not. All I’m going to say is, she’s supposedly friends with the baby’s mother (neighbours or so). Be careful, people, your enemies are closer than you think.

Yet we have to forgive. We have to move on. He’ll most likely get charged. But it will change next to nothing. But forgive and move on, we must. If not for anything, for the beautiful soul who’s now eight months old and said to be recovering. She deserves to grow and lead a perfectly normal life. Whatever ‘normal’ might mean now, I do know that she doesn’t deserve any unhealthy reminders of this.


That’s all for today, people! I’ve poured out my heart and feel a lot better. As much as I want you to be the shoulder I can lean on, I also really want to be that much to you and more. So if there’s anything you’d like to talk about- please, please & please drop a comment and I’ll be more than happy to get back in touch with you. Not that I’m a certified counsellor or anything, neither have I been trained in any discipline along that line. I’m just a young woman who’s willing to share some of her experiences and looking to add to hers by learning from yours. We can cry together, laugh together- all that good stuff. If you’re game (and I’m really hoping that you are) then I’m definitely in- let’s do this! Major key (DJ Khaled voice).

P.S: Shout out to MIGE for all the love and for never giving up on pushing me to greatness. With that heart so beautiful of yours, are you even human?
I’ll catch y’all again really, really soon. Promise. :)

Lots and lots of love,

AJ


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