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How do you measure a year?

It is the end of the year 2013. A year. A measurement of time. How do you measure a year? Twelve months? Fifty-two weeks? Three hundred and sixty-five days? Eight thousand, seven hundred and sixty hours? Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes? I am choosing to measure mine in friendships.

Some friends visited a few days ago. They brought us flowers. White lilies, still in their buds. I put them in a vase with some water. Lilies 1Since then, they have slowly been unfurling into full bloom. They remind me of some of Jesus’ words in the famous Sermon on the Mount.

And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life? And why are you worried about clothing? Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin,yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these.…” Matthew 6:27- 29.

I have been ruminating about friendships. When it comes to making friends, I tend to dive right in. A few interactions with someone are enough to convince me to forge ahead in pursuing a friendship with them. Sometimes, my impulsiveness pays off and deep, lasting friendships are formed. Other times, I get my fingers bitten and realise that I have been naive and presumptuous.

Friends can be gifts, filling your space with joy and energy. Like well-tended plants. But here is the thing, I am not green-fingered. Plants do not thrive in my hands. I seem to have come wired with the ability to wither the hardiest of plants. Yet, I appreciate their beauty.

Some plants are delicate and need a lot of attention, watering, weeding, pruning. Others are robust, rugged. They thrive with little or no input.

Some friendships require a little more nurturing, regular contact, phone calls, emails, texts etc. They may not die off without these but they certainly do not do as well as with them.

Then there are those friendships like climbing plants. They need a framework to grow on.  Their stems possess little ability to bear any weight yet are very tensile and have considerable strength. This kind has the tendency to weigh you down, sapping your very essence, constantly taking, hardly ever giving.

Yes, friendship is a bit like plants. Some spring up as soon as you meet. A connection is made and weathering every storm, the friendship thrives and grows stronger, irrespective of distance, space and long absences. A garden is all the more beautiful for having different kinds of plants in it.

I have been blessed by the gift of different kinds of friendship. These beautiful plants that brighten the garden of my life with bold splashes of colour.

And so, as 2013 draws to an end, here, my dear friends, here’s to you, to those who have gone ahead and to our friendship!

Seasons of Love” is a song from the Broadway musical Rent, written and composed by Jonathan Larson. This cover is from the third episode of the fifth season of Glee, The Quarterback, as a tribute to Cory Monteith and his character Finn Hudson.

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‘Twas the night before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

Christmas eve

“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

Clement Clarke Moore.

Yawa don gas Part 2

“Johnny, abeg nor vex. Di story long but I nor go fit meet you today. We fit arrange for weekend?”

“Weekend ke? Di girl dey here wit me now, you dey talk weekend. Abeg nor fall my hand o!”

“Ah, you for tell me na. I tink say na just me and you go yarn today, then arrange to meet am. I no get money for trans.”

“See dis guy o! You be learner? You no get Oyster card?”

“Oh boy, nor vex na. I get, di ting just mess me up big time. How we go do with di babe? I fit talk to am for phone?”

“No o. You know as dis oyinbo people be.” Johnny come quiet small, e be like e dey tink. “Ok, drop, make I talk to am, explain the situation, see wetin she go talk. I go call you back.”

“Ok, no yawa. Thank you.”

As I drop phone, I begin waka go back house. E bin don tay when I pray but if you see di way I begin beg God say make e just help me for dis matter ehn, you go tink say na me be pastor. I begin quote Bible. Then my phone ring, na Johnny again.

“My guy, e be like say your juju strong well-well. Di babe talk say she nor even need to meet you sef, say make we arrange everything, tell am date, she go meet us for court.”

I nearly drop for phone, I nor fit believe say e go easy reach like dis. I come tell God thank you for my mind.

“Talk true.” Small-small doubt come dey enter my mind. “You sure say di girl no be 419?”

“You nor trust me? No worry, she dey ok. I go arrange everything for you. I go text you di girl bank details. She say she go take 1k upfront, then di balance after everything don complete.”

“Ah, Johnny, God go bless you well-well. Thank you o.”

“No worry na, you be my main man.”

***

Johnny send me di babe bank details. E tell me say di babe don dey rake, wan vex nor do again. E talk say di babe say unless I pay di full amount, she go waka. Me sef I begin vex, I tell Johnny say make she go, we go find anoda pesin. Johnny beg me say make I cool down. E advise me to pay the whole £1,500. Me sef, I come tink am. I don dey dis matter of kpali almost three years now. I dey live like rat. Every time I hear siren I go dey wonder whether na me dem dey find. I nor fit find better work, na only boy-boy work wey I fit do. I don dey save all dis time for opportunity like dis. Now when e don come make I no take vex spoil am. Na im I come gree for di babe tell Johnny say I go pay all di money.

Fear no gree me do online transfer before somebodi go tell me say di money nor reach di account. £1.5k nor be beans. I waka go bank wit di money wey I withdraw from my branch, pay am to teller, collect receipt. After that last time wit di Oyster card, I keep di receipt for inside my wallet. I no wan hear story. I call Johnny to ask am to confirm wit di babe say she don get di payment. E say e go call am then get back to me.

Na so I wait taya, no call from Johnny. I come begin panic. When I call am, di number dey unavailable. See me, see trouble. Our people talk say, “siddon look na dog name.” Me I no be dog, na im I come decide to go Johnny house go wait am, after all agaracha must to return. When I reach di house where Johnny dey share with like eight other people, na big house sha, dem tell me say Johnny don pack comot. Cold begin catch me even though sun bin dey shine well-well.

I confuse. Dat money na all my savings since three years from all di yeye work wey I do, dey chop insult on top. I nor even know how to reach di babe as I nor get her number. I dey tink wetin I go do, I nor look as I dey cross road. Na im I hear motor as e try to brake, come feel myself dey fly for air like bird. After dat, I nor remember anything till I wake up for inside hospital bed.

As I try open eye, I hear one voice, “Oh good, you’re awake now. Are you in pain?”

Na di nurse. I try to answer am but my throat dry like sahara desert.

“Don’t try to talk. Here, drink this, the doctor will be in to see you soon.” She help me siddon for di bed, come give me tablet and water wit for inside plastic cup. Na dat time I come notice say my left leg dey inside POP.

As di nurse comot di room go call doctor, I begin look around. Four bed dey inside di ward but na only me dey occupy bed. I begin wonder how I go take pay the hospital bill on top of the money wey I don already loss.

E nor too tay when di doctor come. But no be only am follow. Two police follow, one man and one woman. Two other men wey wear suit follow too. Their suit be like something wey carpenter sew. Even if pesin dash me sef I nor go wear. Before I fit wonder wetin all of dem dey find, doctor begin explain my condition. E tell me say I dey very lucky say I nor injure pass dis. E say I break my leg and e go dey inside di POP for six weeks. Apart from that, e say na just small-small wound where my skin scratch comot as I land for di coal tar. E talk say e go discharge me the next day. E tell me say as na pesin jam me, I get to make statement to di police and say di two other men na lawyer before im waka comot leave us.

Fear dey catch me to talk to police but I understand di reason why dem come but di lawyer nko? Wetin be their own for here? Na so I begin wonder which kain trouble I don enta wey lawyer find me. Whether na di arrangee wey Johnny plan for me? Abi na Johnny nor pay di babe na im she send lawyer to find me? Na so headache begin worry me from all di question inside my head.

As I bin dey give police dem my statement, na so my voice just dey shake.

“Take your time, Mr Johnson. Tell us everything you can remember.” Dem bin dey reassure me, dem nor know di ting wey dey do me. “Whatever information you can provide will help us track down the hit-and-run driver.” Anyway I tell dem di one wey I remember. Dem give me card, ask me to call dem if I remember any other ting before dem comot.

“Mr Johnson, I’m Chris Hudson and this is my colleague, Michael Price. We’re from Injury Lawyers 4 ‘U’. We help victims of accidents get compensation on a no-win no-fee basis.”

Excitement begin bubble for my chest but I just calm make I dey sure wetin dem dey talk. “Ok?”

“If you’re happy for us to represent you, we can guarantee compensation of up to £17,000.”

As I hear that one, I nearly jump comot for di bed begin dance Azonto. I tell them say I gree make dem represent me na im dem give me form make I sign. I sign dem quick-quick. E be like say God don butter my bread back and front.

***

Two months don pass since I comot hospital. Doctor don comot di POP. Di leg dey heal small. My lawyers dem help me take my case go court. Dem warn me say insurance companies dem no like to pay out money, say dem go look for every excuse not to pay. Dem ask me whether I don commit any crime or whether police don arrest me before as that one go disqualify me. I lick my finger, point to the sky, swear to God say I never commit any crime.

Anyway, I win di case but the judge say im go give im ruling in two weeks’ time. Every day, I dey wait make the lawyers dem send me letter to tell me how much the judge award me for my compensation. Na so, this morning, letter land.

I read di letter again. I don already read am many times but I no fit believe wetin I dey see. £20,000! Na im be how much the court talk say dem go pay me for di accident. Di lawyers go collect 25% for their fees but I go still get £15k.

Come and join me sing halleluyah, Jehovah Jireh has done me well.” Na so I dey sing, dey dance for inside my flat. I begin tink of all di tings wey I go fit take di money do. I don dey plan how I go go shopping buy myself beta cloth. I don dey calculate how much I go send to my mama and brodas for Naija. My belle just dey sweet. Finally, after all di suffer wey I don suffer for dis Jand, my own dey better.

When pesin begin bang for door, I nor answer, I tink say na my panla neighbour. I continue to do dey sing and dance. Na when I hear, “Mr Johnson, open the door, it’s the police,” na im I know say wind don blow, fowl yansh don open.

I open door. I nor even fit count how many police dem dey there. All of dem wear bullet-proof.

“Mr Johnson?”

“Yes, that’s me.” Before I fit say ‘Jack Robinson’, dem jack me up, turn me around, put handcuffs for my hand, anoda one chain me for leg.

“Mr Johnson, I am arresting you for overstaying your visa and remaining in the country illegally. You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defense…” I no fit listen again. Blood rush go my head, e be like say my heart dey beat inside my ear. As dem push me go di van, I begin cry. Chei! My £15k don go be dat. Na im I know say true true, oturu beke, yawa don gas.

Yawa don gas Part 1

One early mor-mor like dis, when I don enter gear 5 for inside sleep, I begin dey dream beta dream. For di dream, I win lottery. As I dey smile, dey pose with my big 3 million pounds sterling cheque for di paparazzi dem, their camera just dey flash kpa, kpa, kpa, na im my phone come begin ring, grin-grin, grin-grin! I wake up, come realise say na dream. I vex ehn. As I look di phone, na my friend, Johnny number. Mscheew!

Na wetin make Johnny dey call me dis early morning na? I nor pick up di phone. I close eye again, whether I go fit dream di dream again. Whossai? Na so phone ring again. I pick di phone begin shout.

“Johnny, you no see di time?”

” Ah, you dey sleep?”

“Bishop burn, you dey ask whether im bia bia burn too. You no dey sleep? Wetin make you dey call me dis early mor-mor? Pesin die?”

“Na wa for you o. If no be say I like you, I for don drop since. Mscheew.”

“Na you sabi.”

“No be your fault sha. Anyway, you dey near your computer?”

“Shay na from sleep you wake me, which one you dey ask me whether I dey near computer?

“Pipe down abeg, na beta ting I wan share. I don find one babe wey ready to take only one-five for dat ting.”

As I hear “one-five”, sleep comot my eye quick-quick. “You say wetin?”

“I say dis babe go collect only one-five for dat ting. E nor go too tey for you to collect kpali. I go send you email wit all di details dem.”

As Johnny dey talk, na so all my hope begin rise. Excitement catch me sotay I tell am say make we hook up later so we go fit yarn di matter well. E don too tay when I dey try to sort out dis my matter.

As I dey baff make I go meet Johnny, na so I begin sing all di praise and worship song dem wey I remember from di time when I dey go church wit my mama when I small.

“Jesus na bigi man, Jesus na bigi man, who no know am call small boy, Jesus na bigi man, who no know am call am small boy.”

“He’s a miracle-working God, He’s a miracle-working God, He’s the Alpha and Omega, He’s a miracle-working God.”

“When Jesus say yes, nobody can say no. So I say, Up, up Jesus, up, up, Jesus.”

“People dey ask me say, wetin dey me shine, I just dey tell dem say, na Jesus dey make me shine.”

Na so I sing sotay my oyinbo neighbour, dat one wey lepa like panla, wey trouser no gree stay for waist as no yansh to hold am, begin knack hand for wall dey shout, “Shut the fuck up!” I bin no even realise say my voice loud like that. Na so di happiness bin dey do me. I no answer am, which one consign agbero wit overload? I just wear my cloth waka comot house.

I reach bus stop dey wait bus 472 to meet Johnny for Woolich. Other people too dey wait for bus but me, I no look anybody face. One woman get small pikin for inside pram. I look di pikin, then I smile. Na im di pikin begin cry, dey scream. Kai, na so my face wor-wor reach? Di mama eye me well-well. E give am toy, pikin troway di toy. E give am feeding bottle, pikin no gree suck. I pity di woman but I no talk anything. I just comot face, dey mind my business jejely. Na so oyinbo people dey do for Jand. Nobody dey look anybody for face, nobody dey greet. Me sef I no send, I no kukuma like wahala. Before I go enter trouble when I dey try help person.

As we dey wait bus, na im police car come stop in front of di bus stop. I no know wetin make dem stop for there but na so my heart come begin beat fast like drum, even Ekpo Calabar for nor fit dance to di beat. Di kain fear wey catch me ehn, I nearly piss for pant. As di police dem come dey approach di bus stop, I begin call Blood of Jesus! for inside my mind, outside I dey form cool. I wan begin tear race, before one guy wey bin dey stand near me begin run, di police dem begin chase am. Kai! No be me dem bin dey find. I nearly begin dance Kukere, I just hold myself, I nor wan do crase man for bus stop. E no too tay before di bus come arrive.

As I enter bus, I wave my Oyster card for the machine. Di machine nor beep. I wave am again. No way. I try am again, whossai, nothing happen. Na im di passenger dem wey dey for my back begin complain. I shift make dem pass. When everybodi don climb enter finish, I try di Oyster again. No show. Na im driver tell me say either I pay di fare wit cash or I come down from di bus. I never see dis kain embarrassment before. I no hold any cash so I get to drop from di bus. Di other passengers just dey look me, some dey pity me, others just dey laugh. Kai, I don suffer.

I stand for di bus stop dey tink how manage di card nor gree work. Something wen I top up with £10 just two days before and I never use am since then. I tink am o but I no fit imagine how di money don finish. Di only way to find out na to go back to di corner shop for where I do di top up.

As I begin waka, na im rain begin fall. I nor hold umbrella. Rain wey never fall for London since sotay gofment declare hose pipe ban, na today e decide to fall. Di rain sef, nor be even dat one wey dem dey call ‘light showers’. Dis one na original thunder storm with lightning and heavy breeze. By the time I reach di corner shop, I be like someting wey cat reject.

I enter di shop come tell di shop assistant say my Oyster card wey I top up for here two days ago nor gree work. E ask me whether I get receipt. I tell am say I nor get di receipt but na here I dey always top up. E say nothing e fit do unless I bring receipt as proof say na here I buy am. We come begin dey argue. Na so our two dey shout before e talk say if I nor comot di shop e go call police. As soon as e talk dat one, e be like say pesin pour me cold water for bodi. Di vex wey I bin dey vex just evaporate. I run comot, nor be sake of £10 I go enter police trouble. Nor be di shop keeper fault, na condition na im make crayfish bend.

By dis time, rain don stop. Sun dey shine sef. Dis London ehn, e be like say di weather get schizophrenia. One minute, rain go dey fall like no tomorrow, di next minute, sun go begin shine. Na wa. As no way for me to take trans go meet Johnny, I call am to try arrange anoda day.

“My guy, I dey here dey wait you. Wetin happen na?”

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