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What I was not

I was Ugonna’s back-up plan, the one he would come to when all others failed. Only some seemed to take too long to fail and so I stayed in the back-(ground), waiting for the failure of others to be my success.


Then Mmaduemesi came along and set a fire in my belly but would not shine his light on me so others would see. I was his shadow-dancer, his night owl, his cloud that covers the moon. He loved me only in the dark; come daylight, I became a stranger; a nodding acquaintance.


Izuchukwu kept me on a pedestal. He took me down twice a day to polish me; he cared not for the smile on my face or the shine of my tears. He wanted only to display my comeliness for all to see. If I felt anything, he did not notice, so long as I sat pretty for everyone to gaze upon.


Strangely, Ugonna, Mmaduemesi and Izuchukwu helped me come to know myself…to discover that I was not made to be a back-up plan, a shadow-dancer or a trophy… that I should not be sitting and waiting for others to fail so that I could succeed…or hiding in the dark because someone didn’t really want me to be in the light nor should I be kept on a pedestal as a display of someone’s achievements.

I came to know that I did not have to be any of these.

I was more than a prize, a medal…an outline or silhouette…a backcloth or backdrop.

I was me.

  • Adaeze
    Posted at 15:06h, 31 July Reply

    You are you! Fabulous you!

  • Ego
    Posted at 15:29h, 31 July Reply

    Excellent as usual

  • taurusianfeminist blog
    Posted at 06:21h, 02 August Reply

    Hmmm, very deep something!

  • The Versatile Nigerian
    Posted at 00:56h, 05 August Reply

    It is always refreshing to read you blog after being away for a while. Beautiful piece.

    • Obisco1
      Posted at 08:03h, 05 August Reply

      Aww, thanks ever so much.
      I visited yesterday, the day before as well,but you were not home. ?
      I’m glad you came round?

  • chidionyeagba
    Posted at 13:18h, 06 August Reply

    This is deep. Your writeups always makes one stop and reflect, on their lives so far, beliefs and values.
    Nice one.

    • Obisco1
      Posted at 13:21h, 06 August Reply

      Thanks ever so much?

  • seyi gambo
    Posted at 00:27h, 30 August Reply

    Rain maker, Story maker.. you strike a chord that demands immediate action. More than nice sweet.

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