I write for my friend ADAOBI MICHAELLA OBIH has been taken. I sit on my bed, hunched over my laptop. Drops of tears fall on the keypad. I struggle to type, my fingers hitting the soft keyboard as my vision becomes blurry and the letters become boxes of black and white. Why is the world so cruel? Who could have ended a life so vibrant?

Flashes of the time I spent with her comes flooding back. Adaobi in the green Maria Goretti day-wear leading the rosary or dancing down from and to St Anthony on Sunday. She was a religious, athletic and charming girl, a little on the boyish side but with a feminine touch. She was dedicated to great causes and was a focused individual.

Her feminine side blossomed over the years. Her facebook posts always bring smiles to my face. Her pictures were of a charming young woman, but her post were about her passion for sports. I always thought Adaobi managed to merge the tomboy and the lady in her to produce a remarkable and rarest gem.

I looked back to messages I should have sent to her. Things I should have said to her. It hurts me to know that I never knew her beyond those wonderful years in Regina Mundi Secondary School.

I wish my creative mind could recreate moments before she died but my creative juice seem to be dry and my thoughts are scattered. She was a brave young woman and she was physically strong. I imagine she must have fought for her life.  I wonder if she had been scared. I wish she didn’t feel any pain. I wish she died in peace as I know she now rest in peace. I wish I were there with her. I wish her death was not true but it is. She is gone.

A frantic search of the internet for news update has brought more news about her murder. My dear friend was stabbed to death. this gentle soul was stabbed in multiple places and her throat was cut with a knife. Ryan A. Klug, 36, of 3461 Limestone Lane, Apt. 2134, is the prime suspect, a blood-saturated clothes the same size as Klug wears were found in their two-bedroom apartment. Every new information on Adaobi’s murder makes us understand what she went through during the last hours of her stay in this world but this information makes me angry and makes her death harder to bear. I pray Adaobi finds peace, I take consolation in the fact that she lived her life to the fullest.

She was a rare gem. A gift to the world that knew her.


Woe to that living heart that stole your life –

Let him not die,

Let him live-forever, if possible.

Since it’s not possible

Woe betide him/her.


My heart aches,

I turn around in circles,

sharp pain dashing through

my bleeding heart.

No one knows my pain,

no one can feel what I feel,

no one can miss you

like I do.

You were known by all

in different ways.

We feel the pain of your death

on different levels.

We miss you

in unique ways.


Of time lost

Of time gained

Of time spent

Of moments with you

I am glad our path crossed

Rest dear

Till we meet again.

Never to part.

Here is a tribute from her sister’s friend –

Follow this link to read about the details of her murder –


Justice is served

LAKUNLE – Lion and the Jewel

If you have read Lion and the jewel by Wole Soyinka – the Nobel laureate from Nigeria,

you would be familiar with LAKUNLE.

This little poem is to his tribute.

I hope Prof. Soyinka wouldn’t mind my reducing this great character to a verse.


I’m Misita Lakunle, a precious stone.

The pigs of Ilujinle are indeed too,

purblind, unsighted, unperceiving.

to see this.

My pocket is full of knowledge,

Cognition, wisdom, sapience

My days are spent fruitlessly

drumming the western ways

into those savages

when I’m not looking out

through the rotten window

for Sidi.

Sidi! as stubborn as an illiterate goat,

But I love her still

Hum my Sidi……………………..

The jewel Baroka, the crafty rogue

Snatched from my smooth fingers

Master of self-indulgence

Stole my love.


Could I have had her still?

if I had paid the bride price

maybe, maybe not

But I would have been subjected to that

Savage, barbaric, out-dated, rejected,

denounced, accursed, excommunicated custom

…..hum hum, forgive me,

but I own only the shorter

companion dictionary.

Sadiku – The Lion and the Jewel

If you have read Lion and the jewel by Wole Soyinka – the Nobel laureate from Nigeria, you would be familiar with SADIKU. This little poem is to her tribute. I hope Prof. Soyinka wouldn’t mind my reducing this great character to a verse.






I am the head of the lion’s wife,

I am a collector of purity,

I collect brides with my wooing tongue.

I who did it for the great Okiki,

I killed him with my strength

I thought I had done it for him too

but he had used me as bait.

The great lion gave me

a false knowledge

with this I feed Sidi’s pride

that which led her

to the cave.

The great lion’s cave.


Condoms – Sexual Health Issues



Durex is expensive but it is free in the sexual health hospitals. It is so free that an appointment to have HIV test done would certainly get you the gift of condoms in different colours and flavours.

I went to do a routine sexual health check done because it was free and I had nothing better to do. I was given a self swap kit with condoms, I had my blood taken but I couldn’t get a smear test done. Even when the doctor could not do this smear test because of the risk of breaking my hymen, he still offered me condoms, as if he was expecting me to go back on my decision to abstain from sex until I get that round object on my ring finger and change my name to Mrs. Somebody.


“Any unprotected sex?” The lady asked.

“Yes,” I answered looking into her eyes “I, We, My boyfriend and I are trying for a baby,” I smiled.

“Oh,” she looked down at the form with my details. It felt like she wanted to avoid any eye contact with me.

” Would you like some condoms today Miss?” She asked as if she didn’t hear my answer.

“No, thanks, I won’t need any”

“Are you sure,” she looked up and I could see in her eyes that she did not believe me. She thought I was trying to explain my reckless unprotected sex with the “I am trying for a baby excuse.” Of course, she could not say that to my face, because she is professionally obligated to voice no bias or judgement.

“I am sure”

“How many sexual partners have you had in the past 6 month?” She asked with a smirk, one bushy eyebrow raised, her white teeth exposed between a slightly parted thin stiff lips.

You know what, I will take the f**king condoms, I said.