THE BEAUTY OF MMA

the view of aging in a lens Coming from a home where my parents are educationalists, they believe that, there is no rush in education. Every stage must be adequately attained at the proper time and age, this theory made me start school at a mature age. During my primary and secondary school era, I had the opportunity to attend private schools. One fact we all know is that private schools are usually a place where you see underage as classmates. Starting school at a mature age, I saw myself caught up in a closed box, where I was ashamed to disclose my actual age. I got so jealous of my classmates because they were a few years younger than me, and that made me lie about my actual age ( Not in my legal documents) but, while discussing with them. This attitude ate deep into me that I was ashamed of accepting my actual age and accepting the fact that I am aging, I developed Gerascophobia( fear of growing or aging). When I attained middle adulthood, I became even more terrified and anxious a...

  Trust the instinct to the end, though you can render no reason -  Ralph Waldo Emerson 2018, after my compulsory national youth service; I returned to the East to start my law practice. Fast forward to December 2019, I got a direct message on my old Facebook account from a young man, asking me to be his attorney; to manage his late father’s estate in Enugu.  I gave him my mobile number and, he called immediately. He informed me, that his father left an estate that his paternal uncle was trying to take away from him, not only that, but the tenants were paying his so-called uncle their rent.     I asked him if his father left a will, and he said ‘No’ then I advised him that a letter of administration should be applied for immediately so that he could be an administrator of his late father’s estate. He accepted that we start the letter of administration process immediately.  When I told him my professional charges, he agreed to pay me. Two days...

On the 8th day of April 2007, on a beautiful Sunday morning.  I found myself in the school clinic very ill, and could not eat nor stand. I laid like a log of wood waiting to be chopped for a campfire. With all these emotions running through me, I closed my eyes thinking it was going to be my last day on earth.  I heard a cry very close to my sick bed, I opened my eyes only to see my parents crying. I asked "What are you doing in my school " , and I was told that they came to take me home. "Taking me home? " I said in a low tune. The thoughts clouding my head at that particular moment were; "what about the summer examinations I have to write? , the preparation leading to the examination, and whether or not I'll be writing the examination with my classmates?" After my appendectomy, I was able to meet up with the examinations but, what really amazed me was, (Ifeanyi Ogba) my classmate's act of kindness, he made sure my notes were up to date, and he a...

The knowledge of blood group is one thing that everyone should have .  Today marks it four years, I miscarried my first baby. I can vividly remember when I was six weeks pregnant, I went with my ex fiancé for my ultrasound, with so much excitement that I will get to know the sex of my baby (mind you this is the week to know the sex of a child).As a first time mom to be, I wanted to surprise my ex(hahahaha having to create content, 😜 me ); I pleaded with him to wait for me at the lobby, which he accepted.   Lying down on that bed waiting to hear “ oh!! Chidinma can you see” but, instead what I heard from the doctor killed me: “ Chidinma, I can only see your sac without an embryo” says the doctor. I can remember saying “doc!! esi gini?(doc!! what did you say)”. Then he cleaned my abdomen and told me to invite my husband.  We were before the doctor, we were advised that I needed to carry out a D&C ( dilation and curettage) because, I have a condition called anembryonic ...