Posts Tagged ‘Igbo people’



I’m super excited with the entry for today!

Now, Pearl and I have never met, and I was going to make her wedding but something came up and I wasn’t even in the country around that time, talk of the state.

The first thing you notice about Pearl is her smile. Alive and breathing, with her gorgeous white teeth! I feel like she can never be offended, she’s always smiling! She’s also one of those Christians who absolutely love the Lord, but don’t beat you over the head with it. I really really like her!

Her entry is beautiful, and I won’t keep you from it a moment longer.


Achuna ife uwa n’ike. Nwayo bu ije. Ebe onye oso ruru, onye ije g’eru kwa. Onye buru Chi ya uzo, ogba gbuo onwe ya n’oso. (Do not chase the things of the world with all your strength. Take life easy. He who runs and he who walks will get to wherever they are going, but if you go ahead of your God, you don do yourself be that.)

My name is Pearl Ijeoma Allison. I am completely Nigerian; omo Igbo, born in Hausa land and married to a Yoruba man. I presently work as a confidential secretary/administrative official and I live the in the ever-bubbly city of Lagos. I love Lagos, even with all her wahala. I share my thoughts on life through my eyes on this here page

2015 was an incredibly interesting and amazing year. My Year of Indescribable Joy . . . but there can be no joy if one has not known sorrow. I have known sorrow, anxiety, fear and depression. Times when I wondered why I was still holding on and why I thought I needed to keep going. What was the point of it all?

Achuna ife uwa níke. . .

God wanted me to take my focus off those things and put it on Him. But as a headstrong omo nna who had to fend for herself, I kept trying to sort things out on my own or worry them away.

Why worry when you can pray?

He came through for me despite and in spite of Ijeoma standing in her own way. Everyday I’m learning to trust His promises, learning that they are not just words but TRUTH. Truth that I get to live out every minute.

I learned that God is faithful and some humans are very much like Him! My friends showed themselves strong on my behalf this year. God has surrounded me with faithful, diligent and trustworthy people. I am grateful most especially for my husband, amazing, amazing man! No bias, I swear.

I’m very grateful for the experiences I had this year. I don’t think I’ve had any year as eventful as this one. A wedding is definitely a big enough event, but there was also a relocation, a shaking, a moving & an uprooting.

One day I will write about these things…

I hurt my best friend and her family this year. Yeah, it was unintentional and all and I wish to God that it had never happened. I regret it deeply. We were able to make it through the hurt, pain and disaster by God’s grace and I think we made it through stronger than before. That’s how lasting, unbending relationships are forged; people who will stand with you through the good times and most especially through the bad.

Pearle-and-Adams-White-Wedding-2658If I could relive that, there’s definitely a number of things I’d love to change about the whole saga but we live and we learn. The other thing I’d love to relive is my wedding day, it was a deadly day! I really never esperredit. Lol. I’d love for my wedding reception to have just been dance, dance, dance! My brother in law’s band killed it that day men! You should have been there.


Pearl Allison

I’m looking forward to 2016. I hope to live out everything I’ve learned and to take life easy. There’s so much more to this life and I want to live it to the fullest.

God bless you.

God bless you too sweetheart, and here’s hearty cheers to the new year!

My bestie Wunmi was around recently, and after prying the remote from her hands so we could watch something other than Telemundo, we ended up with a Nigerian movie. Didn’t catch the name so I’m sorry I can’t share, especially since it inspired this.

To digress a bit, I totally dislike Telemundo. No, it’s not totally about beefing the perfect figures of the ladies, it’s not about the fact that I can tell someone is talking over their voices, it’s not even the fact that the storylines are ‘too much’. I just dislike them. Really dislike them.

Back to the movie. It was a village setting, and of course the village witch was called ‘Ezenwanyi’, an Igbo word/title which transliterated means ‘Queen of females’. Then there was a pharmacist who didn’t seem to be doing well (I don’t remember his name). What struck me about this film however was the fact that this pharmacist went to Ezenwanyi and complained that his business wasn’t doing very good and he needed her help. What help did she offer him?

A potion, which he poured on the street in a part of the village. Anyone who passed on that street immediately became constipated, sometimes for as long as a week with all the attendant, overemphasized symptoms. So swollen/distended belly, pain, groaning, you know our people.

Now, only this pharmacist could cure the sickness, and so he became rich because he would charge a fortune to ‘heal’ them.

There were other story strands in the movie but I remember telling bestie that films like these were the reason why we must remain covered by God every single day. The heart of man is desperately wicked, and there are all sorts of evils flying around which only children of God can be exempt from. Look at the movie for instance; so for no crime or doing of theirs, the villagers who passed that street with the potion just became afflicted?

Just like that. Just like that, according to a song by Temi Dollface.

Let’s expand it a bit further. Stray bullets, cars running into other cars (even parked/stationary cars), light poles falling, whatever ‘random’ evil that can befall a person. Who maketh us to differ? What is the difference between Mr A who passes a road without incident, and Mr B who passes and while he is on the bridge, it gives way and he is destroyed?

“He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High, shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty…and I will say of the Lord, you are my refuge, and my fortress, my God in you will I trust” – I learned this Psalm as a song when I was a lot younger, but this movie dug it (the song) out from whatever recesses in my mind it had disappeared to. Valid more than ever in these times if you asked me, when there seems to be so much evil in the air, so much wickedness, and for no reason!


A little more digression; how many of us can trace our escape/deliverance from what would have been a disaster/unfortunate event to someone praying for us? For me, it’s been my mother, but that’s a story for another day! Question is, who are you covering/loving with prayer? Something to think about abi?

Anyway, that’s me for today, just really wanted to share that.

How’s September coming? How has your year been so far really? Going as you planned, or there are some things that could be better/different? Ku ise (Yoruba language for ‘well done’), keep at it, you can’t give up!

Take good care!

Apparently on Newsline (a programme on NTA – broadcast mainly in Nigeria) last night there was a report on a guy who ran into a burning building to save (successfully) a baby trapped inside.

He said he couldn’t bear the sounds of the baby crying. Was told this evening that he passed, he was that badly burned from yesterday. When I heard the news I thought we would go on a fundraising drive for him, something I’m really effective at, especially when I’m passionate about the cause. But then I heard he died.

Really sad… And let me tug at your heartstrings; he was Igbo (one of the ethnicities in Nigeria) , and the baby wasn’t. What does that tell us? At the end of the day, we are one Nigeria.

Am I exalting Igbos above other tribes? Not at all. Am I saying another person from another ethnic group wouldn’t have done that? No way!! What I’m saying is that there is first blood, before ethnicity, in all our veins. What Michael did could have been done by anyone.

Regardless of the BS peddled about, at the end of the day, we’re human first (with consciences that I pray to God are still active), Nigerian, and then whatever ethnicity we were born into. This is the reason why I feel such a sense of sadness at young people who allow themselves be used as thugs and henchmen by politicians whose families are stowed away safely in Europe, far away from the storms they brew with other people’s children.

May his soul find peace in the bosom of our Lord who sees our hearts and rewards accordingly, not according to our tweets or ‘activism’. People like Michael (that’s his name) are our real heroes; they are the ones we should have in our history books, telling our kids about.

Michael is a hero, who’s yours?

Been a while right? I know! And I missed you too! To compensate, how about we do one chronicle everyday of this week? Are you game? I know I am! #Letsdodiz!!

Working at Aso Radio and Television Services in Abuja was one of the best things I ever did, and apart from thanking God for the favour and strength He provided for me to carry out my duties there, I must thank Aro Leonard for insisting I go there (both in words and in deed)!

After the initial, really difficult days (especially the part about climbing up Katampe Hill that I never got used to), all of us corps members settled in nicely and began to function in our different roles.

Thanks to the large number of people at the station and their different personalities, I’ve got loads of stories to tell from the place. At a time the television arm of the station was going to start and so loads of people were employed to fill various roles, sophisticated equipment was purchased, experts in various technical fields were flown in from around the world, and it looked like Aso Television would trump even Al-Jazeera (at least that’s what we were gunning for)! Want to know what happened to that dream? Amongst other sources, google is your friend!

About the people, there were a couple offices I enjoyed entering, and a few I dreaded (for reasons best known to me and understood by anyone who’s worked there too).

One of my favourite offices was the newsroom. I used to say to myself that there was nothing happening on earth (official or unofficial) that couldn’t/wouldn’t come up as a discussion there. I remember even crafting an ad for it (that I played in my head on many occasions) that ran thus, ‘The Newsroom, for the latest and most up to date news, sizzling gossip, and accounts you can’t get anywhere else’! Do me a favour and insert the most dramatic soundtrack and effects of your choice!

Another favourite of mine was Accounts/Finance, sure you must be thinking, ‘duh, who doesn’t like the accounts department’? Well, so maybe I liked it for the reason you like your own finance department (gotcha!), but the truth is, I really liked the people there too.

Three people who stood out for me were Julius, Mr. Ben, and Ngozi Anyanwu, and for different reasons. Julius went above and beyond the call of duty in sorting out all corps members, he would help with documentation, and alert us if something didn’t look right on our sheets. And for no reason other than the largeness of his heart.

Mr. Ben always had a kind word, something encouraging to say at every time T. And even though he’s normally a quiet person, he would take the time to greet every one in a room he stepped into, not minding that we would all be his juniors (both in age, and in rank)!

Then there was Ngozi, chubby, vivacious, light-skinned beauty. From the first time I met her she had her hair cut low and had dimples so deep and sweet looking they reminded me I didn’t have any and increased my resolution to marry someone who has at least one!

And she was really nice to me, she was. I remember her small car she would use to drop my friends and I at the junction at the close of business; I also remember her endless teasing about my inability to hold my own in a conversation in Ibo. Heck, there was the day I needed to find out something that I remember had upset me even before I knew the details (of course it had to do with money). So I stormed into her office and when she saw my face even before I said anything she said, “today is Igbo Day in Abuja. Anything you cannot tell me in Ibo will have to wait till tomorrow”. I looked at her long and hard, and then I started laughing, because as my girls would say, that was ‘Jargo’ right there!

So Ngozi died of breast cancer this January. She was 38 years old, and left behind an aged mom, and siblings as she was unmarried. Cut down in her prime by cancer. I can only imagine the pain and the trauma her family will be going through if I who only knew her on a professional level feel this sad.









Ngozi, this chronicle is for you, because you were a wonderful person with a smile on your face, because you were kind and helpful to everyone, and because you helped improve my Ibo! I pray God strengthens your family at this time, consoles and comforts them like only He can, and grants you eternal rest by His side.

Now ladies, lets tell ourselves some home truths. Have you had your breasts examined? Do you know how to do the examination for yourself? Would you notice/be able to tell if something around your boobies felt different? Ignorance stopped being bliss a long time ago!

If you’re in Abuja, there’s the Bowling for Boobs event at the Dome on the 29th of January. You don’t have to bowl if you don’t want to, and it only costs a highly subsidized N1000 to get your boobies checked, and to learn to examine them yourself. Please, let’s at least take care of the things we can take care of. Do it for yourselves. Do it for Ngozi Anyanwu.



N:B – feel free to confirm dates and locations from the Director of the Stand Up to Cancer Nigeria Project, Caleb on 2348074410320, or visit the website