ANGRY WIVES - Episode 4

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - an assortment of many letters, Engineer, the day of the election, government, misled interest in politics, women, election day, large crowds during campaign periods, the sharing of the money.

Though Abike did not understand much of what the words in the letter said, she was however confident that her son had done a good job. Sanko gladly took all the praise for writing the letter, but did not disclose to his mother that the letter was actually an assortment of many letters his father, Mr. Abel, had written in the past. All that Sanko had to do was throw in a few of his own words here and there to make the letter say what he wanted it to say.
To give the men of Bilia a taste of how dangerous she was, Sisi Vokeh paid Sisi Nene a visit. Sisi Nene was the leader of all the ashawo women (harlots) in Bilia and owned the largest whorehouse in Bilia. “Nene I want to know on whose side you are. Are you with the women or with the men?” “Vokeh, I have been expecting Abike, Iya Iliasu or you for some time now. I know you have all gone on strike and that leaves us as the alternative option the men of Bilia have to find Joly Joly. I don’t want war with any of the three of you, so I am on your side. What do you want me to do?” “I want you to change the price men pay to have Joly Joly with your girls and all the other Ashawo girls in Bilia. Charge the men exorbitantly high; that money they refused to give us, collect it from them. And if they want cheap girls, give them those ones who have disease, I mean the ones wey get serious infections. No look face dey do wetin I tell you so; nobody fit do anything! Tell your girls say na me, Sisi Vokeh, bring this style. I take God dey beg you now, make your girls no play smart with me o! I go show serious were for anybody wey go betray the women.”
“Sisi Vokeh, make you no worry, the plan wey you bring so go even make money for us. If we don change our price, say na like this we go charge and anyone one of us go charge money wey no reach am, e get how we dey deal with that person, so make you no worry at all. By this evening, all the girls wey dey Bilia go don hear am. Trust me Vokeh, this one go be like where fuel scarcity dey. Na who get money go see babe chop!” said Sisi Nene.
A week later Engineer Iniabasi Edidiong Unwana and his campaign organization stormed Bilia. Abike, Sisi Vokeh and Iya Iliasu had worked their fingers sore to see that they gathered people to welcome Engineer Unwana. Even Sisi Nene’s girls were drafted in to help convince all and sundry to attend the campaign. Oga Jerome, Sisi Vokeh’s husband, was used to divide the men by revealing that all the men were not given the same amount of money. He openly told them how much he was given and how much he thought Baba Iliasu and Mr. Abel took home. The men were mad, and for the chance of getting more money came out to give their support to Engineer Unwana. Abike held meetings with the youth and assured them that they would be given more money if they would abandon Prince Jegede and join Engineer Unwana’s support group. To give the crowd that gathered at Bilia primary school ground, a much more intimidating look, Iya Iliasu, invited even underage girls to the campaign venue.
All the agberos (touts) in Bilia were on that campaign ground that day to welcome Engineer Unwana. Iya Iliasu had threatened them that if they did not come, she would not make charms again for them. Abike had given a tip to Unwana’s campaign managers to allow Unwana to play with the touts. So as soon as Unwana stepped out of his car, he began to dance to a popular street song which was already playing from his car. That simple gesture sent the right message to the crowd. The touts began to dance with him, and when they felt that was not enough, they lifted and bore him to the podium, singing, “Unwana man of the people! Unwana man of the people! Unwana man of the people!” Abike looked around at the mammoth crowd which had gathered to welcome Engineer Unwana, and smiled to herself. She pulled Sisi Vokeh to herself and said, “This is only the beginning, on the day of the election, all our chickens and goats will vote.”

Engineer Iniabasi Edidiong Unwana did not bother to speak to the people in English language; he addressed them in Pidgin English, “My people una well don o! my name na Engineer Iniabasi Edidiong Unwana; I wan enter the senate make I represent una for government. I wan make una know say if I don enter better go dey…” All the women roared, “You go enter!!!” “Una say wetin?” This time all the other people on the campaign ground joined the women to shout, “You go enter!!!” “Ok, when I don enter the senate, Bilia go change. You see say water no dey Bilia and na the senator job to disturb government make them do am. My own no be for talk, if they wan make we fight, I go fold my shirt and trouser and fight them make water for….” The crowd replied him, “Come!” “You see that power station wey dey for road, near ACB, na since my grandpapa dey alive na im they start am, reach now they never finish am; but every year they get budget for am. If I don enter senate so, me and them go….” “Hear am!” the crowd responded. “See una secondary and primary schools, if rain they fall, una children go dey look for where them go hide. Yet una get people for government wey suppose bring government attention to these things. When I don enter for senate, me and them go…” The crowd responded again “Hear am!

Na so! Make una support me make I go senate. If government they give communities better, make I ask una, ‘why e no dey reach the people for Bilia’? Make I yarn una, if I enter senate, me and them go…” “Hear am!” they responded. “I be action man, my own no be for mouth; I hear say some people they come Bilia dey give una small, small change wey no reach anywhere. See I don bring package come…”  “Na so!!” shouted all the women. “Better dey ground, this one na party we come! As I dey leave here so, Madam Abike go give una something; I mean serious something,” Unwana continued. Whatever Engineer Iniabasi Edidiong Unwana had to say next, he couldn’t say it any more.

The women wouldn’t let him say another word. They sang his name till their voices went hoarse; and so did the touts and other Bilia youth. After engineer Iniabasi Edidiong Unwana had left, Abike mounted the podium, cleared her throat and announced, “Our candidate, the man of the moment and the man of the people…” “O yes!” the women responded. “...Iniabasi Edidiong Unwana, has given the women of Bilia some money for soup, but we go share am with all of una wey come here today!” “Abike you be correct woman! Mama agbalagba!” shouted a section of the touts. “Na you suppose be chairman for this Bilia!” shouted the youth.

The soup money wey Unwana give us na five million Naira!” With the amount announced, the campaign ground turned into a bedlam of crazed celebrations by both women and men. Afterwards, Abike announced how the money had been divided, “I and the women leaders have met and have agreed that the evil ‘Derivation Policy’ used by the men to share the money Prince Jegede gave to the people of Bilia will not be adopted in the sharing of this money. We have adopted ‘The Vertical Allocation Formula’; this means that the interests of all the people here present have been factored into the distribution of the money given to us. We are sending nobody home empty handed, like the men sent us home. So in the light of that, the women group will share 2 million amongst themselves. Una know say we no get anything from the money wey Prince Jegede bring. The men group, o yes, we go give something to the men wey don change camp come our side; them go share 500 thousand. The agberos at the parks and bus stops will share 1 million. Make una no shout, the money no too much for them, no be them they use their heads block bullets during election?

Na we dey here nothing dey happen!” The agberos shouted. “Our young men will share 1 million and the young women will share 500 thousand. The young women, Sisi Nene has your money, our agberos, Jango has your money. If Jango do anyhow for the sharing, him go see anyhow for my hand. The men group, Oga Jerome has your money; the young men una go meet me to collect your money,” Abike concluded.

“The women have shown they meant business this time. How did they do it? How did they manage to get that crowd to welcome Iniabasi Edidiong Unwana?” asked Mr. Donatus. “I am not in the least bit impressed with their misled interest in politics. They are driven by the greed for money. By the way what do they know about politics? If they like let them gather the whole country to welcome Iniabasi Edidiong Unwana, on the election day we will write the result and give it to the electoral officers to read,” said Mr. Abel. “I am shocked you dismiss the women with such level of disregard. I am compelled to inform you that if we do not put adequate measures in place, these women are going to disgrace us on the election day. Have you taken time to analyze the effect of what Abike did with the money given to the women? She has bought everyone to their side, and even succeeded in stamping on our candidate, our decision to leave out the women in the sharing of the money he gave us. Now people think our callous act of denying the women a share in Prince Jegede’s money is Prince Jegede’s doing,” Mr. Donatus pointed out.

“I am quite aware of the points you have raised. However, you should know that elections are not won by gathering large crowds during campaign periods. For instance, tell me, how are these uneducated women going to monitor the voting process during election? How many of them are lettered enough to read what is written on paper? I am not afraid of them. My concern right now is what is happening on the domestic front; the women have practically shot down our lives in every conceivable area.”


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Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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