{"id":407,"date":"2014-07-12T14:30:47","date_gmt":"2014-07-12T14:30:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/adauzoije.com\/?p=407"},"modified":"2014-07-12T15:04:03","modified_gmt":"2014-07-12T15:04:03","slug":"millipede-chasing-part-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/adauzoije.com\/?p=407","title":{"rendered":"Millipede Chasing &#8211; Part 5"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<a title=\"Millipede Chasing \u2013 Part 1\" href=\"http:\/\/adauzoije.com\/2014\/06\/13\/millipede-chasing-part-1\/\"> CLICK THIS FOR Part 1<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Millipede Chasing\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/82GLHb-SmW4?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-319 size-full\" src=\"http:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/Millipede-3.jpg\" alt=\"Millipede-3\" width=\"615\" height=\"409\" srcset=\"https:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/Millipede-3.jpg 615w, https:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/Millipede-3-600x399.jpg 600w, https:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/Millipede-3-300x199.jpg 300w, https:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/Millipede-3-510x339.jpg 510w, https:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/Millipede-3-332x220.jpg 332w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 615px) 100vw, 615px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>MILLIPEDE CHASING<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Text Copyright \u00a9 Ada Uzoije 2014<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">All Rights Reserved<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author&#8217;s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">PART FIVE<\/p>\n<p>He frowned and asked, \u201cIt\u2019s an Igbo name, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The nurse replied, \u201cYes, it\u2019s an Igbo\u2019s name.\u201d\u00a0 She smiled at the doctor. \u201cYou are married to an Igbo woman, but you don\u2019t recognise an Igbo name again.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The doctor laughed, \u201cI am trying. Igbo is not easy, but I have never heard this Igbo name before, I must say,\u201d the doctor admitted.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt means \u2018Don\u2019t do evil\u2019,\u201d the nurse replied with a smile.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI believe that this boy will indeed be evil,\u201d the doctor noted with a slight shiver in his voice, \u201cJust look at his big devil eyes,\u201d he said, pointing to the baby who was now fast asleep. The nurse lunged forward to see what the doctor was referring to. Suddenly the baby woke up and started crying. Then she replied, \u201cGo back to sleep! Why are you crying now? Do I look like your mama?\u201d The nurse was pissed and about to leave the room when the doctor called her back.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhere are you going? Are you mad?\u00a0 Pick up the baby and go feed him some formula milk,\u201d the doctor said, upset with her unsympathetic behaviour.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSorry, Doctor,\u201d the nurse said and carried the baby from the cot.<\/p>\n<p>The doctor thought hard on what had happened and said, \u201cI want you to take the baby home tonight, please. Look after him properly. It is not his fault the mother left him, remember that and be nice. If the mother doesn\u2019t come back in two days to collect him, we\u2019ll drop him at the orphanage,\u201d he commanded and again looked at the name on the paper, thinking upon the irony of it.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0*****<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0Chomp chomp chomp <\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat is that sound?\u201d Emenanjo asked himself. He listened carefully. It was a very familiar sound. The rain had stopped briefly and the bright yellow sun smiled happily through the waning clouds again onto the people below. It was a regular, daily exchange between the sun and the rain in this part of Nigeria. The rain had caused a muddy mess on Emenanjo\u2019s feet. His clothing, which had been soaked, had amazingly dried up within the mere hour since the sun had emerged. Emenanjo was wearing blue jeans and a torn, dirty white shirt. Exhausted, he looked down at his feet and saw how muddy they were. From his knees down to his toes his pants had collected mud, staining it to a dark sandy mess. Emenanjo was not surprised though; he blamed the bad roads that the greedy Aba government did not want to repair. Bad! Just bad!<\/p>\n<p>That was the terrible situation everywhere in just about all parts of Nigeria. Bad roads, bad air, bad pollution, bad electricity, bad government, bad policies and everything else was bad on top of it all. No, not everything else was that bad. Let us talk about the Jamboree! Yes! Jamboree! That was Emenanjo\u2019s favourite subject, a reminiscence of when he was happy. It could make him lick his lips just like a dog does, craving for the meaty bone thrown by its master. Good food, good parties, good people and all around, a good nation.<\/p>\n<p>God bless Nigeria!<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/tumblr_lscvo9EtcZ1qm39ooo2_1280.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-408 size-large\" src=\"http:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/tumblr_lscvo9EtcZ1qm39ooo2_1280-510x340.jpg\" alt=\"tumblr_lscvo9EtcZ1qm39ooo2_1280\" width=\"510\" height=\"340\" srcset=\"https:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/tumblr_lscvo9EtcZ1qm39ooo2_1280-510x340.jpg 510w, https:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/tumblr_lscvo9EtcZ1qm39ooo2_1280-600x400.jpg 600w, https:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/tumblr_lscvo9EtcZ1qm39ooo2_1280-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/adauzoije.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/tumblr_lscvo9EtcZ1qm39ooo2_1280.jpg 640w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 510px) 100vw, 510px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong style=\"font-weight: 600; font-style: inherit;\">The story continue\u2026 Part 6 will be posted on the 19\/07\/2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I hope you enjoy your visit to Igboland? Kindly, leave a comment below.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">THANK YOU<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 CLICK THIS FOR Part 1 &nbsp; MILLIPEDE CHASING Text Copyright \u00a9 Ada Uzoije 2014 All Rights Reserved This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author&#8217;s imagination. 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