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Watch RWISA Write: Joy Nwosu Lo-Bamijoko

August is Watch RWISA Write month. Today, we celebrate author Joy Nwosu Lo-Bamijoko!

 

WOMAN

 

He calls me Woman because that’s the way some men refer to their wives in this part of the world. He calls me Woman! But I have a name.

Ngozi is alone in her house. She sits all alone in her well-furnished parlor, on a love sofa, reading a magazine. Beside her on a side table is a glass of red wine from which she sips. Her feet rests comfortably on a beautifully decorated ottoman. Her toenails are not painted, but are well-manicured, so are her fingernails. In front of her, a wide screen television shows a soap opera. The sound is tuned low so she can hear the dialogue as well as hear what is happening around her.  Calm and peace surround her, but not for long.

 

She hears a car pulling stealthily into her open garage. She knows who it is. Her moments of peace and reprieve are over. With haste, she quietly puts everything away; her glass of wine, the wine bottle, her magazine, and she wipes and cleans away the telltale signs like the reclining sofa that shows she was resting. She turns off the television and hurries into the inner room of her house.

 

Emeka walks stealthily into the house with his briefcase, without making any sound, as if to catch the wife in some mischief. He sniffs aroundand scans the house with his eyes looking for her. Everything is spick and span clean, and there are no signs of any mischief in his house. Finding nothing to hold against his wife, he tosses his briefcase onto one of the sofas. He walks to the switch board and puts on the fan, picks up the newspaper, flops down on the sofa, and pulls at his tie to loosen it. He crosses his legand reads his newspaper.

 

Ngozi returns to the parlor with a tray.

 

 “You are back!” She smiles and offers Emeka a glass of water. “Your food is ready,” she says, walking away toward the dining area.

 

You are back, you say.  What do you think, that I won’t be back?” He sucks his teeth and goes to the dining table to eat.

 

She serves him his food.

 

He finishes eating and withdraws to his room … mind you, they sleep in separate rooms—he changes into something comfortable; khaki shorts and a white tee.  He returns to the parlor, sits down again, and reads his newspaper.

 

Ngozi finishes tidying up the dining room and the kitchen and returns to the parlor, sits and picks up her magazine to read.

 

“Have you nothing to do, Woman?” Emeka frowns at her.

 

“Is there anything you want me to do for you?” she fires back without looking up from her magazine. Emeka looks at her with a frown on his face.

 

“What is this new thing about sitting around doing nothing?”

 

“I have finished my work, and I am resting!”

 

“Resting from what? Have you mended the button that fell off my shirt this morning? Have you fixed it?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“And my socks?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Emeka tries to think of something else to say, some job she must have missed, and not coming up with anything, he shrugs. “Well, if you have nothing else to do, find yourself something to do.” He returns to his reading and, at the same time, waits for her to leave.

 

Ngozi doesn’t move. He wants me to leave?! He doesn’t even think of me as his wife. He calls me Woman. As if calling me his wife will give me the respect he isn’t willing to give me; the respect he has always denied me all through this marriage.

 

I know why he calls me Woman. To put me down, way below him, so that he can continue trampling on me.  He knows that as a wife, he will owe me the respect which will allow me to sit here with him, relax and read, if I want. But, as Woman, I will always remain his thing, his toy, his property to be bullied into subjection. I will not leave. Let him do his worse!

 

She sits tight, but alert.  She doesn’t know what her stubbornness this time will trigger, but she sits nervously, waiting for his next move. She fixes her eyes on the magazine, but lowers it enough for her to see Emeka’s movements. She has been on the receiving end before for less than this, with him throwing objects at her or whipping her with his belt.

 

Not anymore! This time, I will fight him if he tries to lay a finger on me.

 

Emeka is also jittery. He is used to being obeyed. He doesn’t understand this new attitude from Woman. After many years and four kids, she should know his likes and dislikes. Why is she being so stubborn? For much less than this, he would have taught her a good lesson. Where is she getting this courage from, enough to challenge him? Our people say that if you come out in the morning and your chicken begins to chase you, you better run because you don’t know whether the chicken grew teeth the night before. Woman has grown more than just teeth, she has grown wings!

 

“Did you hear me Woman?” he growls at her.

 

Woman stands up, slaps her magazine on the small center table, and huffs and puffs as she walks away.

 

Emeka tenses up with a level voice.  “What do you think you are doing, Woman?”  She doesn’t respond and continues to walk away.

 

“Stop!” Emeka shouts.  She stops, turns, her expression questioning. 

 

He fumes. “Can’t you understand that when I come home, I want to rest! I work myself to death from morning till night to provide for you, and when I come home, you will not allow me to rest.”

 

“What have I done? What did I say?”

 

 “You are disturbing me. Do you hear that? You are disturbing me!” he shouts.

 

“What do you want me to do?” Ngozi asks, feigning remorse.

 

Emeka glares at her and holds her gaze for as long as it suits him; then he shrugs and resumes his reading.

 

Ngozi returns to her seat, picks up her magazine, and flips noisily through the pages. Emeka looks at her with a twisted upper lip. He realizes that Woman is looking for a show down.

 

Woman on her part is thinking that after so many years of marriage and four kids, she has earned respect for herself. She deserves, no, she demands to be respected. This house is her house, too. She has every right to enjoy it as much as he does. She works herself too hard cleaning, cooking, and making the house comfortable, for her not to enjoy it, as well.

 

The days are gone when she squirmed at the sound of his car, his voice, his threats. Now, with her children grown, and in position to defend her from their father, she sure has grown wings. Her kids have warned their father of the repercussions of beating their mother ever again. She smiles to herself.

 

He cannot touch me anymore. I have arrived. Is he even sure that he can defeat me in a fight? I know I can beat him! After all, I’m bigger than him. Why should I find something to do when I have nothing to do? What is wrong with sitting down and relaxing? Why should he relax and not me? He doesn’t work more than I do.

 

Emeka stares at Woman some more, and then he gathers his things and walks off. Ngozi does not even raise her head from her magazine.

 

After casually turning another page in the magazine, she says, “My name is Ngozi.”

 

Joy Nwosu Lo-Bamijoko, RWISA Author Page

 

 

Pregnant Future: A Brand New Book by Joy Nwosu Lo-Bamijoko

My dear friend and author Joy Nwosu Lo-Bamijoko has stopped by The Indie Spot to share news concerning her brand new book release! It is truly my pleasure to share this space with this incredible woman. Take it away, Joy…

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Pregnant Future
(No One Knows What Tomorrow Will Bring)
A True-Life Memoir

BOOK BLURB:

Justina was a fighter. And, although it seemed the world was against her and her future was destined for failure…she persevered in the face of it all.

The future that was being thrown in her face, was not the one she had dreams of…and if she wanted to get her feet on the right path

She was going to have to show the world her strength. But, does she?

Will she have the will to make it to the end, unscarred?

What would you do if you knew what the future had in store for you?

Would you run towards it with open arms, or would you run away and never look back?

Justina must make a choice … before life chooses for her

Justina is every young woman who found herself alone in the world to fend for herself. It is the story of the pitfalls that await such a woman. It is the story of survival

How the Book Was Born:

This was a very difficult book for me to write. It was supposed to be my first published book, but because of the dread I had about events contained in the book, and the fear of spilling my guts for all to see, I circled away from it and wrote about other things. I wrote about other people’s fears and struggles, about their disappointments and victories, and all the time, I was asking myself, what about the fears and struggles you personally witnessed and endured?

In 1962, I was practically smuggled out of Nigeria, out of the continent of Africa, to a foreign country, a European country where English was not spoken. No one prepared me for the trauma of finding myself where I was the odd person out. The plan was originally for me to go to Dublin, but somehow, the plan was changed, for the better, I was told. Instead of a scholarship by the Holy Rosary Sisters, who trained and nurtured me, the scholarship was up-graded to a government scholarship.

At the time, I was ecstatic about the upgrade. I was even looking expectantly forward to being in Rome. I was still a child in everything, never having been exposed to the outside world. There I was, alone, and lost.

I mentioned being smuggled out. Yes. I was spoken for, and my fiancé was determined to sabotage my leaving the country, in any way he could. So, I had to leave in a hurry without his knowledge. No one will ever know how it feels like to be alone and lost, unless one has lived it.

Justina of this story is me, muddling through life, falling and rising. In the end, I can sit, look back and shudder. I am still in awe of what I have become. It is only by the grace of God that I am who I am today.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

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Joy has written and published extensively on national and international scholarly journals, magazines, and newspapers.
Her first short story I Come from Utopia was published in African Voices, Spring/Summer, 2007, pg. 18. Since then, she has published numerous others in RAVE SOUP FOR THE WRITER’S SOUL Anthology, Bks 1-3.
Mirror of Our Lives: Voices of Four Igbo Women was published in 2011, and was shortlisted for the Commonwealth Book Contest in 2012. She has also two books published in the Italian language.
The Legend of the Walking Dead: Igbo Mythologies, is a journey into the mysteries of life and death of the Igbos of Nigeria was published in 2014

In Pregnant Future, her new Novel, Justina is the story of every young woman who found herself alone in the world to fend for herself. It is the story of the pitfalls that await such a woman. It is the story of survival

Author of:

Legend of The Walking Dead: Igbo Mythologies
Mirror of Our Lives: Voices of Four Igbo Women
Pregnant Future

CONTACT:

Website: https://thelookingglassjnlb.wordpress.com
Blog: www.Jinlobify.Com
Twitter: @Jinlobify
Facebook: Facebook

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A Day of Joy!

Hello, dear readers. It is truly my pleasure and an honor to introduce indie author Joy Nwosu Lo-Bamijoko. Joy is not just a talented writer, she is also an incredible supporter of others who have taken the indie road. Take it away, Joy…

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Joy’s Bio

Life at  the University of Lagos (Unilag):

When I was hired as Lecturer II by the University of Lagos in April, 1975, I applied to Radio Nigeria for a transfer to Unilag, but was denied a transfer. My then boss vowed that the only way I could leave was to resign. He was shocked that I could get a job at the University with what he believed was an inadequate qualification. Only God knows what else he did underground to stop my getting the job.

However, my first two years at the University were good.  My colleagues were happy to see me join them.  I had already made a name for myself as Joy Nwosu, the Voice. Ayo and I teamed up for his and my concerts.  Then Akin Euba joined us.  He came in already a professor. I believe that was the deal he made for taking him from the University of Ife to the University of Lagos.  I was happy when he joined us, and was planning for the great things we could do together.  I loved all my colleagues because they were all great men in music; Laz Ekwueme, Ayo Bankole and Akin Euba. I was honored to be among them.

The same year Akin joined the University; rumors started filtering in that I may not be qualified to be a lecturer at the University.  These rumors, I learned later were coming from my colleagues at the Radio station. A top professors at the Faculty of Arts started putting pressure on Ayo and Akin to expose me. Laz was considered my mentor, the one instrumental in getting me hired, so he was excluded, but he let me know what was going on.

At the time, we had a wonderful man at the helm of affairs at Unilag, The Vice Chancellor, Professor Ade Ajai, may God bless him.  I went to him to complain about the rumors, and to tell him that I was ready to go to the US for my Ph.D. to stop the rumors.  By this time, Laz had also become a professor.  So Professor Ade Ajai suggested to me that I should do my Ph.D. at Unilag, under the supervision of the two professors of music that we had. Prof. Ekwueme was doubtful about the outcome, but Professor Euba was blunt and did not mince words with me. He told me that he did not believe that I was qualified to do a Bachelor’s degree, how much more a Ph.D.  He followed up this claim by going to the Italian Embassy in Lagos with my Italian credentials translated by him, to get the Italian Ambassador in Lagos to agree with his translations, and to sign it as correct.  He did not speak Italian, nor did he understand the Italian system of rating their credentials.

I came to know about this because, the Ambassador himself, who knew me quite well because I was a regular performer at the Embassy, sent his driver to Unilag to pick me up and take me to the embassy. There he told me about this man who came to him with a lady, and tried to talk him into signing his translation of my credentials and assessment as correct.

“Of course I refused to sign his papers.” He told me. “I told him that we have a department in Italy that deals with certificate assessments, that he should send his papers there for proper assessment if he really wanted to know the truth about my qualifications.  Now, my advice to you is to leave that place if they do not believe in you.”

I left the embassy in shock and determined to follow the Ambassador’s advice.  Luck was on my side.  It was 1977, and FESTAC was just winding down, when the US embassy in Lagos offered a number of exchange visitor scholarships to some Nigeria artistes, and I was one of them. I took the opportunity of my visit to the US to apply and audition for schools.

Months after I returned from the US, I received a letter of admission to a doctoral program in music education from the University of Michigan.  I was aesthetic!  I first ran to Professor Ekwueme with my letter.  After he read it he asked whether I have shown it to Professor Euba, I said no but that I was going to do so immediately. By this time Professor Euba treated me like a parrier. He will not return my greeting if I greeted him. I knocked at his door, opened and entered.  I had a broad smile on my face, and he was scowling at me.

“I want you to see this.” I told him handing him the letter.  While he read it I watched his face for reactions. He put the letter down quietly on his table, stood up and offered me his hand and said, “Congratulations colleague.”

I took my letter from his desk, folded it and walked out of his office.

I later learned that the witch hunt on me started from my former boss at Radio Nigeria.  They wanted Ayo to be the one to flush me out, but Ayo refused.  May his soul rest in peace.

Websites:         http://sbpra.com/joylobamijoko/  Mirror of Our Lives …..

                           http://sbprabooks.com/JoyNwosuLoBamijoko/ Legend of the Walking…

Buy Legend…..from Amazon.Com:

http://www.amazon.com/Legend-Walking-Dead-Igbo-Mythologies-ebook/dp/B00JLYFCQS/

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http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/legend-of-the-walking-dead-joy-nwosu-lo-bamijoko/1119171565

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http://www.amazon.com/Mirror-Our-Lives-Women/dp/1450278965

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http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/mirror-of-our-lives-joy-nwosu-lo-bamijoko/1102630079?ean=9781450278966

 

Book Trailer:  https://youtu.be/UhSyMaUz0Uk
Link to my Blog:         jinlobify.Com 

FaceBook Link: https://www.facebook.com/joy.lobamijoko

Twitter Handle: @Jinlobify

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