Saturday, 4 July 2015

HORMONE KINETICS




Few months to my Senior Secondary School Leaving Certificate Examination (SSCE) my landlady issued me a sudden quit notice four months ahead of my next due date for payment, the old lady would have none of my pleas as she handed me the one week notice. Her son was returning from the United States and she needed to renovate the apartment for him to occupy.
I have been living alone since my family moved to Abuja. My dad was transferred to the Supreme Court and I needed to complete my senior secondary school (high school) before joining them.
Confused and perplexed I dressed up and headed for school, as I approached the School gate I suddenly realized that in the midst of the confusion I had left my school bag at home, such was my state of mind as entered the classroom.
I spent 9 days living in an abandoned car, sneaking in at night and rising up early to avoid any suspicion all in a bid to tell the world am old enough to take care of myself. During that period,
 I spoke to my father several times using the public phone booth without letting him know his Son was a homeless student. One night, as I lay on a mat inside the abandoned car, I could hear the cry of a young girl been molested by hoodlums, as her cry echoed through the darkness I realized I had taken a decision that could potentially cost me my life.

With mosquitoes having filled nights draining blood from my veins, and the bark of several rabies infected stray dogs interrupting my sleep for nine days, I gave up and sought for help.

The sudden surge of hormones at teenage age will continue to play an important part in the life of young people. As they struggle to come to terms with their emerging sexuality, many will make decisions that could significantly alter their lives forever.

So many interests compete for our young people, from drug barons to sex traffickers who are constantly looking for ways to revive their ageing workforce by perpetually enslaving these young minds.These recruitment schemes have polluted the blood lines in many communities transforming promising young men and women into lawful captives.

One of the greatest challenge facing young people today, is the large scale availability of half-truth’s and manipulated facts. If young people are our greatest asset in a war that must be won then we must be willing to extricate them at whatever cost from the clutches of those who seek to exploit their weaknesses and constructively engage them in the conceptualization and formulation of policies and programmes geared towards influencing behavioral patterns in
the society.

Quote

Shoving policies and programmes down the throats to young people has

never worked and never will
—Oche Otorkpa


MY STORY



My name is Hadiza, I am 30 years old and a Graduate of computer science from the Bayero University Kano, North west Nigeria.I decided to tell my own story because I felt the burden on my shoulders will only be lifted when I let others know what I put myself through.

Few years ago, I was engaged to be married to Bashir the son of my Father’s Best friend Alhaji Tanko. We had grown up together so I knew him quite well. All was going on well until I attended Rukkaya’s 20th Birthday Party. It was at that event I was introduced to Shehu, a good
looking Insurance Executive who was working in Katsina at that time.

After that meeting, we exchanged few visits and the relationship blossomed despite protests from Bashir my fiancé.
Shehu was a man who could make any woman laugh, I enjoyed his company and felt nothing could ever separate us. As our relationship advanced, my behavior towards Bashir changed completely and all attempts by friends and family members to settle the rift tore us
further apart, not even my father could make me change my mind as my heart was fixed.

 Bashir was heartbroken but I had moved on. One day, while going through Shehu’s mobile phone I realized Ihad made the biggest mistake of my entire life, Shehu was a Snake!Unknown to Rukkaya my friend and Bilkisu my classmate Shehu was dating the three of us simultaneously including other girls we did not know.
When I confronted Shehu, he flared up and gave me the beating of my life. Faced with the reality that I have burnt all my bridges,
I returned to the hostel the following day, treated my wounds and moved on with life as if nothing happened.13 months later, I graduated with a second class upper degree and
by this time Bashir had married my cousin Zaliha and they were expecting their first child.

During the Worlds AIDS Day, five years ago I accidentally came across an organization conducting free voluntary confidential counseling and testing. I decided to screen myself, that was when Idiscovered that I was carrying the virus.

It’s Been 5 years now, and every day I wake up I just can’t seem to forgive myself, the agony of taking drugs for the rest of my Life seem too much for me to bear.

As I open the container of Anti-retroviral drugs every morning and evening I am constantly reminded that we are a products of the choices we make.

Quote:
“I am not a saint, unless you think of a saint as a sinner who keeps on
trying.” -Nelson Mandela