If there's to be lasting joy,there must be no leaning upon things which at any moment may be snatched away forever

MBOMUZO IN OKWUOHIA AUTONOMOUS COMMUNITY,
OBOWO L.G.A., IMO STATE, NIGERIA.
Okwuohia is a Community in Obowo
L.G.A., of Imo state, Nigeria, that has enviable rich historical background and deep cultural heritage. Okwuohia is the only community in Obowo and the old ETITI District that has four markets covering the four market days in Igbo calendar, namely: Eke, Orie, Afor and Nkwo. All these have distinct locations and hold accordingly.
The community prides herself with many cultural festivals which include Mbomuzo, Ntumaka, Nrim-ji (Iri ji) among others. But the one that attracts people in their numbers to the community is, "MBOMUZO", a-k-a "NKUISI-MKPURU-UKWA".
MBOMUZO simply means, "clearing of the roads ", otherwise known as environmental cleansing, especially with regard to roads leading to traditional centres and matket places. It is intended to make the roads passable again in order to give proper access to the markets and homes of citizens.
In Okwuohia, all roads are cleared very thoroughly starting from individual homes to the Eke-Okwuohia, Orie-Okwuohia, Afor-Okwuohia and Nkwo-Okwuohia market squares. Also, roads leading to major and significant rivers are cleared. For instance, the Onu-iyi-lolo-nwanyi (Onu-ngele) stream at Umuduru Mgbakam is usually kept cleared for the "AHIA-NGANGA" ceremony by the women of Okwuohia during the same period. It has to be noted that all the road clearing and cleansing must be completed on or before the NKWO market day preceding the EKE market day of the ceremony.
NKUISI-MKPURU-UKWA: As said earlier in this write-up, MBOMUZO Okwuohia is also referred to as NKUISI-MKPURU-UKWA. Why?
Ours, is an agrarian community. In those good old days, our people cultivated yams, coco-yams, maize, cassava and mkpokoro in large scales. Farming was done more at locations far away from homes. Due to this, farmers constructed make-shift structures there in the bush/farms, where they rested and had their meals during the toils of the day. Most times, people returned to their homes very late in the evening. Major foods eaten in the farms those days were bread-fruits (Ukwa), palm kernels, yams and coco-yams. The bread-fruits were eaten whole without removing the the shells or the outer covers. Farming took place between the months of January and May, during which period farmers fed on any available food items. When such farmers returned to their homes from their farms in the month of May, they settled down to enjoy more pleasant and well prepared food. They would no longer eat the bread-fruits with their shells. Also, they cleaned their environments that had been left bushy during the period of intensive farming activities in the farms. From their homes, clearing and cleansing progress to the roads that lead to other homes and traditional centres. At this time, people begin to exchange visits with relatives and friends both far and near to show that they have returned home after the farming period in the bush. Such visits are usually reciprocated. During such visits, entertainments are unlimited based on the dispositions of the parties involved. In Okwuohia, after the entertainment at home, people gather at the designated market square to demonstrate it the more. The venue is usually at the ORIE OKWUOHIA, where the EKWIRIKWE music music is played and danced in an organized manner.
EKWIRIKWE MUSIC AND ORDER OF DANCING:
After the presentation and blessing of kola-nuts by the traditional ruler of Okwuohia, who declares the ceremony open after his speech and brief demonstration of the dance, the ceremony begins. Ofeiyi people, who are the custodians of the EKWIRIKWE do a brief demonstration dance. Thereafter, the traditional order of seniority of the three sections of Okwuohia is strictly observed thus: MGBAKAM, OFEIYI and AMARAMOHIA. Finally, a general dance which is usually longer and more thrilling comes up and marks the end of the ceremony.
The EKWIRIKWE music delivers messages which present Okwuohia as place with people of remarkable mutual respect, prowess and noted for wrestling. EKWIRIKWE music is used to caution Okwuohia people not to eat the bread-fruits with the shells again after the Mbomuzo. Hence, "ONYE ATALA UKWA NA MKPEKELE" and "NKUISI-MKPURU-UKWA". This is demonstrated by hitting one's back-side to symbolically discharge the ones eaten previously. Before the EKWIRIKWE dance arena is approached, people sing various songs and dance along the road according to Age Grades, socicultural groups and sections.
MBOMUZO AND THE PRONOUNCEMENT OF DATE.
Only the Eze of Okwuohia, in consultation with you Traditional Council has the powers to announce the date for MBOMUZO every year. Above all, it is a known fact that Okwuohia community is the first among all the communities in Obowo and even the old ETITI District to perform Mbomuzo every year, thus determining the cultural calendar for other communities that perform the same and or related festivals.
Mbomuzo holds in Okwuohia on the second EKE-Okwuohia market day in the month of June every year. Visitors, friends, in-laws and well -wishers of the community visit the community to enjoy the characteristic hospitality and conviviality associated with the ceremony. Entertainment items are unlimited especially according to the preparedness of the individual families and persons during the period. Such entertainment items include and not limited to polished bread-fruit meals, maize pudding, cassava foo-foo, oil-bean pudding and different kinds of drinks.
PROBLEMS:
The festival has suffered from various problems which include but not limited to wrong perceptions, misrepresentation, misconception, ignorance, ineptitude, iconoclasm and apathy. Many, especially the less informed and the neo-religious groups strongly hold to the perception that that the festival is fetish and wasteful (especially those who are not willing to spend their resources to host guests).
ADVANTAGES:
The period leads to keeping the surroundings clean, re-union of families, friends, in-laws and well -wishers, tourist attraction and advancing our cultural heritage including ensuring the acquisition and development of the EKWIRIKWE playing and dancing skills.
In the good old days, women who earnestly took part in the road and market clearing and cleansing and later took part in the AHIA-NGANGA activities after bathing on serious intents at the Onu-Lolo-nwanyi (Onu-Ngele) stream, would appear at Mbomuzo the following year either pregnant or as nursing mothers if they either prayed for or desired such thereby.
MODIFICATIONS SO FAR:
Since culture is dynamic, efforts have been made by the leadership of Okwuohia community, over time, to modify certain aspects of the festival and programmes there-of in order to exponge some questionable and undesirable aspects of it. For instance, the timing and declaration of the date of the festival are now done by the Traditional ruler of Okwuohia in synergy with the Traditional Council. Also, no shrine or deity is either worshipped or honoured before, during and even after the festival. Most times, the traditional rulership open the festival with Christian thanks-giving worship at an agreed Christian church here in Okwuohia.
CONCLUSION:
In line with the realities of the present moments, efforts should be made to allow for acceptable modifications while there should be insistence on protecting and upholding the soul, spirit and purports of the cultural heritage of our dear Okwuohia community especially as regards affects MBOMUZO.
Written by:
Chief Emma C. Anyanwu, (DIKEMBA),
1st Traditional Prime Minister and Currently the Chairman of Okwuohia Traditional Council,
Being a lecture presented by me at the 2019 edition of MBOMUZO festival, at EKE-OKWUOHIA Market Square.

WHAT TO DO WHEN YOUR WIFE REFUSES TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU
I hope am talking to mature people here.

1. PREPARE HER
Sometimes it is not that she does not want to make love to you but that all you have to do is prepare her with foreplay to get her in the mood

2. DO NOT FORCE HER
Do not force yourself on her in the name of demanding for your conjugal rights. Forcing an adult to have sex is demeaning and disrespectful

3. CHECK IF YOU HAVE BEEN HURTING HER EMOTIONS
If you have been hurting or ignoring her emotions, she will struggle to be sexually attracted to you. Women make love with their heart. If her heart is bruised, she will struggle to give you her body

4. CHECK IF LAST TIME YOU WERE TOO ROUGH ON HER
If last time you were too rough on her leaving her vagina, clitoris or nipples sore; she might be uncomfortable about letting you have her. Learn to be gentle

5. CHECK IF YOU HAVE UNADDRESSED ISSUES
If there are matters in your marriage that are not being concluded, intimacy will suffer. Stop ignoring the issues. The sooner you solve them the better

6. CHECK IF SHE SUSPECTS YOU OF CHEATING
If she knows of or suspects you are cheating, it will be a barrier between you two. If you have been cheating, stop it and win back her trust. If she suspects but it is not true, allay her fears and make her secure

7. CUDDLE HER
Sometimes this means more to her than love making. This goes a long way to show her she is not a sex object. This secures her and in doing so, she will enjoy making love with you

8. GAUGE HER MENSTRUATION CYCLE
Know your wife's monthly period cycle. Not every wife lies they are on their periods

9. FIND OUT IF SOMETHING IS STRESSING HER
Maybe there is something outside of your marriage that is disturbing her, maybe it is work issues, financial issues, her health, the children, her parents, a past trauma. Hear her out and show her that you are on her side.

Congratulations on finding your forever person, may your marriage be filled with endless loops, joy, understanding, and unforgettable moments

WOMEN ONLY PRAISE YOU WHEN THEY ARE TAKING ADVANTAGE OF YOU
Dear Young Man,

Be careful when Women are praising you in large numbers, just know you are perhaps doing something wrong.

When you start hearing ..

"Awwn, your wife will enjoy you.”
“You’re not like other men, you’re so different.”
“You’re so sensible. So intelligent.”
“You always know the right thing to say.”
“You’re such a gentleman. So nice.”
"You have a heart of Gold"
"You such a darling " and the list goes on.

At this point , you will think you are doing well and your head will be swollen while your shoulders will be up thinking that you have arrived. Big guy. Some guys (efulefu) even go about bragging about this

Listen up! The moment you start prioritizing yourself, caring less, stop being always available, stop spending recklessly on them, the moment you start saying NO to her manipulative tricks. Everything will change. The same mouth that praises you will rain causes on you.

Then you will start hearing
HE is “stingy,
"too proud.”
“You’ve changed, you’re no longer the sweet guy I used to know.”
“I pity the girl that will marry you.”
You will no longer be intelligent.
You will become “idiot with no sense that doesn't know how to take care of a woman”

The same “nice guy” who was once their dream man is now the villain. Don't be a nice guy.

The praises of women are like sweet poison. It tastes nice, but it can kill your purpose if you continue to simp too low to drink it.

Women don’t just love you for who you are, They love what you’re offering. They love the ride, not the rider. They love the Poverty alleviating scheme you have made available not you the provider.

Take away the gifts, the money, the attention, and suddenly, the “love” starts to look more like customer service.

Let your worth not be tied to how many women are clapping for you. Some are clapping because you’re dancing to their tune. Once you stop, they’ll boo you off the stage.

You are the PRIZE ,they won’t teach you that in school. They won’t teach you that in church. Society won’t even allow you believe it. But it’s the truth.

Young Man, Build yourself. Respect yourself. Be kind, yes, but don’t be foolish. Don’t trade your crown for validation.

Her “I love you” will be loudest when your pocket is full and your standards are low.

But when you start walking like a king, talk like a king, and live like a man who knows his worth, They will say: “he’s proud.”

Let them talk.

Get used to their hate.
You’re not here to be liked.

Stay dangerous.

Assumption is what lands a lot of people in directionless relationships.

Stop assuming that everybody is like you or wants what you want.

Just because someone proposed a relationship doesn’t mean they’re thinking about your future.
It doesn’t mean they see marriage. It doesn’t mean they’ve prayed. And it definitely doesn’t mean they’re ready.

Do we realise that sometimes, people ask for relationships simply because they’re lonely?

Or bored. Or emotionally hungry.

Not because they’ve counted the cost of love.
Not because they’ve envisioned a future with you.

You cannot afford to assume that just because someone showed interest, they also carry intention.

This is how many people end up heartbroken building castles in the air while the other person is just enjoying the breeze.

You have to talk.
You have to ask the uncomfortable questions.
You have to clarify vision, values, and direction.
Not after feelings have settled in but from the beginning.

It is one issue I have with talking stages. People claim to be in talking stages but don’t talk important things.

Tell them why you date.
Let them know what you’re looking for.
Give them the chance to say, “That’s not what I want,” so you can exit early before you get emotionally entangled in a story that was never yours to finish.

Be intentional with your life and stop partnering with time wasters.

My pride and joy

“When I met my wife Simi, 12 years ago, I was still living in one small room. I had nothing, and my income as a corp member was just 20,000 naira. When she discovered I had sickle cell, she didn’t leave me like the other girls I had been with. She was happy to visit me in my small room, where we played and found joy together. Today, we have everything we could have dreamed of, and my only wish now is to make her the happiest woman on earth for believing in me. Thank you, my dear wife, for 12 amazing years of love and support.”

- Adekunle Gold

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Guys be very careful ooooo

Enjoy yourself oooo

Plan your life well ooo

If you die because of woman pressure she will join these ladies ooo. Enjoy yourself now and avoid taking laws into your hands with gallon and lighter

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AFTER LEAVING HIS WIFE PENNILESS, HE MET HER YEARS LATER—AND COULDN’T BELIEVE HIS EYES

Arthur had always prided himself on being the master of his own destiny. Even during his college years, he commanded attention with his sharp business instincts. While his classmates buried themselves in books, Arthur was already immersed in entrepreneurial ventures—flipping cars one week, assembling custom computers the next.

It was during this phase of his life that he met Michelle. Unlike Arthur’s flashy and superficial girlfriends, Michelle was a quiet, hardworking student majoring in foreign languages. Her modesty set her apart, and to Arthur, she was intriguing in a way he hadn’t expected.

He pursued her with charm and persistence. Michelle, dazzled by the attention of the campus’s most popular guy, quickly fell for him.

“You’re so beautiful,” Arthur would say, dismissing her studies with a wave of his hand. “Why waste your time in school? Marry me, and I’ll take care of everything.”

Michelle hesitated. “I want to work as a translator,” she said shyly. “I want to connect with people from all over the world.”

Arthur laughed. “You can practice your languages with my business partners.”

Eventually, she gave in. They married, and life seemed full of promise. Money was never a problem, and soon their first child, Dimka, was born. Michelle embraced motherhood wholeheartedly. When their daughter, Lenochka, arrived a few years later, her days became consumed with caring for two young children.

Michelle once considered hiring a nanny to balance work and parenting, but Arthur shut the idea down. “Kids need their mother,” he insisted.

While Michelle poured herself into raising their family, Arthur threw himself into his business—or so he claimed. He always seemed to have funds for luxury items like a new car or a state-of-the-art TV. Yet when Michelle asked for something as small as a new hairdryer, he’d scoff and say, “The old one works just fine.”

Years passed, and the children grew older. Michelle began to feel an aching loneliness. Arthur’s time at home dwindled, and when he was there, his phone never left his hand. Any suggestion of a date night or family outing was met with a firm “I’m too busy.” Somehow, though, he always found time for his friends.

Then, one day, Arthur dropped a bombshell.

“We need to split up,” he said bluntly. “I’m tired of this family routine. I have my own life to live, and I need my freedom.”

Michelle was stunned. “Split up? What do you mean? What about the kids? What about us?”

“You’re a mother. You’ll figure it out,” Arthur said with a shrug. That same evening, he packed his belongings and left without looking back.

At least he left her the house—but not a single penny to her name.

Michelle’s once-comfortable life fell apart in an instant. Desperate to provide for her children, she scoured the city for work, often leaving Dimma and Lessie with a kind neighbor. Eventually, she landed a job as a cleaner at a shopping mall, but it wasn’t enough. She started working night shifts to make ends meet, and the exhaustion quickly took its toll.

Just when it seemed things couldn’t get any worse, tragedy struck. Michelle received a devastating call from her mother about her beloved grandfather. Overwhelmed by grief, she summoned every ounce of strength to carry on.

When she visited the notary’s office to settle her grandfather’s affairs, she received the surprise of her life. It turned out her grandfather had been quietly investing in company shares for years. He left his entire fortune to Michelle.

Determined to rebuild her life, Michelle used the inheritance wisely. She took professional development courses to re-enter her field and invested part of the money in a small neighborhood café. The café thrived and quickly became a local favorite.

One busy afternoon, Michelle was behind the counter when the chime of the doorbell signaled new guests. She looked up to greet them—and froze.

Standing in the doorway was Arthur, arm in arm with a striking young blonde.

“Good afternoon. What can I get for you?” Michelle asked, her voice calm and professional.

Arthur glanced up from the menu, doing a double take when he recognized her. “Michelle? Are you working here as a waitress?” he asked with thinly veiled smugness.

“Yes, I work here,” she replied evenly. “What would you like to order?”

Arthur smirked. “Two cappuccinos and some croissants. Well, well—how the tables have turned. I assumed you were still scrubbing floors. Guess this is an upgrade, huh?”

The blonde laughed, clearly enjoying the joke.

“Your order will be ready shortly,” Michelle said, turning toward the counter.

When she returned with their drinks and pastries, Arthur couldn’t resist another jab. “You seem to be doing okay. Maybe serving coffee really is your true calling.”

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HIS MOTHER-IN-LAW S3DUC3D HIM UNTIL HE GOT HER PREGNANT.

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Veronica was not your typical mother-in-law. I mean, not every mother-in-law is the same; some come with prayers, wrappers, and love, while others come with lipstick, secrets, and destr--uction. Veronica was the second kind.

She was the kind of woman who never accepted she was old, always saying things like, "I'm still h--ot," or "I'm still in town." She dressed like a teenager: short, see-through skirts, crop tops, long eyelashes, and heavy makeup that made people stare.

She walked like the streets still belonged to her, spoke with bold confidence, and never accepted that age had touched her. She didn't visit her daughters like a normal mother; she showed up like she was coming for a nightclub audition.

To Veronica, her daughter's husband wasn't family; he was an opportunity, another fine man she could lay in b--ed with. And she did it – not once, not twice, but multiple times. She wasn't just a problem; she was a st--orm.

Meanwhile, across town, Nancy, her daughter, lived a very different life. Nancy was the kind of woman every man would be proud to have. Her skin was smooth like ripe mango, and her smile could calm a crying baby. She was kind, quiet, and very hardworking. Everyone who met her said the same thing: "This girl is wife material."

Nancy had a man, his name was Aika. He was tall like a coconut tree, with skin that shone like polished wood. His voice was soft, his steps gentle, and his heart was full of love.

He had big houses, fine cars, big businesses, and plenty of money in the bank. But above all, he had only one thing in mind: to marry Nancy and start a peaceful life with her.

Nancy had everything a young woman could wish for: a good job, a gentle man, and a heart full of joy. But inside her chest, under her happiness, there was a small fear, a quiet fear that stayed like a lizard behind cardboard.

That fear was her mother, Veronica. Veronica was her mother by b--lood, yes, but she was not like other mothers. She was different, and Nancy knew deep down in her heart that if anything was ever going to spoil her joy, it would come from that woman.

But she never said it out loud; she just smiled and kept planning her wedding.

Veronica was not a mother like Mama Anki or Mama Zab; she was different, very different.

She had Nancy when she was just a small girl herself, a teenager. Her parents chased her out of the house when they saw her belly growing like a yam.

She cried, she begged, but they shut the door and told her, "Go and face what you started." From that day, Veronica began to suffer under the hot sun.

She carried oranges on her head, she sold sachet water in traffic, she begged strangers for coins. Her feet were always dusty, and her stomach always empty.

But Veronica had something: beauty. She was fine, too fine. Her skin glowed, her bo--dy curved like a question mark, and men started to notice. One man came one night; he offered her food and a soft bed, but he wanted her bo--dy in return. She agreed. That night, her life changed.

That was how Veronica entered the world of easy money: one man today, another man tomorrow. She began to wear short clothes, paint her li--ps red like tomatoes, and walk with her che--st high like a peacock.

She went from sleeping on cartons to sleeping in hotels, from begging for food to buying fried rice at night.

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