Hardware Realisation.

This is impotent on its own without clear fertilizing explanation to grow reasonable meaning or make clear sense. This been our first post of today, I did gave deep thoughts on where I am headed with this post; something personal which happened today 18/01/14 did make me realize something which naturally in its normal state was glaring enough to have made me come to terms with this one very flaw of mine.

Sometimes we have something cooking in the kitchen whilst we are seated in the parlor, eyes glued to the television screen; it is not that we are not aware of the meal almost due to be served, yet we think in our mind; “let me just find out what Sebastian is going to do to Catalina before I go put the pot down, it will not take up to two minutes.”

Ten minutes later...
“What on earth is that burning in this house?”

Our father’s or mother’s voice would echo through the walls of the house from their bedroom.

“Who is burning food in this house? Don’t even tell me it is the food that I am going to eat that is burning? I will deal with you this night!”

Holy cow!!..and we go...; “oh God!!” and off to the kitchen we run. We put the pot down, almost choking from the strong smell of the burnt food. What happened? What went wrong? How come we didn’t perceive the smell of the food the minute it started burning? Of course we did perceive it; the human nose is always active and sensitive enough to smells of burning stuffs; but we shut it down unconsciously when we prioritized the movie or whatever else we have our minds on.
Enough said, now to my story...

Mr. Bayo loves kids; not in the normal way that I love them. The sight of baby girls from the age 2-5years triggers something beautiful in his brain which sends a message down through his spines and neurons down his body, and he reacts to that by giving the feedback of a bulging zipper. Is that normal? I have my answer in my head; I have no idea what yours is. He has always had this special, wonderful feelings induced by baby girls since he was a teenager, and till last year December, it never changed. He used to think he was so lucky to be surrounded by neighbors with such wonderful baby girls. What a thrill it gave him.

Till this very day, nobody knew what has been happening whenever he offers to carry their babies; he was never caught. Now where the hell is karma? Whatever happened to posterity? Every day is for the thief and one day for the owner; how about that?

Parents would come to his room and leave their crying babies with him because he has ‘ways’ of making them quiet and if possible, putting them to sleep. Was he oblivious of the fact that whatever he was doing was immoral and sinful? Has he no idea that it was so frigging against the law? We can lie to everybody but we can’t f…*ng lie to ourselves! Am I angry? Shouldn’t I be? And this brings me to the part where I say “we don’t have to ‘realize’ that whatever we were doing was wrong.” Why? Because we knew deep down, the truth; even before we took those actions; at least we thought about them.

Bayo never got between the kids’ hymen; he rubs his manhood against their genitals to satisfy him, and most times stick it into the mouth of the innocent kids who would suckle away thinking it to be their mother’s nipple. A thief is a thief, be he armed or not, a pedophile is a pedophile no matter how he carries out his acts. Bayo didn’t need to be told he was erring God and man; but then came ‘hardware realization’...

It was 24th night of December, everybody in the compound were busy cooking against the next day been Christmas. Bayo wasn’t home yet; he was in a bus on the highway to his village. Due to traffic and mechanical problems, the bus was still on the road at about 10pm. A lady had her baby sleeping on her bosom next to Bayo. For reasons unknown to Bayo, he wasn’t moved in anyway; maybe because he had his mind on so many things, plus the journey has not been a sweet one. The bus got off the highways into a local road with no street lights except for the vehicles headlamps. Galloping on the bumpy road, sound of explosion was heard and the vehicle pulled to a stop; the tire has been punctured. The driver came down to take a look at the tire while the passengers went into a feast of lamentation; regretting why they had journeyed in this cursed vehicle.

The butt of a gun came down against the driver’s head and he laid still. Out of the bushes came four hefty men; robbers. They had everyone out of the vehicle and the women stripped. Taking all their possession, they were not satisfied; they raped the women one after the other except for one of the robbers; he wants nothing with the women; the liitle girl by her mother caught his attention, he pulled the four years old baby from her mother’s side and did the most abominable thing ever; behind the bus, he struggled with his zipper and finally forced his way into the wailing little girl. Her mother wept bitterly, the passengers cried in their hearts; the cry of the little girl pierced through Bayo’s heart; Tears rolled down his face. The little girl bled profusely.

Two hours later, Bayo is in his village, locked in his room; he still hasn’t said a word to anybody; he was in shock. And then he wept bitterly. He thought he liked them young, now he has seen someone who likes them better.

You think your parents are the worst because they scream at you and enforce curfews? Don’t wait until you see the kid whose parents lock him indoors whenever they leave the house and he has to stand at attention whenever they speak to him because he is afraid of them before you realize’ you have wonderful and caring parents.

You love to gossip; don’t wait until someone spreads a news that will ruin your life before you ‘realize’ it is wrong to spread gossip about other people.

Chidera Reginald.