"When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and I could say, I used everything you gave me" Erma Bombeck Hello, welcome to Vinapriscaz blog. My name is Amadi Ogechi Vinaprisca. The whole reason for this blog is to utilize my talents and develop myself on positive things. And I use things I see around me; things going wrong in the society. They say change begins with you, so I want to speak against these ills in my own way, through creative stories. Youths are leaders. The problem is that we don't realize it early enough. Let's make our voices heard; let's stand up to the evils ravaging our society. Don't wait till you become the president! Let the world feel your impacts, in any little way you can. So in this blog, I will take you through relaxing stories that illustrate real life events. Feel free to comment and let me know your thoughts and ideas. Note that all stories here
We were in the sitting room one night watching television when we heard loud laughter from Chima’s room. We ran to check, and there was my brother seated on the floor pointing at the window and laughing hysterically. My mum broke down in tears, ‘heeeeeiiii my enemies have done it! My only son has gone mad. What have I done to deserve this? Haaaaa! I’m finished. My only son!’. At the word “mad”, I remembered Aunt Esther’s words, “let madness fall on you”. I looked at my brother and felt goose bumps on my skin. Chima had indeed gone mad. I was stupefied. Was Aunt Esther a witch? How can Chima be mad? These and many other questions filled my heart as I watched my mum wail. My dad walked in the room while I followed him and became aware of the smoky smell. We didn’t have to search for the source; right in front of my brother were rolls of tobacco wrapped in papers. My dad opened his mouth in shock. Chima was a smoker. My dad looked like he had been punched in the chest. We couldn’t fathom