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On Becoming von Makinwa, Toke (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 28.11.2016
  • Verlag: BookBaby
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On Becoming

Toke never envisaged that she would be a successful media personality. She began her journey as a bubbly child but grew into a lonely teenager after the devastating loss of both her parents. For so long after, it seemed as though she would never find herself. On Becoming is the real Toke Makinwa telling us what it is like to be one of the most talked about celebrities in Nigeria. She reveals the truth behind her 14-year relationship with the man she finally married. A marriage that ended in an atrocious scandal that nearly brought her to her knees. In the wake of the peaks and troughs that characterise Toke's experiences, she now shares her struggle with blinding betrayal, finding forgiveness and drawing strength from her faith in God. On Becoming is Toke's journey through pain to victory.

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    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: AdobeDRM
    Seitenzahl: 200
    Erscheinungsdatum: 28.11.2016
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781483587318
    Verlag: BookBaby
    Größe: 644kBytes
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On Becoming

3 loss The most persistent memory from my childhood is of a smell. A smell of rubber, gas, charred flesh and burning clothes - a memory from the day that changed everything. We had just finished our morning devotion that Monday and I was lying on one of the brown chairs in our living room. My dad would ring a bell to wake us up and we would all assemble in the living room to pray, sing, and listen to a Bible lesson. It always took me a while to get up from the chair to shower and get ready for school after devotion. I loved going to school but the process of waking up so early to commune with God before the day started was exhausting for me as a child, so I had to take a rest first. Besides, it was still very early in the morning. Then I heard a loud bang. Thunder, I thought. Suddenly my dad was breaking down the front door and there was commotion everywhere. The key to the front door had been missing for some time so we had been taking the back door in and out, but here was my dad breaking down the front door. Then I was barefoot downstairs, watching as a crowd gathered. I must have gone into shock. I had no idea how I'd gotten downstairs, and I couldn't find any of my siblings. There was a fire in our flat. The bang I had heard was the sound of the gas cylinder exploding. My mum had gotten the cylinder on Friday and brought it home only to discover a leak when it was turned on. She left instructions with Grace, who had been on duty that weekend, saying that the cylinder was not to be used and that she would return it on Monday. There was no way to contact the gas people before then. We had used a kerosene stove throughout the weekend. When the other help, Ruth, returned early that Monday morning, Grace didn't pass on the information because they weren't talking. Ruth, unaware of the danger, had put on the gas cylinder and tried to light the cooker. She died in the first blast. Grace survived the first blast but later died in the hospital. My dad had come out of the building smelling of burning rubber, putting out the fire on his shorts as he tried to explain what had happened to a crowd that seemed to be getting bigger every minute. I could see his lips move but I couldn't hear him because I didn't leave my spot. It wasn't bright yet, I took comfort in the dark. There was something I could taste in my mouth: it was fear. Fear gripped me and I could barely move. I'm not sure my dad even saw me as he walked past me. In movies, you sometimes see a scene with someone burning from head to toe, screaming and trying to fight the flames. It happened right in front of me. Everyone ran back trying to figure out who it was and how to put out the flames, shouting advice from a safe distance. It took me a moment to realise that it was mum. I stood glued to the spot, watching her burn. Then she was rolling around in the sand trying to put out the flames in the most macabre dance I have ever seen. I heard someone mention pouring water on her to put out the fire but the group of people who had now moved closer to her advised against it as she was already in too much pain. The fire was eventually put out, my mum and dad were put in the back seat of our Peugeot car and a neighbour got into the driver's seat. I went to stand by the car door and I saw both of them seated beside each other, and that smell hit me. Even after they were driven to the hospital I could still smell it. Meanwhile, people worked feverishly to keep the fire from spreading to other apartments. It was too late to save our apartment as well as the lifetime of memories and property my parents had worked for. My mum's friend spotted me in the crowd and took me and my siblings to her house. We were already there before we realised that none of us had seen my baby brother and my cousin. My mum's older sister, Big Mummy, and my mum were v

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