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  Sense of humor: #nigerian national treasure As always, we are being bullied into silence and people have begun to give up, with hashtags such as #visa #redsea #canada trending on Twitter. Nigerians are a special breed, masking deep pain with a good sense of humor. Devastated, disappointed, sad, does not come close to describing how I have felt since the national broadcast yesterday. For a moment, I thought there was hope. Events unfolding in the past days have left me speechless. Poverty is so deep in the system, that with peanuts people are willing to give up the truth and sell their future. Let us just see how events unfold, but to win this fight, poverty needs to be dealt with, because not everybody will fight on an empty stomach. We can take words to the grassroots as much as we want, educate the old and young, and still not achieve anything because they have created a system where people only care about what goes into their pockets and mouths.  Money is a very sca...

  We sometimes over attach to people we call friends and we find our actions being met with indifference and our energy being unmatched in this one-sided relationship. Don't overestimate your place in people’s life. Make friends with people that are ready to make friends with you, familiarize yourself with people that want you to, don’t force things, don’t push too hard, normalize having a strong small circle if possible. However, do not forget that people get attracted to success so they may flock around you when it comes, still, live your life! You look down on yourself every day thinking you are the smallest in your circle, a lot wish to have what you have but they do not, and until you place that value on yourself, only then can others see it, you are valuable, no matter what, stop playing small. Never force relationships, I know it hurts but you gotta give yourself some respect baby girl. In essence, life is short and we can die at any time, we should try to make every day...

  Another quite complicated book, right from the beginning of the book, evil loomed in that household for unexplainable reasons. Spiritual, mysterious. One would have mistaken Ikenna’s outburst as normal teenage problems, the withdrawal, and all. But it was beyond this, evil was bound to happen and as if compelled by a force to move into doom, he kept making mistakes. Also, the importance of jointly raising children as parents were emphasized, especially boys, they tend to need male models and boundaries to be established because once caution is thrown to the wind it could be very deadly and dangerous even for the family. On each page, there is particular suspense that hangs in the air and makes you want to proceed to the next page to find out. Quite enjoyable to read but also unpredictable and not your regular kind of story.

*No one told us that sometimes evil is found much closer to home, and that those who want to harm us can have the most soothing and familiar voices * * My legs were thrown apart. I felt a sharp pain as bros T pushed into my unwelcoming body, my spirit floated high up to the ceiling…….i felt pain, deep pain inside me.* Morayo’s pain was so relatable, so real, so well described. This was a girl who was raped before she even knew what it meant, way before her first period, she had sex, got pregnant, and aborted without knowing what it actually meant. Bros T was evil! she had to not only bear the pain of it all but the uncomfortable silence that filled the home thereafter and a strained relationship with her mother. This book broke my heart and it made me cry because it is the reality of many girls around the world with no one to shield them from the wickedness. Aunty Morenikeji’s was a sad one also, it was an obvious power play and a game of oppression by chief Komolafe. There a...

           Days before Eid,  we would make our hair, get our clothes and shoes ready, and clean the house. On the eve,  we would spread our clothes neatly on the chair with the new shoes and accessories. Then  First thing in the morning, dressed up in our Sallah clothes usually the native first, we would call the photographer to come and take pictures of us.  After which we would follow my dad to “yidi” praying ground, usually with thousand other followers, my dad would always be in a  hurry so we could meet up with the prayers and get to the praying ground on time.  Then the prayers would be led by the chief Imam who had his own style of reciting, especially the surat’ ul Fatiha, in a song-like tone.  After the prayers, we would then wait behind to wave at the Emir and the governor’s procession with people chanting ‘shehu’ ‘Shehu with their fists thrown up in the air. During the big Eid, we would go to my grandma’s hous...

It took me so long to finish this book. What kind of book is this? Was what came to mind after I finished reading. Rage, anger, love, hatred, revenge! Why can't we just marry who we want, why should there be buts that keep us from marrying who we love? Nonso was only a naive man who had no exposure and fell in love with the wrong woman. Although she loved him but love is not enough and as is the case with many people, your family has a say in who you marry. In all, anger is a very ruthless emotion that can lead us into making wrong decisions. He loved a woman so much that he made his entirety about her and this was a decision that affected his life badly. I hope he can live with himself when he finds out what he did.

It’s been a while on here, I’ve not written in over a month.  To the main gist, have you ever stayed in a one-room apartment?, the one they refer to as face me I face you? From the noisy neighbor that won’t stop playing very loud music, to the nosy one who has the gist of the whole house and the troublesome ones that run into the toilet or bathroom the moment they see you tying a towel or fetching water to bath or the ones who pour dirty water from upstairs and tell you sorry when the smelly water lands on your head or worse still they run inside to avoid been caught.  The Sunday morning praise jam coming from different quarters, the occupants upstairs spreading cloth outside where water drops directly on your head, and the ones that just refuse to pay electricity bills and will find  a  way to connect to the power supply even if you disconnect it. Careless garbage dumps and eyesore dirty gutter, the one who throws newborn pampers around, those who have converted p...