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Ode to my Yellow Pen

*I’m serious* -_- I chose you. And I’ll choose you over and again if we both came back to this world a second time; Or if Ope ever re-celebrated her grandfather’s burial. You were just a souvenir. It was either you or the red one. The red one – blazing red, probably used to getting all the attention, called out my name. I barely even saw you. But thank God

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‘Each day and each night that I place myself under his keeping, I shall not be forgotten. I shall not be destroyed. I shall not be imprisoned. I shall not be harassed by evil powers.’ (Prayer by St Brigit of Kildare, 453-524) My mind always plays back to that night. The night of the 14th-15th of April.  I swear, there is no way I haven’t thought about it. I have

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Owambe!

I have never been a party person. But lately, circumstances have led me to three different parties in just about three months (I know.. for some people that’s not a lot). These parties have led me to some conclusions – Nigerians are interesting and beautiful people. They spend money. They eat. They give souvenirs. They DANCE! I love Owanbes (Nigerian parties), because you’ll find: Food Food And more food Old

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I have a friend…

I have a friend… I have a friend. His name is the Holy Spirit. Apparently, he’s the best friend I can ever have. I don’t utilize his awesomeness, gentility, listening skills as well as I should. But He sticks around. Always… always there. Looking out for me… doing everything he does; with me in mind. I have a friend. Her name is Demilade. She has the body of a model

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All Gone!

Hii people! My younger (baby) brother sent this to me some weeks back (For real… he did.), and I have decided to share. Apparently, he has gotten to the ‘I’m too old for all this nonsense’ stage in life. Enjoy! Who remembers Wale Adenuga Productions? (Yes, they still exist). But who remembers the time when they actually existed? Papa Ajasco, Super Story, Binta and Friends et cetera… You would anticipate

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Inter Mundos

Temi named us. (Temi is the weird Ibadan one).   Because I was curious about what ‘inter mundos’ was, I asked him. And he said something like ‘It means ‘in between worlds’. If we’re in between worlds, then we’re not in this world. Then we’re out of this world’. I wondered why he had to go through all that processing, but I let it pass. That’s Temi for you. He’s a

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Mother-hood

I like to say to people that I’m hood. In fact, when Ezra recently told me ‘Hood Morning (that’s how we greet in the hood)’, I felt quite happily gangster. But I must say – I’m not hood. Neither am I gangster. Neither am I street. I like to believe that the reason I try to associate myself with being ‘tough’ is because I never really experienced hardship. I never

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I’m Back!

I’M BACK! Yes! I missed this blog terribly. So… after the strike, we all resumed and there was just a lot to take in. People had grown taller, some finer, some had cut their hair :O, some were carrying babies , plus everybody became so serious. It was like I didn’t get a certain memo that instructed everyone to go to the library. Anyway, to avoid judgment, I had to

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Our Leaders are not Sincere

*Hello! This is a post that was sent to me by my 50+ year old friend. I read it, thought some good issues were raised, and I’ve decided to share. Enjoy!* Recently, I attended the 50th birthday party of a Secondary School mate.  At the well-attended party which had Ebeneezer Obey on the band stand, and while gulping down his expensive red wine, it suddenly occurred to me that if

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Thank You

‘Praise to the Lord, who hath fearfully, wondrously, made thee! Health hath vouchsafed and, when heedlessly falling, hath stayed thee. What need or grief Ever hath failed of relief? Wings of His mercy did shade thee.’ This is an excerpt from my favorite hymn ‘Praise to the Lord’. Singing this hymn yesterday reminded me of an article I wrote a long time ago. I re-read the article and I still

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