When I woke up this morning, I was almost certain today had to be my last day in the NYSC camp. The girl who woke me up, however, most likely believed that I had just spent my last night on earth. By the time I finally woke up and said ‘Huh?’, I could tell by the way she frantically shook me that she was getting scared. ‘Huh?’ I said ‘Boro,
When my dad knocked on my door this morning and said, ‘Deboro, devotion!’, I was completely disoriented. Considering that I only just slept at around 2am and even had to wake up somewhere in between to do something, 7am felt like an ungodly hour to do something as godly as devotion. But I dragged myself to the devotion venue and told myself, ‘Stay strong. Do little. Keep your eyes open.
On Wednesday, my mom called me and we chatted. As she rounded up the call, she said, ‘Happy birthday in advance’ and then asked, ‘How old will you be sef?’ (Trust me, this was a genuine question). I said, ‘22 years old’ and I could hear a really short pause. Then she said in a concerned voice, ‘So what are you doing about marriage? At 22 years old, I had
Although, I have shed like a cumulative of 10 drops of tears in the last two years (an average of two drops per episode), I have not really cried in a long time. There was a time it was a symptom of an actual health condition (which I’m super grateful to God for healing me), but most times, it has been that I’m either too sad to do something as
A couple of minutes ago, I went on Twitter and found myself typing ‘I miss writing.‘ But it was a really silly thing to tweet so I stopped myself and decided to actually write. Is it obvious that I’m trying more to have less regrets? Speaking of regrets, sometimes I regret not being bold enough to do bold stuff. Like e.g. just decide that I’m not doing this law thing
Aisha and I have a swell time entering Keke Maruwas every day to the court. I’m kidding. ‘Swell time’ is a misrepresentation. It’s more like an ‘interesting time’. We’ve been transported by some Maruwa riders, who were so peculiar, I’d hope to meet them again. Thankfully, today my dreams came true as Isiaka carried us for the second time. You’ll wonder why I know his name. I know his name
It’s been two weeks since I sat in the gallery of a court and watched in dismay as the proceedings to declare a marriage of 30 years null, unfolded before me. I wanted to cry. And it still baffles me. You know how sometimes, we look at people celebrating 25 years of marriage and we think ‘God. This is amazing. I hope to have something like this’? Ah well, apparently,
Today, I experienced one of the most interesting things: A kind sir offered to buy us food; Sarah and I And so he drove, and drove, and drove until we got to Mega Chicken, Ajah I wondered why we had to travel so far; why we passed by all the attractive restaurants with neon lights; and the more affordable eating houses; and the less stressful-to-get-there restaurant So I asked him.
Fancy is the name of the young man I met today He stood tall at New Market, Victoria Island He told us that his tools were just nearby; he’d do our nails for us He came back within minutes and took us to a different salon He gave Sarah a massage on her toes before painting her nails He was gentle with my fingers before painting my nails He said
This night, we stood before the Hubmart food seller; He pointed at me and said ‘I’ll serve you an extra piece of meat because I like your complexion and you look like my mom with the glasses and I normally wear glasses too.’ I smiled and said ‘thanks‘ So I passed my glasses to Sarah beside me, and she wore it and smiled at him. And he laughed and gave