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Got Away

It’s day 2! And the topic for today is ‘The One That Got Away’. Enjoy! I took one of my most life changing decisions years ago when I decided to volunteer at an orphanage. You see, you can read all you want about poor communities, abandoned babies, shoe-less children and the likes, but until you relate with these people, you might never know how it really feels. And even then,

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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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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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Unsuitable Suitor

Trust me, the title has nearly nothing to do with the content of the story. I just really like the phrase – from Jason Mraz’s ‘Prettiest Friend’ It was like a joke, but neither of us was laughing. I was staring back into the eyes of the woman who I had so jovially conversed with, I had so often traded hair products with, so often shared secret heart issues with

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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 Hated my Childhood

I hated my childhood. I did. When I think back to my childhood days, I shiver a little bit. Sometimes, I even semi-yell out an ‘arrgh’. I was dyslexic – Simple. Or was it? I didn’t start speaking until I was three years old. I could speak in my mind though. But it was really hard producing what I was thinking into spoken words. I wrote my ‘d’ as ‘b’,

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