Just some days ago, I was talking with my friend Dayo, and we were gisting about how 2017 was. I was going on and on about how I had already started writing a depressing article about it and how I will not post such negativity on my blog, but will send it to him (because obvs, I don’t care very much about him). But then I went to church
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
Book: You’ll Get Through This Author: Max Lucado If you had passed by the glass-walled Chicken Republic at the Ikeja City Mall, you’d have seen me in my weird bantu knots, glasses and cold-shoulder top, gesticulating and talking to a man who occasionally switched his gaze from me to his chicken salad as he nodded therapeutically. You’d have thought he was this boss man and I was pitching my
You were a wonder long before she stared at you and said ‘wow‘ You will still remain so after she looks over your head as though you weren’t there. You were a gem long before he called you priceless. You will still remain so after he tries to buy your love. You were a beauty long before the photographers and tabloids flashed your pictures around. You will still
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.
So, (they say I should stop starting my sentences with so. But, so) I’m sitting on my bed in the Nigerian Law School, Lagos Campus and my roommate shrieks and says ‘Boro! (she pronounces Boro terribly, but she’s adorable so it’s fine) look out of the window!’ Now, before I tell you what was outside the window, can I just gush over the fact that my room overlooks the body
Before you set out on a journey in Lagos, you must consider a couple of things. You must know (if you don’t already know), that you CANNOT take the estimated ETA on Google maps seriously. What does the satellite know? What do the Google people know about the mood of Danfo drivers that day? What do they know about the learners who won’t put the L sign on their vehicles?
I see fake people everywhere. People who spend more of their lives on phones made of plastic material more original than the plastic they themselves are made of. People who speak vocabulary so alien that their brains shut up in the process and their tongues want to throw it up. I see fake smiles everywhere. Smiles so plastered and strong; strong enough to hide all the injuries and
Mama and pa thought they were doing me a favor when they sent me out into the sea. They told me not to be scared of the water, that the water was my friend if only I went with its flow. That was just mama though. She was the one who spoke kindly about the whole situation. Pa was particularly brutal with his words. ‘Chibundu!’ he would yell and pull