I Almost Died

First, it was Tunji the beggar, and now this. The on-the-bus adventures continue, featuring a special guest… my friend Lizzy 🙂

The whole thing happened earlier this month. We were on our way home after what was a ladies day out with the TWTW clan when an interesting fight broke out. An actual fistfight, with blows flying left, right and center over quivering heads of passengers (imagine if one got gobsmacked in the confusion, long before we all died :/ ).

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Revelations (An Easter Sunday Musing)

Once upon a time, on a small island in the middle of the sea, I wrote the words FIRST CLASS in bright, bold letters and stuck the sign by my bed for months on end.

It was my second year at uni, and my grades weren’t doing as well as I would have liked. No matter how hard I tried to crack “the code of the First”, I just was not getting it.

So I prayed, and prayed, and prayed some more.

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What Lagos Traffic Taught Me About Christmas


*whispers* ‘Twas the night before Christmas … 🙂

Amidst all the Christmas cheer that this season brings, God has laid some pretty heavy stuff on my heart that I’d like to share with you at this time.

It all started last weekend, in the middle of what had to be the worst traffic jam I’d been in all year round. I’ve seen some pretty bad stuff on our Lagos roads, but almost TWO HOURS is madness, and all in the name of going to see friends at the mall – love you guys! Quite frankly, I was pissed. Continue reading

An Open Love Letter to a Transgendered Teen

Note: Please read the disclaimer all the way at the end afterwards 🙂


Dear Jazz,


Photo credit: Aceshowbiz

I hope this meets you well.

We have never met, and probably never will. And yet, there is so much about you I think I already know.

I know what it’s like to be a 15 year old full of dreams, hopes and aspirations of a better future ahead. I also know what it’s like to feel lost and misunderstood, and in need of unadulterated acceptance from those around you. I’m a full grown adult, and yet, these thoughts still flood my mind every now and again, but there’s a major difference now, one I’d like to share with you at this time, if you would let me….

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Making Love Work

Have you ever had a conversation with a beggar before? I did a while back, a good thirty minute one for that matter, and definitely left that experience more enlightened than I was before it began.

His name was Tunji, a man in his fifties or sixties, with a tiny, frail body swallowed up by an oversized purple shirt. He sat next to me on a bus trip back home, and after asking for money and a gulp of water, he took my casual pleasantry as an invitation to narrate the story of his life, which honestly didn’t Continue reading

Finding My God

crossatdusk Childhood

The god of my childhood was a huge, blue-eyed man with long gray hair who sat on a shiny golden throne high up in the heavens. He was usually my “go-to guy” when I needed something badly, like a new toy or a day off from homework… childish things, more or less. I usually spoke to him on Sundays too – during Sunday school and immediately after, when chastised by my teachers for not reading the Bible well enough or knowing tons of verses by heart.

My god never said much to me though, with me doing most of the begging/talking. As long as I was good, we were fine. And when I wasn’t, Continue reading