*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
Now, this probably isn’t news to anyone, but A LOT has been going on in Nigeria lately as the year slowly comes to an end. Maybe it’s the “-ember” months myth in play here, I don’t know, but politicians are acting up (more than usual), people are losing their jobs, salaries are not being paid and someone is being robbed or kidnapped every other day, which is quite discomforting.
Personally, I’ve had my own share of challenges in November, and can’t say I’m sad to see the month go by. It’s been a rollercoaster of emotions, from being upset to Continue reading
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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….
NOW HERE’S THE TRUTH…
Seeing the Promised Land is easy, but when impossibilities stare you down and life’s many puzzle pieces stop making sense, it’s no surprise that feelings of anxiety and fear creep in when least expected.
You want to build an empire and yet, you find yourself managing pocket change just to make ends meet.
You’re looking for your charming Prince or Princess but find yourself surrounded by frogs. Continue reading
If Ms. Backspace could speak ehn…
My loving frenemy would reveal that I can write and delete for Africa when I have “proper time” to myself. She’d say I sometimes amend over and over again till a piece reaches that stage of perfection – the “ghen-ghen stage” – when I know it’s ready to be read and enjoyed or absorbed by anyone who comes across it.
I can’t fault her though. The Number 1 rule of creative writing is to let words flow out before editing. I, on the other hand, Continue reading
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
“They” refer to our generation as the Indomie Generation. Instant gratification is the name of the game, with many of us wanting it all – success, money, sex, power, love and others – “now now” in our race against that imaginary clock that ticks away in the background. As for me, I can’t even front ’cause I have my guilty moments of indulging in the madness of it all. I’m a lot more patient than I used to be undoubtedly – Baba God has trained me well – but every now and again, waiting for stuff to happen in this my so-called race just seems long. “I want to fly, Mama Bird,” knowing fully well that my wings are half formed and there’s still so much to be done.
We all know what happens to birds that leave the nest too soon.
Now I promise you I’m not losing it… Continue reading