IT’s A LOVE STORY (Part 3.5).

IT’s A LOVE STORY (Part 3.5).

Sometimes I think he’s in the trees, just hiding, waiting to come out. If there’s anything I want most, it’ s that I wake up the next morning and find it was all just a dream; that none of it ever happened. That Seun never came to my house that evening; that I wasn’ t hungry when I was that Saturday when we met Seun; that we never even met her anywhere and our paths never crossed.

Owambe on a weekday

Owambe on a weekday

‘Hi. My name is Dapo. Ibidapo William Adesida’ That was my Father. He was perhaps the baddest guy in south western Nigeria at the time. He wore a trench coat, kept a beard and smoked a pipe. Ibidapo William Adesida had swag…even in the 50s. He came to Ibadan from Owo, his home town, in … Continue reading Owambe on a weekday

UNILAG Memoirs: Notes from the Lagoon Front

UNILAG Memoirs: Notes from the Lagoon Front

In a few weeks, I will say goodbye to the undergraduate years. Like it happened to me when leaving the primary school and even the secondary school, I have started to have a deep sense of nostalgia. Barely five years ago, we all wore our matriculation gowns and felt really cool about ourselves. We never … Continue reading UNILAG Memoirs: Notes from the Lagoon Front