Life My ultimate means of self expression My means of survival My story,my cross,my tears,my joy My release (of pent up emotion) My leeway(for venting) My memory(2nd memory anyway..cos’ I’m forgetful) My inspiration(when I need a push) My bucketlist(for hopes and aspiration) My madness My gift… Words fail me sometimes Sometimes I’m too emotional to … Continue reading Writing Is…?
Ivie should have realised something was amiss when she got the message. It read; “You are hereby invited for an interview at No.4 Sorinolu St.off Opebi Junction Ikeja. NB:Come along with your credentials and prepare for 2weeks intensive training by Next Monday .Call 090*****for enquiries. It was more than a year since she had been … Continue reading “Job For Sale”
I belong to the school of thought that believes that the world is a school and all men my teachers; and so I look forward to everyday as an opportunity to learn something new. With this in mind, I want to share with you, something I learnt a few years ago, and something I would … Continue reading This Twisted Generation
Today, I had a discussion with my mum which ensued from a phone call she was receiving when I came home from work. I had something to tell her and so while waiting for the call to end to get her attention. I couldn’t help but listen to the conversation. Apparently, she was pleading with … Continue reading Society And Double Standards: Men Vs Women