All posts by Ayodeji Lancaster

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Dear Chemistry

A respected sage’s observation mirrored my subconscious thoughts with his saying that law of love always supercedes law of personal liberty. This recountal from experience started out as an adventurous telling but ended on the irony… For a year more than half a decade, I wondered what my first love would seem like – special, … Continue reading Dear Chemistry

To My Secret Admirer

I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud but I’m too real to let judgment keep my mouth bound to silence. It has to be told, I’m not the only one who has placed myself in the lion’s den with the intention of being “just friends” but allowing the communication signals to be misrepresented and … Continue reading To My Secret Admirer

Angel in a Rickety Bus (2)

Since Ibadan wasn’t my final destination, I had to move on. I chattered a bike to “Express junction” where I boarded another bus going to Ake, my final destination. I got lucky this time as the vehicle was almost a new one aside the torn seats and a tipsy driver. I said my little prayer, … Continue reading Angel in a Rickety Bus (2)

Angel in a Rickety Bus

One of the funniest ironies I’ve experienced in this part of the world where I live is how synonymous sitting alone in a public transport could be to staying in an isolated cell in a state penitentiary. Albeit, sometimes, it could be over-turned in a jiffy by getting a little acquainted with the stranger sitting … Continue reading Angel in a Rickety Bus

Letter to Zuckerberg

Letter to Zuckerberg

Dear Mark, It took more than pain, courage or determination, but frustrations at everyday happenings for me to eventually swallow my pride and sacrifice my souciant time to pen this few lines. Like I always feel, we are both heroes and achievers in our chosen fields. Yet, I couldn’t but appreciate your effort in turning … Continue reading Letter to Zuckerberg

To My Ex……Whoever You Are

To My Ex……Whoever You Are

I like to appear like I’ve got it all together. And most people have no problem allowing me the satisfaction of this fallacy. Always someone singing my praises, commending my strength, admiring my poise and applauding my successes. That’s because these bystanders are surveying my life from a distance. Although they know me from a … Continue reading To My Ex……Whoever You Are

The Greatest Woman Ever

The Greatest Woman Ever

Going down memory lane, when we used to be kids, running around the street or probably in our kindergarten, there goes a popular poem….”My Mother………Who sat and watched, my infant head, when sleeping on my cradle bed and tears of sweet affection shed……………” We didn’t quite understand the meaning of each word in the poem … Continue reading The Greatest Woman Ever