As a young girl, I was very stereotypical I knew I wanted to find that someone that I was going to get married. I knew the exact way I was going to get married. Like every girl I had every plan of my love life planned out. When we were around people and I could … Continue reading Finding That Missing Part
An open note of gratitude to you, Daddy. I want to thank you for all you’ve done for me, for all you’ve done to me, and for all you have done in me. I want to thank you for the fears you let me harbour, for the misery you put me through, and for the … Continue reading An Open Note To My Father
I don’t like going to local churches ,saying this will make you think am picky,of course I’m and I will tell you why. Last Sunday experience was off the hook Earlier today I woke up from the wrong side of my bed, that’s if I ever had a wrong side, but what woke me up was a boomy knock on my door.it was my mum,she was all set for their local Church and the name which I don’t want to reveal,but it is a real local Church. With the morning pleasantries, she said majiri get ready you are coming to Church with me, refusing would have been a mere talk because she was determined and I said to myself local experience, I don’t want anymore but thought that I can do with it only for today, since I woke up from the wrong side which I don’t have and I need a good guffaw to straight my muscles. So I got ready and we were up for Church. On reaching there the service has already began.my dad dropped me,my mum and baby sister before he zoomed off.my mum told me to carry my little sister and I sat four seat at the front from her.while sitting a young man walked to the Church and sat close to me,I said hi to him only then I knew he was a stammerer. A glimp of smile came across my face and I knew the guy was trouble. Before the real service began a man stood at the pulpit and announced that,if there is anybody who can play a keyboard and to my surprise the stammerer stood up,I nodded and said in my mind “yea this is trouble”.the young man was ushered to the altar to play the keyboard. To cut the long chase,after the usual church activities at the middle of the pastor’s sermon,who was a short muscular man only his face signifies an animoulistic anger in him. He raised a music and while he was singing the keyboardist who is no other person but the stammerer was trying his possible best to play to the song,but the organ wasn’t in rhyme. So the pastor signalled him to play in accord to the music and in a minute later the pastor said it loud in the microphone”can’t you play this organ”?To my own view the stammerer was already infuriated and that was the truth. Suddenly the pastor change the music and dancing towards the keyboard, with force while hitting it he said aloud in the microphone Tap,Tap the Keyboard Tap it.With a furious anger the keyboardist place his hand uunder the piano as he tries to stand up and the next minute the keyboard was smashed on the pastor’s face. Immediately my kid sister pee on my trouser,I rushed out to where … Continue reading My Local Church
A friend shared this over the weekend and it sure got me thinking. Enjoy it and act accordingly! A horrible thing happened to me today… a thief broke into my house. It happened shortly after I awoke this morning. I got up and began rushing about. I had a thousand things on my list and … Continue reading Turn Your Security System On!
I have never believed in love, I viewed it as a pathetic way for weak people to find something to believe and hold on to due to their hollowness. Why I call it pathetic, no love story apart from walt’s disney’s Cinderella and so on stories has ever had a happy ending. Romeo and Juliet … Continue reading The Dark sunset
My take with issues of faith in Nigeria
Ethnic Insecurity In Nigeria I was in an environment made up of young educated Nigerians. All had at least a degree or High National Diploma. Most were Yoruba; some Igbo. Though we mixed up to interact inevitably frictions arose. I found myself in a small group and got close to an Igbo lady. We were … Continue reading 2-4 Zone: Ethnic Insecurity In Nigeria
Awon Omò nowadays (Children of Nowadays) By Sekoni Bright They are called the “LAJU LAJU”(EXPOSED) Generation….Born into the age of technology. Children and young adults have embraced new information technologies in large numbers. More than any other age group, these younger age groups use computers and the Internet widely for many of their daily activities. … Continue reading Children of Nowadays
I shoot you and you shoot me, now we’re on tv. Your face, now a poster my name now a hashtag. Brothers and sisters marching holding signs just because they have to. Everyone now thinks they’re Dr King, Malcolm x, or Huey. Posting instagram pictures with captions taken from the revolution will not be televised. … Continue reading Hash Tag
“From the promontory of Okeigbeti Flowing down through the phloem of Opa Oranyan, I see the world dancing to the tunes of Obatala. This is the cradle of civilisation, The civilisation that gilded the bronzes of Ife on the petroglyphs of history. Ife, the merchant who slaved wisdoms and traded them on her ship To … Continue reading My Odyssey
Everyday as I knelt down to thank the Lord, for all that I’ve received, The best thing was when he saved my soul, and helped me to believe. The next thing Mama, I thank Him for, was for the day of my birth, For putting me in her care, of the greatest Mom on earth. … Continue reading IyA BI WURA
If I make a note for every word that rings in my head, I would be another Diderot. Sometimes I walk down a lonely road and a vision to put pen to paper makes my thinking go red. I tried to read what some story tellers say and deep within the lines are reluctant inferiorities. … Continue reading Let me be!
LOVE FROM THE PAST CAUGHT ME.
Woke up early not to miss the first bus. Mondays always full of traffic. I wonder how my first day at work would be. I sat beside the window and stared outside. Then he entered and stood. I couldn’t help but stare at his tallness and handsome face soon i notice him staring back. I … Continue reading Strange Love
My heart ran at the thought of him. Thoughts I can’t just phantom. We had met through mutual friends- Mr & Mrs Bayou, who assumed we would be good for each other. Should I say they were right? He is a quiet dude who has a very simple principle for living, which is- life is … Continue reading Phantom of a disturbed mind