READ EPISODE 1 Episode 2: One Ball, One Girl, One Boy I did not know, however, that life does not ask for your permission before thrusting people into your life. And that is what happened. Everywhere I turned, Tokunbo was there. It did not matter where. Whether I went down the road to buy … Continue reading Falling in Love With My Best Friend: Episode 2
READ EPISODES 1 – 7 The sound of approaching footsteps startled the lovers out of their “romantic moment.” It also signaled the end of my spying. None of us waited to see who was coming. It did not even matter. The last thing I saw before springing out of my hiding place and hightailing it … Continue reading The Day I Will Never Forget, Episode 8: Show Me Your Report Card
We all knew about the rabbits. It was not a secret. Every student in my Primary 3 class – 5, 6, 7 year olds just like me – was aware that Miss Agbo, our class teacher, absolutely loved rabbits. The first clue was the picture alphabet chart celotaped to one of the orange walls of … Continue reading The Day I Will Never Forget, Episode 1: Our Class Teacher, the Rabbit Lover
It’s been 30 something years now when last I was 5+, try as hard as I may, I’m not sure I remember much details about what happened then. Maybe if someone had made a journal out of my life, I would have stories to tell. However, I recall a time we went to the village … Continue reading Mafian Darty
Those lengthy walks on shady roads were short ‘Cos mama always carried me on her back. And all thoughts of my dirty cloths and uniform I abort ‘Cos sisters would wash them in bulk. Play was good, even in dirty places; houses made of sand ‘Cos mama offered a hot bath at day end. … Continue reading Reminiscence Of An Ex-child
Do you remember how some 10 years ago in your life, you- young, healthy, boisterous, full of hope, love and belief- saw yourself today as a chartered accountant, or a practicing lawyer, or a pilot, an engineer? How sweet! I remember! I particularly remember how during one of my primary school classes, my teacher asked … Continue reading Musings of a once innocent child
I just came out of a meeting where one of the participants was introduced as preparing to get married next month. In the words of the moderator “…next month he becomes a man…” and I began to argue with that thought line in my mind, asking myself the question “what makes you a man…? Because … Continue reading What makes you a man?
I gazed at my reflection in the full length mirror and I was disgusted. Two years of my life -wasted. I seemed a shadow of myself. I used to be a pretty, ebony young lady with many admirers. Judging from all the attention I got, I know I was one damn fine girl untill, I … Continue reading Wasted Years
I don’t know what part of the bed i woke up on this particular Thursday but i was feeling grouchy, this crabby nature did not ebb even after i saw my mum that morning (she always have a way of soothing me). “Ekaro Ma” I said and with all the love in the world she … Continue reading Police Pikin (A series of growing up in the barracks)
‘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