Fiction and Articles

I wish I could see Santa so I could tell him that I would like to spend Christmas in Lagos. I’ve heard about the beautiful decorations and bright lights — and most importantly, the fireworks. Debby told me that her cousin, who visited Kebbi from Lagos, said the fireworks are bright and beautiful in the sky. I would really like to see them. That’s all I want for Christmas. I hear Lagos is not far; it is only twelve hours by road. I don’t even care where I will sleep or what I will eat. I just want to see the decorations and lights. I should be sleeping. I can’t wait for Creative Arts class in second period. First period is Mathematics. I don’t like maths; I like Creative Arts. Maybe when I go to Lagos, I will be able to write about my experience for all the children in my hometown. I wonder if people in my hometown have ever gone to Lagos. Maybe someday I will be a popular actress and travel to Lagos — and to other parts of the world. My mother says I’m too young to have those kinds of ...

I’ve heard the word “Grow Up” spoken around me all my life and until 48hours ago, I didn’t know what it truly meant. I assumed it meant “don’t sulk” “act your age” or maybe “get rid of things that don’t serve you”. I have now personally learned that growing up means so much more. It means acknowledging your limitations and having the courage to admit them. To learn lessons and constantly evolve. To make the best use of time-doing the things you love and the things you don’t quite love that needs to be done. It means to not say yes when you mean to say no and to say no even after you have said yes. To grow up means to recognise what counts and what doesn’t.  To control what you can and let go of what you can't control. To choose kindness always in your interactions with every human starting with yourself. To accept burning truths and use the fire to light new paths. To give yourself the grace to continue tomorrow what you didn’t finish today. As Zinoleesky said in his song “...