Fiction and Articles

  The story of the Taliban taking over Afghanistan has spread like wildfire around the world. If you pretend not to be interested at least you know the main gist. Power has changed hands. That being said, this takes me to what we count as essential when our lives are about to be changed and everything we know is about to come to an end. I can imagine lovers, fathers, daughters, friends who are about to be torn apart for circumstances beyond their control. A lot of questions are being thrown in the air? Why can’t they fight back, why did America agree to leave? Is this going to happen in Nigeria? What will be the fate of those who are left behind. For questions that we may never have answers to, it is important that we seize every moment to appreciate the little and big things of life, with things or with people, whether our freedom is limited or not.    P.s- During the EndSars Protest in Lagos, Nigeria I remember "fleeing" to a friend's house with my passport and a ...

  For those who do not know; Oluronbi is a popular Yoruba folklore about a woman who in desperation asked an iroko tree for a child and pledged the same child in return to the iroko tree. Well, she did have the child, a girl whom she named Aponbepore and when it was difficult to honour her pledge the iroko tree took the girl away. Now, I am very familiar with this story. I must have heard it a couple of times when I was younger and I count it a privilege to have watched a live musical (written and directed by Mister Rain) about it on Sunday the 19 th of July 2021 at Glover Memorial Hall, Customs Street, Lagos. After the show ended, most of us expressed our opinion on how foolish Oluronbi had been. Why did she pledge a child when others pledged animals and foodstuff? was it out of arrogance to show her friends she was the best or was it out of disbelief that the iroko tree was not able to give her a child? There were many ‘lessons to learn’ with the chief one being don’t make p...

Dear Busayo, I racked my brain severally on what to write about you in my blog because I don’t write just for fun, I write from my heart. I wanted to talk grand about you but I realised that I don’t have much to say except that I have been told that you are a talented athlete and I believe this because you have your gold medals to show for it and you give me the shivers that talented people give. There is no doubt that you are one of the next big things to happen to the world-we just haven’t realised it yet. Anything I say in addition will be me exaggerating facts because I do not know you so well but I want to believe that you are a decent and respectful human being and I have no doubt that some day I will talk more about you because your story is still being written. Busayo, you have found big magic. I hope you make it big with the right people on your side. I hope that on cloudy days and stormy nights you find the light, I hope you live a life that will encourage people to be ...

The design of the world is that its imperfections make it perfect. It is nobody’s world, yet it is everybody’s world. No matter what you say or do, people will not live their lives the way you want them to and people will not do things that make sense to you.   Please keep your “this is the way you should live your life” opinion to yourself and leave people alone. Particularly when you are not sponsoring the lives they have chosen to live. P.s- Am I doing exactly what I just preached against?  Leave me alone  😄😂 😅

Have you ever wondered why a lot of successful people in telling their success stories hardly recount the positive remarks they received  during their period of struggle  but almost always talk about the hateful and discouraging words that were said to them at the time? Long question but I want you to take a moment to think about the times when people said negative things to you that stirred you up to prove a point, make a change or do better for yourself. Whoever said lemons weren’t good? 😉 Keep making lemonades on your way to the top!!   P.s- I wanted to write a list of the ‘hateful remarks’ made to Oprah, Zuckerberg and the likes but I’m sure you get the point.

I saw a very disturbing video today of two children, a boy and a girl engaging in sexual activity in class. I was sick and disgusted to my stomach. I still am. I have no words for the adults because all we mostly do is to talk and talk about these things with everyone but the children. Dear Child, I hope you are well, safe and in school. I hope you are learning as you should. I know you have a lot of questions with no one to answer. You wanted to google the words on the phone but your mum had no data. Sex is a beautiful thing, there is no doubt about that But it has a place, a time, age and agenda. I don’t want you to get distracted by what your friends tell you, How they make fun of you and term you uncool. Someday, I hope very soon, you will become the man or woman of your dreams. You will be of the right age to take delight in the pleasures of life, And will have loads of sex with the right person by your side. But for now don’t let anyone touch your priv...

I have a wish list and one of the items on the list is a customized eat, pray, love-key ring. For a thousand reasons, I couldn’t get one so I opted for getting a key ring with the letter F instead. Cheesy right? Yes, I agree. Cheese is good. Weirdly enough, I also could not find a letter F key ring for a long while until today. I was super excited when I saw the shiny purple coloured key ring on the counter at Celebrations, Lekki, Lagos. It almost caused for a little celebration as my dear companion Bubari who knew of this long felt desire to get a key ring with the letter F expressed her excitement for me. (Yes Bubari, I saw you shine your teeth and squeak in delight). Finally, I had what I wanted and it came in my favourite colour. This is not the end to the key ring story though because I am oddly not as excited as I should be or to better phrase it “the thrill was in the chase”. However, one key thing I learnt today was that there is nothing you want in life that is missing, ...