Good day Ladies and Gentlemen, How has life been? Good? Well me too sha, I’m fine.. But not entirely. I’ve only been adulting for like two minutes now and I’m already tired. I miss those primary school days when we used to buy fan lolli for N20 and the mallam would cut it into 2 with scissors. You spend all your life literally looking up … Continue reading Adulting is hard: 5 things no one ever tells you about adulting
I’m what you would call a natural overthinker and over planner. If I want to get something done, I’m rather precise. I’ll gather all the available information and strategize using my personal algorithm (which is patent protected), taking into account the easiest and most convenient way, the benchmark outcome that would be regarded as successful as well as the potency of my wallet. If you’ve … Continue reading This stuff we call “LOVE”
First, we’re not medical experts, but considering the sad event of yesterday, we think it’s our responsibility to put out as much information on mental health as we can. Incase you relocated to a the buttocks of a rock, a young doctor jumped off 3rd Mainland Bridge yesterday afternoon, and it’s left most of us in a very introspective and sober mood. So here’s our … Continue reading Know Someone Who’s Suicidal? Take Our Quiz To Find Out
I’m done. It’s over I can’t do this anymore Goodbye you scum. See you never. But baby, what’s wrong? Tell me Whatever it is I’ll fix it Don’t leave me I’m tired of your lies I’m tired of your games I’m done. I’m leaving And let’s be real here You don’t deserve me But I’m sorry Darling I love you I can’t be … Continue reading Let’s be real
A letter of fear, shame & a tortured heart ***** Hey baby, I’m sorry about last night. I love you too. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I just panicked when I saw the ring. I know you meant every word you said while you were down on one knee. And I really truly feel those things too, I just … Continue reading Do you still love me?
Based on true events, a story of childhood in Eastern Nigeria post-Biafra war ******** Aunty, Uncle Good afternoon oh Afa’m bu *Zoba , I heard that you people are there complaining about “Change”, but you are enjoying oh!, you don’t know. Me, I am a boy, living in 1983 and I want to tell you people how life is. Today is Thursday, so we … Continue reading A day with Chizoba
I’ve always been afraid of the dark. For no real reason. I’m just a kid, all I do is play and laugh and cry when mom doesn’t give me what I want But when the sun goes down I feel myself dim. And I don’t know why Maybe it’s because of the long looming shadows the kerosene lantern makes Maybe it’s because everyone’s eyes hold … Continue reading When the sun goes down
As some of you may or may not be aware, I have been interning at UNHCR Headquarters. I’ve just concluded that internship and I can honestly say a lot of veils have been taken off for me. My last few posts have been about getting the readers to laugh. But I’m not in the laughing mood this time. I’m just warning you ahead of … Continue reading Who cares for our babies?
This is the second part of a three-part series “The Ghost of Stalkers past”. So for those who for some reason didn’t start at the beginning of the series, here’s the link ****** This story I’m about to tell happened almost in the same time period as the Stalkmmanuel fiasco. It’s like that year I was emitting some sound at a frequency only … Continue reading My by-force husband
Due to popular demand (6 votes), I shall now bestow upon you all my stories of stalkers past. In a non-sequential order but rather in order of ickyness with of course the ickiest being the last (brace yourselves). I’ll try and make this a 3 part series for the next couple of weeks. As always, I hope you enjoy my woes Part I: Neighbourhood … Continue reading Ghost of stalkers past