Sunday, March 18, 2018

Word for today.

I have too many apps on my phone. Some came with the phone, some I installed by myself. My need for apps is constantly evolving so I keep installing and uninstalling as the need or lack of it arises. Like the time I installed Talking Angela to distract the kids only to realise it would distract me every now and then by meowing for attention(bad kitty)...uninstall! Another time I installed Shazam because I was searching for a particular song, instead I unwittingly downloaded a satanic heavy metal song that instantly fouled up the atmosphere in my house . I had to plead the blood of Jesus and sanctify the place...uninstall!
Next time I installed Candy crush Saga just to know what the noise was all about. As soon as I got the hang of it I became addicted...uninstall! Abeg I'm redeeming my time because the days are evil. I'm not discrediting any of these apps, I'm just trying to say something (before they'll say I gave them bad market).

Sunday, February 25, 2018


Validation!!! Everyone seeks it. From friends, colleagues, families and loved ones. But now, we seek it more on social media. Lately, I've had to take a step back and examine my motive for doing things and unfortunately 80% has been for selfish reasons. The struggle to be accepted, valued, liked and held in high esteem. 
I usually tell my friends that whenever I post pictures online it's just because l want to save up memories and put them in the cloud. But for some time now, its been because l just want people to have the impression that I am game and doing well. Hair on fleek, career on fleek, family on fleek,  In fact Life on fleek. But that’s not the truth. 

Saturday, August 12, 2017

My first encounter with thieves

Run! Was the first thought that came to mind immediately I saw the guy jumped from his bike.
I didn’t think!
I didn’t hesitate!
I didn’t even wait! I simply ran.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

The Ignition - Film Review

In  the Nigerian  Movie  Industry, there  is a cliché  that every Christian  movie is “Mount  Zion  Films Production”,  but  that fallacy would soon  be something to be glad about  even  if no movie can  fully explore  a subject. 

Some time ago I  was opportuned to watch  what I  term  the “Best Produced” Mount  Zion  Movie I have watched in  a  while: “THE IGNITION”.
STORYLINE: The Ignition  the story  of a  Christian  bachelor  with a faulty  car,  Shola (Damilola  MikeBamiloye)   who  falls in love and gets engaged  with Ngozi (Chioma  Nwangwu) an  epileptic Christian sister  of a different tribe.  It was a smooth ride  until her  ailment becomes  the constant  potholes he has to endure  while friends and public opinions are  bumps that come  against  his faith and convictions.

Thursday, May 11, 2017

A Woman Scorned

Today I nearly got a collateral slap on a bus! Yeah right, what a great way to start the day.
A man had called a woman 'erbo' during a mild argument; erbo, a derogatory bini word, which when used literally means an idol, but when applied to a fat woman -and yes, the woman was fat indeed - takes on a completely different meaning...

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Unpregnant- Stories from the Hospital

Terrifying was the word l described the emergency unit with during my first few weeks as a Medical intern. The terror was later replaced with thrill. The thrill of saving lives, breaking bones, diagnosing and finding solution. To do this, we would often fit pixels of medical knowledge together until we saw the picture. The big picture.
Sometimes it was heart breaking. The loss of a dear patient and having to break the news to the family. 
Their reaction followed by denial and then acceptance all in split seconds with the wailing which sometime never fades. 
And there are days like today when the suprise is epic. 

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Nigeria and its rape culture

Nigeria has a rape culture said my friend Ese, this was on a day we were discussing about lecturers having sex with female students for grades and why they refuse to speak out( story for another day)
Few weeks ago I got into a facebook drama with a friend because she posted a status about women and abuse and how our daughters should be taught properly on how to behave. I got pissed and replied that this is one of the reasons abuse will continue to thrive in our homes. Its always the fault of the woman, she needs to be of a gentle and quiet spirit, submissive, leave the marriage if it doesn’t work, the woman just has a burden to know, learn and apply. So I asked what about the men?

Sunday, April 9, 2017


To be a typical African is pretty easy. It involves an easy-to-do, practical guide which I will help you with. So this is how to be African – 

First, be born black. Now you have no say in this matter, it is totally a handiwork of nature. But before you cradled into the continent, do ask for enough melanin to withstand the heat and dryness. I don’t know how you would ask, but ask all the same.

Secondly, when you finally arrive the hot and arid location; when you become aware of yourself, of your people, and of your culture; when you have learnt of your colonial masters with tanned skins of yellowish-brown and feathery moustaches, learn to grovel. Just grovel at the presence of the whites. Be fascinated by their color and accents. Never see them as humans; uphold them gods. You know why? Because they are superior. Their skin color gives them that edge. So please them, at your own expense and at the expense of your black brothers.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

I wanted the girls to like me (Part Two )

The next day, immediately after afternoon prep, I was at the registration stand to sign up for the next set of 800 meters juniorboys’ race tryouts. I was to represent Peace House. Each house had two (2) representatives. That is eight (8) athletes in all. Ilooked at members of my house from my lane on the race lines- both boys and girls that had begun to assemble, including members of other houses. A smile crossed my face, I knew in just a short while; they’d all know and be screaming my name in excitement and admiration; falling over each other as to who would buy me biscuit and ice cream for my fantastic performance! The official called us to order: ‘On your marks!’ Something inside was trying to get my attention to pull out of therace that I was about to make a big mistake but it was too late. ‘Get set…Go!’We all sprang into it and got running.
Some errors we make in life take a while to get obvious. The one I made that day wasn’t one of those. It was the kind wherein the foolishness of the action is manifested almost immediately.

Sunday, March 26, 2017

I wanted the girls to like me ( Part 1}

FGC Okigwe, Sometime in February 2000.
I was terrible at sports- I still am, but I loved Inter-house sports periods at FGC Okigwe. It was an opportunity for lazy students; like I was, to have others join us in the frivolities of life, without feeling guilty about being unserious. When everybody becomes unserious, unserious becomes serious.
The inter-house sports main event was usually preceded by weeks of tryouts and selection of athletes for the big event. Inter house sports heat periods in school were like sacred moments when miraculous things happened. Both senior and junior students, in the same house, shared emotions of joy and disappointment at their collective wins and losses- paying little attention to their class differences which was so important in a boarding house environment. Spectacularly talented and athletic junior students were temporarily allowed to rub shoulders with senior students from their house who were impressed with their accomplishments and then, most remarkably, on the main Inter- house sports day, even the ugliest of girls became temporarily fine- many thanks to hair gels, application of primary colors for facial make up and other accessories that they lavishly used on such occasions.

Friday, March 24, 2017

Doing is all there is

These days, I have been reminiscing about the movie, Whiplash. Sometimes, I fire up my laptop just to see clips of the movie and what Fletcher said to Neiman.

Oftentimes when I was little, I had pictured the stages of my life in kaleidoscopic mirrors; each phase revealing shiny colors of glamour. I often saw my life as an earth filled with manna and quails – Just eat. Just catch. So it was easy to make the mistake of thinking that talent is enough. And when asked then in secondary school, kitted with my white shirt and grey pants, what was my aspiration, I would quickly reply: “To win the Nobel Prize.” What a Waawu! Lol!

Word for today.

I have too many apps on my phone. Some came with the phone, some I installed by myself. My need for apps is constantly evolvin...