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I should be writing about “The Curve”, a new series I just started though I’ve not started posting any of its episodes because I’m still working on it. I can’t just bring myself to think about it just now, this is not the right time. I’m sad, and I don’t know why. I know I should be happy that a lot of things in my life are going on well as planned but I still feel a lot is missing. I miss having less worries, I know it would have sounded better if I said I miss having no worries but I’ve always had worries even as a child. I don’t know if I should be telling you all how I feel, I don’t know if I should not, I don’t know what to do right now but I guess I would just do as my fingers please. I’m crying right now and I don’t know why. Does anyone else ever have this kind of moment? Or is it just me? Am I weird? Or am I….I don’t know the word and I can’t even think, I’m too lazy to do that right now. Looking back on the experiences I’ve had, what I’ve been through, what I’ve done bla bl

We are all "hustlers" before we become "chillers" whether we want to admit it or not. Some of us are in the corporate world, some on the streets, some in market places and some are in places I can't name. Some of us are dressed in suits, some in rags, some are dressed casually while some are dressed in clothes I can't even classify under any of the aforementioned categories. When I see people put up pictures saying "Lord bless my hustle" or "Oluwa bless my hustle", I just say 'amen' on behalf of whoever put up the picture. I'm very emotional right now because I've seen hustle at its peak. I remember entering a bus somewhere, I was the only passenger in the bus. The conductor did everything possible to get more passengers but all his efforts proved abortive. The driver then said "sorry aunty, we no dey go, we no see passenger" and I had to go with another bus. I could see the disappointment on his face, I wished

So we remember Deji, yea? Let me continue but before I do that, if you’ve not read the first part of this story, click here  so you can understand where we’re coming from. After the chat with Deji on whatsapp, he blocked me so there was no longer any form of communication between us. It was supposed to stay that way until……… My little brother got ill and was admitted in the same hospital in which Deji was doing his MBBS so I had to stay with my brother for a while and by a while, I mean almost a month. At the initial stage, during my first week of his stay, I suddenly remembered I used to know one Deji so I contacted Fatima to give me his phone number which I got after she got his permission to do so. I called him up and he came later to check on us, he told me I wasn’t worth it but he was just being a good person. In my mind, I was thinking, “it’s not your fault na, shey it’s me that called you”. Maybe he thought I was sorry about what happened. After that, he pinged me and said

"I and my spouse must sleep in separate bedrooms" were the words of Tony, my colleague in the year 2012 during my internship somewhere in Lagos. I asked why, he said he needed space abi privacy but the question is "privacy for what?" and besides he didn't really like someone's skin touching him so he'd only let her sleep in his room when he needs her. He'd need her to make love I guess and her skin would have to touch his yea? Pardon my manners, good morning or afternoon or evening, depending on when you're reading this. I don't know how I remembered this incident sha but somehow it crossed my mind and I said, oya let's write before we forget it. So I was saying... Hearing it made me realize that people are very different in their thoughts. I grew up in a home where my parents slept abi still sleep in separate rooms. It bothers me because I need more room for my stuff instead of having to share with someone. Initially they shared a ro

Hey Hey, happy #throwbackthursday, I've decided to share a personal throwback story every thursday if I think it's interesting enough so we don't just get bored. My personal experience with pastors and doctors got me thinking about who the bigger perv is. This is not a generalisation though, I'm writing based on my experience. If you’ve not read about the pastor perv, please click here  and here  so you can understand this gist better and analyze based on that. The first time I heard about doctors being pervs, I was amazed because I thought that they were in the business of seeing different kinds of bodies so why would they be pervs? But then I thought again that seeing different kinds of bodies might just lead to wanting them all the time because people differ from each other. The story begins….. I met Deji through Fatima, my friend. Deji happened to be Fatima’s cousin who was looking for “something serious”, something Fatima thought I could offer but apparentl

Hunny bunnies of mine, how was our weekend? Mine was okay because I rested a lot better than before and I loosened my hair as well and I just discovered that my hair is actually longer than I thought so I guess my wife material has increased, lol. I was going to complete one of my write ups for today's post but then something happened which I decided to write about instead. Here it is; So Dami and I, my family friend who I refer to as my child though he's wayyyy bigger in size but of course I'm older *pops collar*, we went in search of a salon where I can "re-touch" my hair because I don't have a permanent stylist around here unlike everywhere else I've been to. We eventually found one and you know the way salons are, never a dull moment because there's always something to see and listen to. It didn't start so interesting though because it was just Dami, I and my stammering-stylist. One thing led to another and she told me about her "baby&qu

OTTHians, how are we? I'm great by the way. So last week, Ope came home and gisted me about one million things, one of which inspired me to write this. Since its throwback Thursday, I decided to share this throwback story. Just incase you're wondering who Ope is, Ope is the only elder brother I have that would beat up anyone who tries to beat me, lol, so na to go dey cause trouble up and down. Okay, now to the reason we're here, I'm going to gist us about two stories, mine happened in 2011 or so while Damola's happened in 2009. By all means, enjoy. Things happen in Nigeria ehn, things oo and I’m not talking about all these signs of the end-time or other 27 million weird things that happen in Nigeria, what I’m talking about is people who impose certain things on you in the name of using their discretion. Its really funny to me, I don’t know if anyone has ever felt like this. Imagine this case, I gave my cloth to our supposed family tailor, I called her family tail

Good morning my loves, welcome to 2016. This is our first post this year so I’m supposed to be very excited but the issue I want to discuss is not one that gives room for such excitement. Of course, I’m excited that you can read this right now, that you came all the way from 2015 into 2016. It wasn’t an easy trip but we’re all here finally. Thank you so much for your love. Now to the business of the day. In a world of women and men, yes I put women first because I’m a woman just in case you were wondering why or maybe you didn’t even notice, the fate of a woman depends on the woman not the man and this is no merlin line. I’m really hurt right now and I’m too hurt to not speak up. I’m not a romantic person for reasons I don’t know but for some reason I’m grateful for it. I’m saying this because I’ve seen what people call love in action and it makes me wonder if it really is love. I’m not going to dispute the fact that I’ve also made my mistakes, I mean, we all have our stupid moments