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I went to church one Sunday and I learnt a lot which I decided to share with us and surprisingly, the same thing was preached about again yesterday so I think it's a sign that I need to write about it. I should have done this earlier but I had other pending projects to complete. My pastor talked about three categories of relationships that we need to know about in order to properly place people where they belong. The categories are: - Distant Relationships, - Close Relationships, and - Intimate Relationships. Distant Relationships; Everyone in the world should belong to this category. We need people in our lives because no one is an island and we don't know when we might need the help of others hence we can't afford to shut everyone out of our lives. Regardless of that, everyone shouldn't be brought close. Everyone doesn't deserve the opportunity to know us deeply. The less people know about us, the better our lives because knowledge is power and anyone

White is the colour I see today, the colour of my heart, everyone seems to be on white even when I knew my head was playing games with my heart. That was Chiamaka's favorite.      ***************** I staggered into the bar drenched to my skin, a smile on my face, an empty stomach and a homicidal headache, my heartbeat was on turbo boost. I’m on the run for I am a murderer and a fugitive all because of the woman I love and I’m meeting her in 5 minutes. I met Chiamaka during our JAMB examination some 12 years ago, we both got admitted into the University of Lagos. During our matriculation ceremony I asked her to date me, rather than get a positive reply, I got the ‘‘I like you as a friend’’ reply. Back tracking though the years, I was the shoulder to cry on and the tissue supplier when she had a run with a jerk as a boyfriend, by the way ,my name is Lawrence and I just murdered Chiamaka’s husband Shola. Their marriage of 2 years was painted as a blissful one to people around bu

I was going to title this write-up “our missing girls” but I figured you were already tired of hearing and reading about them when there has clearly been no improvement since the issue started till date. We started the” bring back our girls” campaign in different parts of the world, we wrote songs and sang them, we cried and empathised with them but still NOTHING. We wrote about them just the way I am right now but still NOTHING. We prayed for them but still NOTHING. We spoke to and against our leaders to do something about it and they said they were trying their bests but still NOTHING. We did all we could but no results, all our efforts proved abortive. I wrote about this before, you can click here  to read but I’m writing about this again because of a conversation I had with a friend. My friend Lanre who follows politics and everything related to it to the latter watched the mothers of the girls meeting with the president and how he assured them that they’d be found very soon. We

If you've not read the first part of the curve, click here  to read because you have some catching up to do. Now that you've read it, let's continue. The look in his eyes could shred me into a thousand pieces, Cole wasn't just his best friend, he was the man who popped my cherry during my department's field trip years ago. We weren't attending same university, but our schools had agreed to collaborate for the field trip at the time. Cole is one of the smoothest men in the world. Curly hair, erotic laughter, crisp outfits, a caring spirit and an intelligent mind to accompany all these. He was all these and more. Though I was married to Kunle, Cole was still the best I ever had but then he had to travel to France to be with his parents and siblings that had been there for a while. We tried to make it work but it just wasn’t working due to the distance between us and a lot other things I’d rather not mention. Kunle came along not long after Cole travelled. He b

Things happen and when I say things, I mean things. We usually attribute strange happenings to the ‘end-time’. We call them signs of the end-time. The other day I wrote about the girl who said she sleeps with her father because he was very sexy and satisfies her in bed even more than her boyfriend and also because he gives her a lot of money. What surprised me about her story was that she was the one who actually approached her father for this affair and the man agreed. You can click here  to read in case you missed out on the story. Just when I thought that was very infuriating, I didn’t know that worse things actually happen and I mean WORSE things. That was what inspired this story. So I read a story on naira land about a woman who sleeps with her son because her boss said she should if she wants to keep her job. According to her, she had no other source of income so she just had to do his bidding to survive. Before she did it, she discussed it with her son whom she had started li

She didn't make any effort to turn the car around until I opened the gate; apparently that was what she was waiting for. She left without kissing me goodbye which was the norm though I wasn't even expecting it because I got caught again just like the last time but this time, I turned it upside down, I made it seem like her fault. I don't know if it worked but I just hope the goodbye kiss is the only thing she would deprive me of getting today because I had intentions of making it up to her later tonight and I guess you know the outcome of that (shhhh, don't tell her, a man has to do what he has to do). As soon as I settled in, I called my Secretary, Ronke to bring home some files so I could work on them but I had more in mind. It wasn't new to Ronke though as it was something we did from time to time. At work, at conferences and it even gets better when we had to travel out of the state, we go all the way undisturbed and Jane understands if she's unable to rea

Love. Love is lovely especially when the partners and their families are in good health because as they say, health is wealth. Ironically, some lovers still go ahead to make certain decisions that can mar their relationship more than making it with the belief that love conquers all. I totally disagree, I think there’s an extent to which love can get to. I can do a thousand and one things for love but there is one thing I wouldn’t do, the thing which inspired this write up. I wouldn’t marry a partner who is AS if I’m AS too. I’m not going to bore us with any medical information but we all know that there are three basic genotypes-AA, AS, and SS. We also know that AA is the boss of the genotypes while AS is selective but SS is the most fragile, people with the SS genotype are referred to as sicklers. Two people with the AS genotype are not advised to get married except it’s a same sex marriage or the couple doesn’t have plans on having children of their own. This is because the probab

It’s funny how certain people know how everything is supposed to be. They know what is right for everyone, what is wrong for everyone but as long as they themselves were concerned, they were PERFECT. Who makes these rules?  We all know what is right or wrong for other people at some point but some people are all out to impose things on you like it’s their life. I’ve been wanting to write about this for a while now but I didn’t really know how to start until I had a conversation with Lanre, he spoke my mind in words I couldn’t even imagine. That was all I needed, “ginger” like Biola would say. Okay, enough introductions, straight to the point. One day, I didn’t go to church on Sunday because I was feeling very stressed from the previous day’s work. So Mr. A pinged me to ask how church was to which I replied “I didn’t go” and the preaching began. You should never skip church no matter what, I said “so, if I’m sick, I must still go to church?” he said “that’s understandable”. For me, re

Life is wicked, life is wicked, we mostly say maybe because we’ve met “wicked” people or because we’ve been through terrible experiences. Inspite of all these, we won’t be able to deny the fact that we have not met one good person or we’ve not met good people who has been good to us from the time we met them till this moment. If you haven’t, it probably means you’re not a good person or you are not spending time in the right place or with the right people. I must say that I have met such people; these are the people I would like to refer to as “The Last Ones”. I am privileged to be among these people *pops collar*abi have I not been good to you? Remember that question people ask? If you see 10 million naira on the floor, would you pick it? Or better still, if someone forgot 10 million naira in your house, would you confiscate it or return it to the owner? You’re probably thinking of the country you’d relocate to yea? Exactly what I thought. I thought I was the only “last one” remaini