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I was going to title this article “tush beggar” or “begging for a living” but I got confused and decided to title it “bara” instead. For the sake of everyone who doesn’t have an idea of what “bara” means, it means “alms” and “bara” is a Yoruba word in case you were wondering. Our major concern today isn’t the beggars that are clearly handicapped and need help because they do not know how else to go about it, it's the well dressed stranded Nigerians who stand at different bus parks claiming to have lost their wallet or that the ATM isn't working, or the mother and child who you see every evening speaking fluent english and begging for money still, or the people who have no physical disabilities but still have a bus-stop where they beg for money. Every now and then, you see people begging for transport fares at bus parks and you just want to help them because they're so well dressed, like how could you not believe them? Besides, you feel it could happen to anyone so you'

“Babes, Kunle is better abeg. At least you went to the same school, served together and even work close to each other, what more do you want?”, “You don’t understand, the other day he slapped me just because I walked out on him, can you take that? Because you are talking rubbish now, see if I get someone else, I won’t even think twice about it, I just want to be happy”, Bella replied. “I understand babe, but it’s not always about getting someone new, you can’t just be running away from every relationship challenge, you gotta face it” Sisi said. “Abeg abeg, let Joshua slap you three times consecutively and tell me how you would feel” Bella said. “I won’t still leave him, do you know how long we’ve known each other for, what we’ve been through together, I can’t start meeting or getting to know someone new, it’s too much work besides I already know Josh inside and out, it’s easy for me to deal with him but someone new, I no dey for that one”. A lot of us are like Bella, some are like Si

It's finally here, the final episode of the first OTTH series, I know you've been eager to know how it all ended so here it is. If you've not read any of the previous episodes, click here  to read. You don't want to not know how we got here. Having done that, enjoy the final part of the story. "How's he feeling now" said Cole looking at Kunle in a very concerned manner, "he's better now, what are you doing here?" Jane replied. "Checking on my best-friend of course or do I need your permission to do that?", "I'm not saying you need my permission, I'm just saying you shouldn't be here after everything", silence. "I know you did it" Jane said, "Did what?" asked Cole, "It" Jane said as she pulled him aside and continued "I don't care about what has happened in the past, I don't need your revenge, I don't need you, all I need is my husband alive", she doubted tho

The importance of saving cannot be over-emphasised especially when one has a steady income. It is necessary to not spend all we get monthly. I understand that it's not easy to let go of a certain amount but it's not actual "letting go" because what you're really doing is keeping it aside for the rainy day. Believe me, that rainy day would definitely come when you least expect and you would be grateful that you had something saved up. Asides keeping some money for the rainy day being a very good reason for saving, saving is an act of discipline. Your willingness to save against all odds shows how disciplined you are towards managing your expenses. It shows the extent to which you could go to achieve your goals. If you can save 500 naira from every 5,000 naira you get once a month, it means you could save 5,000 naira from every 50,000 you get and so forth. Its a sacrifice from you for you. The real truth about saving is that it is a difficult task. A task only d

Hey Heyy, it's another episode. If you've not read any of the previous episodes, kindly click here  to do so in order for you to enjoy this episode. Thank you very much for reading and comments, I love you. Okay, let's proceed. “Hello, good afternoon”, there was no response from the other end but he could hear voices underground; “hello, can you hear me?” he repeated, then a response came when he had almost given up, “HELLO, who’s this?” in the most “agbero-ish” voice he had heard but did it matter? “Good afternoon, are you Shegzy?” to which he got a “Yes, what do you want?” convinced that he was speaking with the right person, he quickly said, “I need your help and it’s not something we can discuss over the phone” he said quickly just in case someone decided to eavesdrop. “Ok, when and where can we meet?” They concluded on a place and time and the call ended almost immediately. “Hey Honey, how are you?”, “I’m fine bae, missing me?” said Kunle, "Yeah, I can't w

Apparently, music is for low lives and I'm sure that most of us DISagree. Don't look at me like that, I didn't say that and I would never make such statement. You would never hear that from a "music-holic like me or better still music freak. This was a statement an acquaintance made to a friend of mine because she claimed to love and make music. According to him, music is meant for low lives, it is a way out of education, people go into music out of frustration and jobless-ness because they need fast money. Before I go further in this write-up, I'd like to define the term "low-life" according to the internet, wikipedia precisely. A low-life or lowlife is a term for a person who is considered morally unacceptable by their community. Examples of people who are often called "lowlifes" are thieves, drug dealers, hustlers, freeloaders, scammers, gangsters, gangster girls, drug users, alcoholics, thugs, underage mothers, prostitutes and pimps. In

Hey hey, I know you've been waiting for this episode but finally, the wait is over until...if you've not read any of the previous episodes, it means you have a lot of catching up to do. You can read the previous episodes by clicking on  episode one ,  episode two  and  episode three . Read the ones you missed out on and get back here as soon as possible. Having done that, let's proceed; “You may now kiss the bride” said the Pastor, my husband looked into my eyes and said “you look beautiful” as he proceeded to put his lips on mine…next I heard was “if my love can’t be with you, who in the world can I give it to……” that was my phone ringing. Yes, I changed my ring tone from “Chandelier” by Sia to “Can’t say I never loved you” by Melanie Fiona because I think it relates more to my present situation. The ringing phone brought me back to the land of the living as I was obviously dreaming. This dream makes it the third dream I’ve had about Cole and I getting married. No, I don

I really do not know how to start this write up. I’m just going to follow the direction of my fingers. I’m sure we’ve all seen women with about five kids or more walking on the road. She probably has one on her back, and then drags the rest with her as they are all lined up according to their heights like students on an assembly ground. They probably just live in a room and parlour apartment if they’re comfortable enough to afford it. Most times, it’s just a one-room apartment with a general toilet and kitchen for all the tenants to share. They probably do not have a television set because it is considered luxury talk less of having a DVD player or GOtv. Her husband might be an “okada” man who works so hard to make his family eat at least twice a day-breakfast and dinner. She, the wife sells “uwgu” and the likes somewhere on the road side. At the end she gains about 1,000 naira or less but it’s not even enough so she has to spend out of her capital to feed her kids and buy malaria drug

I know we've missed this series (believe me, I did too) hence the third episode. For those of us who hasn't read any of the episodes, you can read episode one here  and episode two here  as well so you can understand this episode. Now that you've done that, let's proceed... I knew I wasn't morally justified to yell at Janet because I'm a cheat, but if she had to get back at me for my flirting, Cole wasn't the right candidate. Nice play Janet, real nice play. I had been driving for Lord knows how long, no destination in mind, truth be told, I had a blank mind. Ronke! Her name rings like a dining hall alarm in my head, her seductive face and ways tingles the "sinner man" in me. I had to see her immediately. She's like a virus in my blood. Once her type gets into a man's life, there's no going back as its fight to the finish. Sipping a glass of red wine in her well furnished apartment after surprising her with a call asking for direc