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I was reading ‘what the dog saw’ (its first few pages) and I decided to write about something that I totally had no interest in. Something that didn’t fascinate me. I just wanted to see how far I can go with this and also try something quite new. Anyway, while thinking about it, I was staring at the wall in front of me and I thought, lets talk about walls. So inner me says, yeah, lets do this then I’m asking ‘what about walls is going to interest you?’ I began to imagine what the first people to build walls were thinking of when they built their first wall. I don’t know how old walls are but I’m grateful for walls. Imagine you and your family had to share a big house with the neighbors and the each family knew their boundaries by footstep measurements, it definitely won’t be great at all. If your bathroom had no wall separating it from the kitchen and your room was not separate from your parents’ or kids’, not funny yeah? I know right! The need for that physical demarcation is ...

This post is dedicated to all the awesome people in my life. It's my end of the year note. This is where I talk about people I love and express how I truly feel about them. I love a lot of people and I might not be able to mention them all in this article but I'll try my best to capture as much people as I can. Adedayo Ajala, my best male friend. Twitter brought us together,  I can't even remember when anymore but I'm glad I replied that DM. You understand me in ways I don't even understand. You're always there to listen to me. You always tell me the truth even if it hurts. You're just the best bestfriend in the world. I sometimes wonder what I'd have done without you especially those times when I'm just sad for no reason or some reasons. Times I cry and I can't tell anyone why but you. Thank you for being there for me. You're a blessing. I love you. Wale Enemy, the worst best friend in the world. You annoy me more than anyone in this wor...

This year is the year, this year I’ll do this and do that, this year I won’t do this and do that anymore…bla, bla and bla. We all started this year with expectations, from others and from ourselves. We made plans. When the year started, to some, it was looking like ‘the year’ while to some it seemed like the year was still ‘booting’. Some people’s ‘year’ was still booting by April and their year finally started in august but somehow, they managed to achieve more than the person whose year started right on time. Some achieved not so much but are more fulfilled than those who achieved much more. Achievement means different things to different people I’ve come to find out. For me, this year has been very eventful. With numerous ups and downs, happy and sad moments, I’m mainly grateful for life for without life, I wouldn’t have been able to witness all I have. My main goal this year was to learn how to cook jollof rice and I think I’m almost there, you can come and find out. The purpose ...

Drama exists everywhere. In church, home, school, work etc. it is safe to say that drama exists in our lives in different ways. Drama isn’t necessarily negative or positive. It’s just drama and our reaction towards it determines how it’ll affect us whether positively or negatively. Our concern today is on workplace drama. I’ve worked in a few places and from what I hear about other places I haven’t worked at, it pretty much is the same thing. It’s inevitable, drama I mean. You can’t put people with different temperament, background, exposure, habits, etc in one place and expect it to be all fun and games. There are ways to avoid being affected by this drama when it arises and that’s the essence of this post. Thread carefully. If you’re new on the job or at your workplace, it’s important for you to observe everyone well enough to decide how you’ll relate with them. You won’t relate with them the same way because they differ from each other. Only through careful observation is how...

I’m sure you’ve heard the saying ‘don’t think of what your country will do for you, think of what you will do for your country’’ my question is ‘why does your country want you do things for it/her?’ oh well…this article isn’t even about our/my/your/any country, I want to talk about our churches. I gisted you guys some time ago about how some people wanted to crucify me one Sunday because I said I didn’t go to church that day. I was talking to my best friend about how I plan to split my tithe into two because a lot of churches don’t help the people.  They mostly use their money to beautify the structure, build it into a better looking one but neglect building up the people financially and materially. A lot of people give to churches not because they were led by the spirit but because they were instructed by their pastor to do so. I’ve heard stories of how people got broke giving all they had to the church because their ‘daddy in the Lord’ or ‘mummy in the Lord’ instructed them ...

Living in Lagos is a skill, that's what everyone is shouting. Even those who aren't living in Lagos are shouting and I'm just there like what? Biko shut up already before I...well, what can I do? I can barely help myself right now. Would have been easy if I could go back home but I can't even. Imagine oh, I left home by 12. I work as a customer service officer for wekofoam. On this day, I lied to fam that I had work meanwhile it was my off day. The plan was to go to Gbola’s place. Gbola was bae at the time so it was a love inspired trip. I stayed at a place called Enilolobo meaning ‘the person who went is the person who came back’. Whoever made those names though and it wasn't even a Lagos place. It was somewhere like 10 minutes from where actual Lagos started from my end - Ishaga. My afternoon shift usually starts at 2pm so I leave home by 11:30 to join the bus by 12. So I left around that same time on this fake work day. I had no cash so I planned to use the atm...

Who could have thought that Tunde, the bike man, would get his bike snatched from him by his passengers just this morning, this morning eh? He had just carried them from the junction to a destination he wasn’t too familiar with but he was going to ‘rough’ it. The ‘scope’ a lot of bike men uses to avoid losing their potential clients. He knew something was wrong when everywhere seemed quiet and deserted, that was when he told them he wasn’t going anymore. They agreed and got off his bike only to give him the beating of his life and left with his bike. He didn’t know how he got to the bus-stop. All he knew was that he was on the floor telling his story in tears to people hoping a good Samaritan was listening. He had his wife in the hospital and was hoping he’d make some money before evening to pay up part of her bills. He even had an outstanding debt of 500k which he had been paying in 50ks; he had paid just twice when the bike was taken - his only means of livelihood. He was a fathe...