Dear non-Africans, do you believe in juju? I mean voodoo. What’s with the question, right? So I’ve read, seen around and on TV too, a thing — not sure how common it is, so I won’t say — one of what has earned Africans, especially Nigerians, a bad reputation abroad. It’s the thing with some … More The Call
They say you don’t know the value of what you have until you lose it. What about the things you almost had but didn’t want, the ones you could have had but ignored? Do they suddenly become more valuable when they are no longer within your easy reach? Very often — I don’t know how … More The Distorted Order Of Things
I came across this picture a few months back. I laughed over it. It was a joke to me — the kind you took in with mixed feelings, leaving you with an unpleasant taste after the euphoria was gone. But it’s true and that’s why it’s sad. And it’s not just the politicians. I watched … More Stereotype Him
I wore shoes to class yesterday — the first time. It was the second, actually. I avoided everyone I knew the first day. Anyway, as I walked into class yesterday afternoon, a friend kinda complimented me. She said she liked my dressing. It sounded a little odd to me because the only thing different about … More What’s A Compliment To You?
What are the chances of someone you like, liking you back? Not really great? Some people check stats, the mainstream ratios of yeses and noes, and decide, based on these, whether someone likes them or not. If most polls say, like this one for instance, that, “In most cases, a person’s crush doesn’t feel the … More Why should I do it? Only few get lucky.
I like confident people. Many people do. I like the way their minds don’t go blank, their voices and bodies don’t quake with anxiety when they want to express themselves, and their ability to maintain eye contact. It’s admirable. I’m nothing like that. I prefer to write. People somewhat scare me. It’s not exactly cool. … More Anxiety? It’s easy. Just pretend these people aren’t here.
I was thinking about penning down most of my thoughts, as I do my poems. Maybe make short posts, open a page, create a blog for that or stuff — a place for my tiny effusions. My mind is a conflict field, busy with thoughts; unmatching colours strewn all about so it’s difficult selecting where … More Breaking The Ice. Is There One?