1. Studies show that Valentine's Day records the highest rate of suicide. Valentine comes with a lot of expectations from the single and the dating alike. The expectations of the single revolves around the hope that somehow, cupid would perform some magic and they would have someone with whom to spend the day. The dawn… Continue reading 5 Things You Do Not Want to Know About Valentine’s Day
I'm not a fan of the sun. It's heat on my skin is dreadful... I am dark enough as I am. But I like how it shines. It intimidates every other light when it shines, because really, none equals it. They can only wish! That is why I am so excited that Sim of Sim's… Continue reading The Sunshine Blogger Award
If you are like me, then you're one of those people who do not find it necessary to drink water while eating until you're done; and only if you remember. May I ask, why do we even do that? Because the consequences involve slow digestion, bloating, constipation and in the long-run, strong shit. Really strong… Continue reading DIY: How to Sheat that Strong Shit!
I sincerely apologize for the Break in transmission of this series. Enjoy! SETTLING DOWN. The worst thing you can do in Gembu, during November/December, is to sleep alone. The temperature at the period we arrived was around 9-11 degrees Celsius. It was so cold, that we had to wear triple layers of thick clothes and… Continue reading NYSC Experience: Azaya (9)
To be honest, 'four' is not the right number, and neither is four and half but it is closer to the truth. The end of every relationship comes with, most of the time, a lot of hurt and pain, so much that all we can feel at the point is only the unpleasantness of the… Continue reading 4.5 Lessons from 4.5 Exes
My mother and other significant personalities have been pressuring me to come back home for the weekend since I have been away for about three weeks now. One would think it's been three months, the way they make it sound. Being the good girl that I am, I decided to come over. Not just to… Continue reading My Sister is Embarrassed of Me!
Our blog hit 200 follows today and I cannot be more grateful. The thing with small growth is that it allows you enough time to revel in the sweetness of your growth while also availing you the opportunity to appreciate every single move in the right direction. Thank you so much for the follows. I… Continue reading We hit 200!
This year begins on an alien note for me. And this post is all over the place. Bear with me. After the first few hours of the new year, with all the excitement and joy, I was plunged into a sea of wonder and uncertainty, just like it had been throughout the month of December.… Continue reading What is My Purpose in Life?
I grew up around a lot of politics. My father was, and still is, a hardcore PDP member. Before PDP came, he was in a party called SDP, I think. He left his job as a teacher to go into politics full time and even got himself a political office where he served for only… Continue reading A Slice of Me: Me vs Politics
I'm pained. I'm vexed. And I'm sad. Let me tell you why: My little sister asked me with excitement to guess which university my parents want her to go. She is in SS2. I guessed right. It's a new private university very close to where we live. And their school fees per semester is enough… Continue reading Must I Wait for a Man Before My Life Begins?
A few days ago, my mother offered to buy me an exquisite piece of clothing. She does not have money but she feels a necessity to make me as presentable as she can. I guess it's mostly because I am of marriageable age and so she feels the need to give me all that she… Continue reading How Do I Thank My Mother?
Yesterday, I lost another (second this year) dear family member. An Aunt. The day before, I got emotionally shuffled. I guess I just flared up. The pain and anger were locked up somewhere inside of me. I was mad at everything at the same time. It was weakening and stressful. I was losing strength and… Continue reading Of Blisters, Rage and the Perfect Pounded Yam
See ehn, it just looks like Nigerians like to see people suffer. I have no idea what else to call this. Yesterday, they asked all Corps members working in government schools to come around today. Since morning, we've been here, struggling to be attended to. You give them your identity card, they get your state… Continue reading Under The Sun and Unnecessary Wahala
Have you ever been in a place full of intelligent, beautiful/handsome and confident people who all know each other, with you being the only stranger? No? Yes? Today I attended CDS (Community Development Service) here for the first time. I gave a full description of the kind of Corps members here in this post. It… Continue reading My Confidence Starter Pack
Over the years as I grew, I changed my mind a lot about what I wanted to do with my life, but teaching never came to mind. And for as long as I can remember, I have always dreaded the thought of ever teaching. I would say it was the last thing on my mind… Continue reading Teaching: My New Found Love
My new PPA is a Junior Secondary School. It has three classes, JSS 1, 2 and 3 with two arms of A and B each. I am to take Literature in a school where they have never had that subject. When I first arrived, there were no materials. My HOD, a nice Igbo woman with… Continue reading My PPA: Nassarawa
Saturdays are for weddings. But the last three days to the d-day are for work: making chin chin, slaughtering, preparing and frying meat, and other basic wedding things. This is mostly in Nigerian weddings sha, where the family members are the wedding planners. And this is also used as a yardstick to measure friends that… Continue reading I Attended a Wedding on Saturday (2)
I have a lot I want to say. These are supposed to be six different posts, one for the last six days, but I'll compress them into one: 1⃣ There's something we Nigerians call long leg. It is a metaphor that simply means "the ability to make things happen in a faster, less stressful way,… Continue reading So Far in Nassarawa: Settling Down
Have you ever been injected with this chloroquine? It's been years since I last was. With all this time gone, I thought they'd have improved on that thing to eliminate that itching that comes after the injection. But no, thy have refused to grow. It's annoying. I feel like there are a thousand little ants… Continue reading The Aftermath of Chloroquine
Guys like this exist. And nothing will be done to him. And we want to grow? Many things need to change. Goodnight