Hello people. Its been awhile hasn't it? I am so sorry that I have not been able to update you guys on how everything happened on the day I passed out. Life has been so hazy lately and I've not been myself, even though I try so hard to make it look like everything is… Continue reading How My NYSC Passing Out Really Went Down
The time is 5:57am. Today is the D-day. And yesterday , I received my last alert from the Federal Government of Nigeria. A total sum of #41,100 comprising allawee for both April and May. Sigh... My people, when this alert came in, I was not excited about it, just as news of my passing out… Continue reading Reflections of an about-to-be Former Corper: Receiving My Last Allawee
1) Iron the most important and strategic part of your shirts first. If you wear suits a lot, just iron the shirts' collar and cuffs. 2) Your money is enough to buy a phone, but not enough to get at least, two powerbanks with it? Don't buy the phone. It's useless. 3) If you have… Continue reading 20 Life Hacks for Every Nigerian
I just came across something I wrote many years ago. I've been laughing nonstop and I honestly can't believe I wrote that because it's an eyesore! Like, who writes "Daphne now rose up and went to shit because the thing was worrying her too much"? This is something I wrote over 8 years ago. I… Continue reading Want to Make Your Blog Even Better?
Since my undergrad days when I went days without even #5 to use and buy pure water (because the water the school provided was liquid disease), I haven't had a day as frustrating as today. Two reasons. Let me tell you. Firstly, today is my CDS day, the only day I am permitted by law… Continue reading 5 Things no Corper Should Spend Their Allawee on
We left Gembu around 7.30am for the six hour journey to Jalingo. The journey was uneventful and not as scary as when I first came up. After the first time, you pretty much get used to the terrain of that area. It was still beautiful to watch though, but not scary anymore. We got to… Continue reading My NYSC Experience: Azaya (10)
The call to NYSC... the call to service that changes everything; the call after graduation that seems like jumping from college frying pan to service fire for so many graduates except for a few who are opportune to serve their fatherland in nice places of the nation (and by nice, I mean places where corps… Continue reading 5 Great Tips to help Corps Members Spend Less but Eat More
Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make me a match, Find me a find, catch me a catch Matchmaker, Matchmaker Look through your book, And make me a perfect match --Fiddler on the Roof Kenard is my boyfriend's (I need to find another name to call him. Saying 'my boyfriend' all the time is too one kind. How about… Continue reading Why Matchmaking is the 51st Shade of ‘Don’t!’
Yesterday, one of the male teachers brought this to the staff room. Some JSS 1 boy had written this to his crush who is a classmate of his. Apparently, he had anonymously written a letter to her before. On receiving it, she had reported it to their teachers and she had searched every boy's bag… Continue reading See This Romantic Love Letter From a JSS 1 Boy
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
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!
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
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