I am a snob.
I do not say this with pride. In fact there’s a bit of sheepishness tinged with shame in that confession.
For someone who claims to be reasonably well-traveled and open-minded or as we call in these days – “woke”, I’m under-exposed to the most important country of all…mine.
There’s a certain arrogance that comes with being a Lagosian. I claim this title of Lagosian and have claimed it for over twenty-something years. [I dare anyone to challenge me] Keep on reading!
It was hard to believe Chidi was married. Watching him twirl across the dance floor with Veronica in his arms, I could not help shaking my head in disbelief. The sight of Chidi twirling was otherworldly in itself. Keep on reading!
For a four year old Inem was quite the chatterbox.
Even now as I attempted to braid her thick natural curls, she was regaling me with the exploits of her arch nemesis at school while Chase interrupted her ever so often with some grammar correction.
“So I toled her..”
“Told” Chase interjected. She was reclining on a couch about a foot away from us casually flipping through a magazine. The 52 inch tv on the wall was tuned to Disney Junior where Mickey and the Roadster Racers was showing. Read More
It was 12:30pm on a Wednesday and the boys and I had just returned from lunch at the office canteen.
The starter had been turkey pepper soup, followed by jollof rice, moin-moin, coleslaw and grilled chicken and finally fruit salad.
We were sitting on Okey’s desk discussing the results of the US elections while picking our teeth. I worked in the Production Unit of Oasis, an indigenous oil and gas company.
I dropped the PS4 controller on the floor with an angry sigh.
The blasted FIFA 17 was clearly not my forte. It had been a gift from Chastity and between work, exams and the prevalent drama in my life, I’d barely had time to play.
The weekends were the only time I ever got to catch a breath.
I stretched my arms high above my head and heard a satisfying crack that indicated the resolution of the nagging kink in my left shoulder.
The shoulder had been strained during barbell pushups at the gym the night before. Read More
When I told one of my male friends that I had registered with a matchmaking service, his first reaction was disgust followed by a steady stream of expletives.
“Ha, they’ll set you up with date rapists or weirdos” he said. Read More