On her interest in changing the status quo, her religion and her passion for creating a Talk show... Our world is all about announcement; we announce the birth of a child, we announce the child’s birthday outfit, the child’s university convocation... There really is not anything done in this world that does not require announcement.... Continue Reading →
‘Loni has taught us one thing; that most times it is not about you. That you can only be truthful if you tell other’s story.
BIZZ cannot save you; you might spend hours jamming to his beats while digesting his literal lyrics. Still you should know this - he might sing about love, still he cannot promise you love will save you...
So if anyone asks me the inspiration that drove me to write this story, I am going to say I waited and listened. It is the best way to get through these twins. Be patient enough to understand their similarities but also know people are generally different, even those who shared the same cord.
What I really love doing is telling stories. Not particularly fiction alone but about real people. Though fiction does create room for us to do this, still people are as real as they can get. And we do not have to open a page of a book before we discover real stories. Our reality is... Continue Reading →
I turned 22 today! Oh. Yesterday! In my head I had already posted this on Valentine's day. But it doesn't matter. My birthday was like the day before except I took down my twists, did my makeup, pineapple-d my hair and put on a fancy dress just to take photos for the blog. No date,... Continue Reading →
Hey reader! I've been wanting to ask? Is there a rule that says this is how everybody in the entire world should be dressed? And so if you are not seen in that outfit, you're breaking a sacred law? As though I'm watching a scene from "Divergent" or something. What repluses Nigerian parents about dreadlocks,... Continue Reading →
This is me trying to explain why I have been gone for so long. I have been going through this transformation since I attended the Ake festival last November. It is like I am going through a stage called shedding; where I am peeling off every inch of me that keeps saying ‘’I would do... Continue Reading →
Finally, I resumed back to school after an on-and- off two-year strike action! It was a normal day as usual at Ogbomoso; hot blazing sun threatening to melt your skin, blasting music coming out from my neighbours' rooms and my Indomie noodles getting burnt whilst watching "Stranger things". It was a normal day indeed and... Continue Reading →