Some days, like today, I have a million and one
thoughts in my head vying for attention, wanting to be written first. They turn
it into a competition singing;
There are certain words that can save us a lot of trouble. They are very simple to say or rather they should be simple to say. The characters they contain are
You are looking at the picture and wondering, is this place in Nigeria? Yes it is. The Sukur cultural landscape has existed since the 16th Century. You heard right. 16th century. This place is also
Do you know the Osun-Osogbo Sacred Grove is listed on the Unesco World Heritage list? Same list that has the fields of the pyramids of Egypt and much more.
Growing up, I could never understand when I saw in
the movies, TV shows, magazines etc., people saying that they don’t love
someone anymore. That thing just
The title wasn't my speech. I was on my own trying to mind my business and my overactive ears picked up a conversation tables away.
The lady was in tears, telling her friends about how she had caught her guy cheating; she'd found explicit chats and what not between him and other girls.
Her friends consoled her and told her to have expected it, that all men cheat and it's in a man's nature to cheat. They are all like
I was discussing with a friend during the week and she asked a question ‘How do you love others without hurting yourself?’ It got me thinking a lot. I know the general rule is that ‘Love is Blind’ and ‘Love hurts’. Well, that’s the general rule, not mine. My own rules and observations in my short existence in the world of humans are that;
1) Love is not blind. It sees the good, the bad and the ugly of the person receiving the love. Love doesn’t deceive you or pull
Have you
ever been at a crossroad? Have you ever reached out to people around you for
help and no one looked your way?
Well my post is for you.
Femi had a
dream, a passion burning within him. He wanted to pursue this dream. Everyone
tried to discourage him. They said he was stupid that it would never work. He’s
nobody, he’s not even a celebrity, so who would buy into his dream. Femi
reached out to his friends and family members, some promised to help. He waited
on them but help never came. He called and called, went to their offices,
houses but they only gave him words. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months
and months into a year. The people he had counted on; the friends, aunties and
uncles had let him down. Femi was distraught. His dream was dying before his
eyes. One day,