Lifestyle

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    A SUNDAY THROWBACK: The First Time My Mum Caught Me Swearing.

    Note: Expletives in post. One Sunday evening, some years ago, I was in the kitchen as usual preparing dinner for my family, and I was not smiling. This event was right before I entered the University so I would be around sixteen. I was feeling frustrated…as usual too- all those crazy teenage hormones throwing a party in my system, making everything seem like the whole world was against me and my happiness. There I was, vexed and murmuring about how others have cool parents but I had to be only human unfortunate enough to get stuck with slave masters. I’m daydreaming about getting into the University and running free. Who…

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    The Line You Should Never Cross as You Plan Your Future

    Day 13 Theme: Ambition I was in class one day when my General Studies lecturer, triggered by an event that morning decided to narrate to us all, a true-life event that happened in the same school, some years back. One that had bewildered many. It was the story of a girl from a very poor background. She got into campus, full of life and a strong desire to shed her stifling and embarrassing background. To live the life that had been denied her from birth. It was a chance to be free; to create her own story, not what life had so harshly forced on her by no fault of…

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    Introducing, a Shameless Person

    Day 10’s Theme: Trust As I thought about what to write on trust, today’s theme, I came up blank until I remembered a past event. A typical day in my house, especially when my two younger sisters are on a break from their boarding school can be likened to minor mental torture, pressure and incessant stress. Today, I want to let you in on what a real typical day in the Jeremiah’s household looks like. I hope you see something on trust through this somewhat strange drama…just like I did. Few weeks after getting my new laptop. Afternoon. 1:06pm (I’m on my bed when a sister comes to me).Her: Chioma…

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    Wings of Change: My Android Story

    I first heard of about the android phone from my younger brother. I saw one first in the hands of Adeoluwa. Adeoluwa, who once told me the "Ade" in his name meant he was from a royal family; a prince. Imagine my 8year old Disney-saturated brain and the magnitude of explosions, the word "prince" evoked in it then. It was a wonder I did not go on my knees paying homage immediately. Ade, like most of his specie,

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    A Child’s Elder Look

    I visited once when he was five. After the usual initial one hour of shyness, we were buddies again, picking up as if we had never resorted to a long-distance relationship. That same evening, he marched up to me. Yes, I said marched. "Aunty Chioma." He called. "Uhhmm?" "I know very many things!", he said. Looking at his face, I burst out laughing. Maybe if he had been smiling, I would not have but the champ was sporting a small worried frown.

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    I have Been Taking My literacy For Granted

    I came to this strange realisation in October, last year. Growing up, all around me, formal education was not something anybody deliberated on. The only question asked was on if the child would attend a private or public school depending on the means of the parent or guardian. It was also normal to have started school by age two and when it was their turn, our younger ones automatically joined us in school. Even family in other parts of Nigeria too, attended schools. It was one mutual ground of discussions between us- our schools. As at Secondary school, even the dullest student could read and write. Since I started my…

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    My Tailor Called Me A “Deeper Lifer”

    For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had tailor issues. No matter which tailor I went to, they always found a way to return my materials to me looking like something straight from the underworld and 70% of the time, I’d end up tucking these clothes at the bottom of my box, never to be seen until I no longer felt guilty about disposing them quietly. Last month, I decided it was time to sew some of the materials I’d received as gifts. You know, sew some simple gowns but this time I was going to get myself a nice tailor for once and I began to carefully…