• Faith,  Lifestyle

    SUNDAY THROWBACK: The Painful Years God Ignored Me.

    "At the count of three, the Holy Ghost will move in this place. One, two, three... Fire!" And half of the people were on the floor screaming. Except me. As a child born in the Church, this was one of the things I could not get: why God was ignoring me. Why had the Holy Ghost never thrown me on the floor? Instead, I witnessed over and over again people around me getting full of it and falling.

  • Faith,  Lifestyle

    Where is my Uncountable Trillion Dollars?

    Tonight is one of those nights I spend wondering about money. “Lord, that power to make wealth you talked about, explain it small, please. Are you still giving it to me abi, you already gave it cause I don’t understand these days…” Then I proceed to the self-pity stage. I’m just thinking: I wouldn’t mind 1 million naira in my account right now. I know it’s way below what my mates have but let’s start with that tonight, uhn? That’s not too much, is it, Lord? Uhn? At least I’m not greedy, ehn? And I can swear I heard God laugh at me. “One million? Is that money to you?”…

  • Lifestyle

    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,

  • Lifestyle

    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…

  • Creative writing

    I Mourn The Lagos That Raised Me

    I remember a Lagos of long ago. The streets were not so crowded and people frowned less. The adults talked more because they knew almost everyone on their street and it was okay to smile at strangers. I remember my street, and the open doors. Then, the word ”family friend” meant much more than it does today. Children of different household played together on the streets without suspicions. There was never a lack of games to play but of time and strength. We raced with tires through the streets; we played mummy and daddy, tinko-tinko, Boju-boju, Police and thief, the kanta game, the rubber games and a thousand others. Many…