Nigeria has made me more kind and empathetic. Kind to those seemingly undeserving of this kindness and empathetic to those in less fortunate circumstances and environments than I am.
Observing the dysfunction in our society has made me realize that we’re all victims. Victims by circumstance, not by choice or anything we have control over. Victims of a gruesome system with next to no indicators of positive reforms in sight; save hope. A gleam of hope that weans as the days go by.
More times than I can count, I’ve heard people say Nigerians are among the most resilient people…
The four years I spent as an undergraduate at Covenant University was some of the most defining years of my existence, and they prepared me for my life ahead in ways I would never have imagined. You may have heard the phrase, “Behind every successful woman is a tribe of other successful women who have her back”. I’m here to let you know that behind this success is a league of individuals who have etched their names on the shores of my heart, forever.
They say family never says thank you, but today, I defy the odds of this expectation…
Book by Corrie Ten Boom
It was a standard Monday morning. I was sitting on my desk at work, probably scrolling through social media, or doing something of the sort when I felt a burden to find Corrie Ten Boom’s The Hiding Place and read it with every sense of urgency. I immediately started to look for the book and I knew I wouldn’t rest until I found it. I even tweeted about it and shared my need on my Instagram story, and my best friend came through for me.
As I write this, I haven’t exactly figured out why…
Sometimes we go through what we go through, to help others go through what we went through. — Kathe Wunnenberg
I remember reading this quote in an email newsletter in 2017 and having it stick in my heart because of how much I could relate to it. This was probably the first quote I ever fully and easily memorized.
I’ve come to realise that human beings do a terrible job at telling the whole story of a place, process or journey, especially when someone else is about to walk the same path they did or have knowledge about. Sometimes they’re…
Book by Charles Iyizoba
Here’s a summary of my notes and opinion about this great book. Hopefully, it inspires you to read for yourself and be enlightened on the things I didn’t discuss (in detail).
Disclaimer: I made a lot of references and comparisons to Chinua Achebe’s There Was a Country in this book review. You can read my review of There Was A Country here.
On the Biafra War
Starting this book, I was attracted to Charles’ perspective as a student because I felt his account would give a different view from Chinua Achebe’s elite background. However, this account…
Book by Chinua Achebe
There Was A Country is Chinua Achebe’s profound account of the Nigeria-Biafra war; a grappling chronicle supported with weighty facts and external references. I like the elitist feel of it because it gives a unique perspective of the Biafra story.
The first thing this book made me appreciate is all of the struggles of our past leaders for Nigeria to have come this far as a nation. …
If you look closely at the Nigerian society, one of the deepest societal issues you would discover is the stark inequality between the elite and the masses. In many cases, the aristocrats are oblivious of the depth of suffering of the lower class citizens and do little to nothing to change the status quo. This discrepancy is so much so that Stears Business has written about it three good times (here, here, and here); each time from a different perspective.
On my first day of work at Vaccine Network for Disease Control, a little over a month ago, I went…
Oh those days,
When a student prays,
For a bend,
And your end.
With every single glitch,
You seemed a witch,
You had an ish,
So we called you fish.
Your evil was of the devil,
Your folly on another level,
A heart of stone,
If you were a boat of gold,
I’ll sink it cold.
Fearful you were,
Of us no ear.
We’ll leave you behind,
And hope that you find,
In having some sense.
My first poem, written for Kifi in 2015.
Random musings on being a writer and an editor.
Writing is exhilarating. The combination of the adrenaline and emotions that go into producing a stellar piece and the beauty that resides in fonts, all add to the chase; making the finished work more gratifying. As an editor, the thrill that comes with transforming a chalky manuscript into something spectacular is unmatched.
Combining both professions into one human gives an enigma — or should I say a perfectionist. Like everything else in this world, this merger comes with pros and cons. …
Change: A word we’ve heard more times than we can ever count; one with meanings and weighty expressions we’re all too familiar with.
If you’re Nigerian, change connotes an entirely different meaning — one that’s synonymous with the pain, hardship and suffering caused by the Buhari-led administration. I digress.
Change takes all forms and sizes: from the transition of the colours of leaves across seasons to moving up in age, navigating life in a panoramic, losing relationships, or even the death of a loved one. We’re so used to the word and its concept, yet so unfamiliar with the dynamics…
Writing my thoughts and expressions on life, faith and everything in-between.