Nubian

He had autism from birth. A developmental disorder that hampered his acceptance by the external society. People thought him weird and strange and treated him the way we commonly treat things that we do not understand. The only person who initially accepted him was his mother. (A big shoutout to all the inspiring mothers out there!!!). She loved him unconditionally, despite his defect and taught him all he needed to survive this world. And through his love for humanity and his willingness to contribute his positive quota, and kick against negative, strife-causing ideologies, he was able to bring a very bright ray of light to every gloomy situation he encountered and to the little part of the universe he occupied. We can make our world a better place through the little acts of kindness we show and goodness we do. We don't need to be a President, a Governor or a Senator. We just need to be ourselves, despite the challenges we face; health, academic, family, genetic, financial, e.t.c;...

I was supposed to give a talk about HIV/AIDS to the students of a public secondary school in Awka whose name I would rather not mention for the sake of the government. I do not have a problem with the school and the innocent young minds being raised in the school. My focus is on a particular lady whose name I didn't bother to ask for. We were about to begin the talk when she called me aside, into her office to 'speak to me'. In a voice heavy with judgement and self-righteousness, she told me how 'indecently' I was dressed, yammering and yammering about God and decency and morality and all her self-righteousness...that they don't even allow corpers wear their NYSC trousers to the school and they fire all their female staff who wore trousers. I looked at myself, dressed in a very decent, non-revealing black top and a pair of very decent black trousers and couldn't see the indecency in my attire. I respected her age and accompanied her to see the Principal. S...

The deepest most darkest of hells and the most beautiful of heavens, with us they all dwell. For in the silence of our minds our demons step into the light. The reside within us all; doubt, pain, worry, fear, anger, depression. A part of us as we are part of them. In our ignorance we run, we pray, we fight and kick hard against them believing they are forces outside our beings. Little we know that only in the silence of the minds do our true enemies step out to the battlefield. This has proved to be the noblest, greatest, most stormy, bloodiest and loudest of fights. Yet the most silent because it is only within that it is fought. Only in the silence of the mind We feign escapes ever so temporary in nature, in friends, lovers, alcohol, work and '' goals '', but as we can never truly run from ourselves so it is true for the demons that rest in the silence of our minds. For they wait in eternal patience for the slightest problems, smallest of disappointments and li...