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Nnanna watched as the young girl reached up to kiss her boyfriend goodbye. Somehow, he just knew something had gone down in the sheets. His mind took him down memory lane. Those days of plucking the unripe mangoes and eating them with salt. 'Chai!, he thought, "I've lived life o. Wetin man no enjoy?" He smiled, walked to his car and drove off...thinking of the girls he made cry, the girls he interchanged with his friends, the ones he refused to marry because they weren't virgins, the line of girls foolish enough to have fallen for his wiles and graced his bed, his long list of 'used and dumped girls'. "Those were the days men", he thought, smiling. "Thank God I have a decent daughter". He reached home, got down from his car and walked into the house....only for him to see Uju on the sofa with Bolanle on top of her, writhing. With the strength of a boar, he ripped Bolanle off and laced him with blows, screaming "How dare you defile...

Seen the movie, GOD'S NOT DEAD 1 & 2??? It's a must watch. It covers two major topics of interest of mine: RELIGION and LAW. This movie explains a lot of misconceptions about the Christain faith. It rekindles one's faith and it gives us all hope. It is loaded with a lot of quotable quotes (you'll verify it when you see it). It shows a united Church...a complete body of Christ...where we all do things the ideal way according to the laws Christ gave. Which is exactly what Christainity does and preaches. The fact that some people misrepresent the teachings of Christ doesn't mean we should cast it aside. We all have our individual races to run. Different from the next. We have been given a brain...and freewill....and the Gospel and Prayer. How we utilize these gifts differ. We all will always experience pain and misfortune and one or two mishaps...whether we are Christain or Muslim or Traditional worshippers or Buddhists or even Atheists. I'm be writ...

I walked into a Primary Health Care Center to get my Yellow Card- an International Certificate of Immunization or Prophylaxis. I am naturally scared of injections and was pretty tensed. It was so visible that everyone present were laughing at me- the children inclusive (a friend called me Agbaya,,,lol). Well, let's just say my fears were unwarranted and it went smoothly. What I want to talk about is what happened when it was time to collect the Yellow Card. The man was of Yoruba origin- Lagos to be precise. He spent everyone's time talking about how he hates the Igbos, how Igbos are wicked and stupid and selfish and unexposed...especially those from Awka, and how we, as a people, do not have a language. He was emphasizing the superiority of the Yoruba and the inferiority of the Igbo. I politely ignored him cos I simply wanted to collect my card and head back to school. He continued his negative tirade upon the Igbo tribe and it started to get pretty annoying. At a point, ...

So, Aniekan Ekpenyong asked me to write a poem/ article about my TRUE feelings on Nigeria, mirroring her craziness and uniqueness, from my heart. And I did. Though I wrote it, it belonged to him cos I wrote it for him. Well, he just granted me the permission to share it...lol. Here it is.....ENJOY!!! 😄 😄 😄 ********************************************** THE TIMID GIANTS I am a Nigerian because I was born in a geographical contraption called Nigeria. Maybe, if given a chance, I wouldn't have ended up here but...here I am. I love Nigeria...that kind of love that comes when you have no other option.   I once believed in the Nigerian dream, I still believe I believed in meritocracy and progress I believed my generation can make Nigeria work. I believed in our youths, the so-called 'leaders of tomorrow'. But I was wrong and inexperienced. Nigeria is in trouble, in deep, deep trouble Like a quagmire, looking hopeless on the surface Our history is complex ...

I just read an article titled DESCENDANT. Written by a Kenyan named Wanjohi. A Kenyan with a very beautiful mind. It was a wonderful read. I lay on the floor imagining what my maternal ancestors-my mother, grandmothers, great-grandmothers, e.t.c- would think of the life I currently live. I wondered what they would say. Would they be proud or would they be disappointed? Would they be impressed or would they shake their heads in pity? What would the mother of my great-grandmother say if she finds out that I am not married at 21. That I have no baby of my own. That my 'hearth' is empty, devoid of the cries of babies. That my womb hasn't produced a child. That I am not even a fan of babies. What would the Umuadas say, the committee of women's crimes punishment that have existed long before my grandmother's generation, if they heard that I am a supporter of gender equality and that I believe that some únprogressive' / regressive parts of our 'culture' s...

Iyameni watched with a smile on her face as Arinze got up and walked to the window. He was a beautiful specimen. Tall, dark and solid, even in his nudity.She watched the supple muscles move and the veins twitch. He was beautiful to look at.  The room was cold from the air conditioner. She tucked herself further into the covers. Her grandmother had told her with all seriousness, with that voice that comes with age and wisdom and concern, "Meni, my dear. You have to grab what you want. People are generally stupid. Don't let their stupidity cloud your judgement." She believed grandma. She believed grandma all the time. Arinze was her classmate at the University of Southampton. He had come there for his Master's program which he had almost completed. He was like her academically, though more passionate about Public Health than she was. He had a good heart, caring for the less privileged, helping the orphans and the women whom life had dealt a hard blow. He was a lov...

    Madonna was a good girl. She was one of those girls who swore by every thing they believed in that they were going to marry as virgins. Her friends looked up to her ideals-strong and sturdy. She built a brand of resilience and strength. She was the Nigerian version of Rock of Gibraltar. She was a strong willed beauty.    As she grew older. her principles started fazing out. Though seemingly perfect on the exterior, she wanted to explore the world - the boys in particular. They were novel to her and the more she savored them, the more she wanted more.     Then came James. He was tall, dark and handsome and though he was in a relationship, she wanted a bite of that apple. They became very close friends. He took her out on endless dates, bought her thoughtful gifts, told her stories about himself and his family. She enjoyed his company.     The physical attraction was there but being her usual principled self, she set the 'rul...