Operation Andrew

The Cathedral Church of Christ, Marina (CCC) is the oldest Anglican cathedral in the Church of Nigeria. The foundation stone of the first building was laid in 29/3/1867 and the cathedral established in 1869. While the construction of the current building began 1/11/1924 and completed in 1946. But this isn’t about the church as we … Continue reading Operation Andrew

Happiness Through The Hour-Glass

If you had asked me what happiness meant a decade ago, my answer would have read: it’s finally coming home to good food and a warm bed. You see, I was in a boarding school that availed me only the basic luxuries—as basic as they could get. When I posed the same question to a … Continue reading Happiness Through The Hour-Glass

Raped Twice

This touched me in so many ways I do not have the courage to explore.
We’ve talked about rape so many times, but we can never talk about it enough.

 

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The Off Key Of Life

Statistics tell us that one in five women in the United States have been raped in their lifetime.

One in five women.

The next time you’re in a room filled with people, take a look around at the women in that room and think about those numbers. Disturbingly, since rape is underreported in this country, that number is higher than statistics indicate.

When I started this blog I wanted it to be a place I could go to and just write what was on my mind. Whether it was funny or serious, it was going to be my place to vent. The Stanford swimmer’s rape trial and verdict that has been in the news recently is so disgustingly obscene that even though I wanted to write something, I couldn’t find my way here to rationally articulate any reasonable thoughts. But I have to say something.

A young unconscious girl was…

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Thinking About The End

Death comes to all of us—eventually. Unless you’re of the biblical school of thoughts, then maybe you’ll live to see the rapture. Otherwise, death comes and it’s an end we all have to face. I find the thought of this mortality amusing—I’ve said this before and got called a weirdo, but think about it. If we … Continue reading Thinking About The End

On First Impressions and Seconds

Do first impressions matter? A week ago I was walking home from work, down a busy Lagos street, exhausted and barely keeping the adrenaline pumping when I stopped to buy bread. Bread because I don't know how I'll survive in my house without it for a whole weekend. The woman was rude. That was my first … Continue reading On First Impressions and Seconds

731 Days of Writing and Community

I began this blog two years ago in a hotel room far from home, filled with questions of my worth. It wasn’t a very happy day, but then, my life was not particularly cheerful to begin with. There were times when I cried so much I wondered if the flow would ever stop, and there … Continue reading 731 Days of Writing and Community

Intricate

It took staring at a leafless tree for days and struggling to still my hands from reaching for a camera to come to this; to realize how monotonous life is when we allow it. Wake up. Eat. Work. Sleep. And perhaps pull out our cameras and take a shot ever so often. It’s not difficult to … Continue reading Intricate

Christmas Blues

  I woke up today, walked outside and sniffed the air. It was there: Christmas. I could smell it in the cold, dry wind that signaled the beginning of the harmattan. It was there in the dust that twirled in the air; in this incredible heat from an angry sun, ever less often punctuated by rain. … Continue reading Christmas Blues

Your Story Doesn’t Count

His was the only familiar face as I stepped into the bus. I made my way to his side—more leg space I told myself, but it was curiosity that propelled my feet. Then I spent the next minute stealing glances, willing my mind to connect the dots three weeks old. We’d moved only ten minutes … Continue reading Your Story Doesn’t Count

Alive, Barely Breathing

27 The days past since my last post on a pet friend turned food. The stats tell me you've visited weekly, especially Sundays and Fridays. Everyday my Reader and mailbox flood with new posts from other blogs and websites I follow-- I wonder how they write, where their inspiration and drive comes from. One word comes back each … Continue reading Alive, Barely Breathing

A Tale Of Bobby

He was virginal white, full of life and every bit active. I fell utterly in love the first day we met. Aunt had just come home from a very busy day at work and we went out to welcome her and bring in the bags. I usually didn't take part in the boot-clearing-bag-carrying ritual because … Continue reading A Tale Of Bobby

A Long Way Home

I watch the bus make its last turn and come to a halt. The ride may have been a long uncomfortable one, but the early flutters of hope has my heart thumping in anticipation. The streets are full of people—old and young alike; some heaving bags out of boots, welcoming their loved ones with warm hugs; others chatting … Continue reading A Long Way Home

Flirting With Darkness

                                                      My blogging friend George over at the Off Key Of Life does this exercise where he plays on the dark-side. The general idea is to get out of … Continue reading Flirting With Darkness

When It’s Never Enough

My new friend and I walked down the length of the University’s road in search of an ATM. It’s been less than 30 minutes after feeding on what was no doubt the most decent meal we’ve had in weeks—not decent because we couldn’t find anything to eat all these while, but because we could finally … Continue reading When It’s Never Enough

Fifty Shades Of Whatever You Like

Man has three lives: one shared with the world, another known to the inner ring, and a third between himself and his maker. The first is the politically correct being, one that turns away censure, judgment and all things vile; the second is reserved for those we trust, whose lives intersect with ours by virtue … Continue reading Fifty Shades Of Whatever You Like