Today, I decide on a capitalist lunch alone. My assigned driver takes me to a capitalist restaurant – one of the elitist watering holes of anybody who is anybody in Nigeria’s centre of power.
I invite the driver to come in with me. He is shocked. He is used to waiting in the car. Or being given some change to go and find an appropriate Mama Put for his own lunch while the Ogas eat in the capitalist location. Continue reading
I read a story this morning on Facebook about a Nigerian lady who left Nigeria for the United States through the Green Card Scheme. Prior to her Diaspora experience, she was a successful trader in Nigeria. However, her expectations of a beautiful America flowing with milk and honey were not met upon arrival.
She was shocked that there were no provisions of work by the US Government. She thought with the Green Card, the Government provides you housing and work upon arrival. But to her dismay, there was nothing of such. She ended up working in a fast food eatery for 3 years with a meager paycheck that was barely enough to sustain her. Continue reading
This week since Monday has been sunny. The beauty lies in the weather. The sun has been out for some sightseeing, I think. And it’s been casting a golden beam to everything under it.
It is so beautiful today. The air is crisp and refreshing. It’s been glowingly sunny too. So the weather is slightly cold and warm at the same time. And this sunshine is beautiful. This glorious sunshine makes me love summer times. However, I know this is the Fall season. Continue reading
I have always heard the word “summertime” and have come across it in books and watched the features of the season in movies. But I never fully understood what it meant practically.
Ah, summertime! That was the missing word from what I was already exposed to back in my homeland. It has always been there, always, with me. And I had no inkling or so I thought until a few years later when I arrived in Europe. Summertime. Sunshine. Hot sun. What is the difference between these words? Well, Nevermind. I come from a tropical region where the sun is up and high until sundown in the eventide. I have experienced serious heat waves and the severe sunburst of terrifying fiery sunlight. It burns the skin. It heats up the body to the extent of producing blocks of sweat on one’s brow. The weather in Nigeria is quite hot and humid and people wish for rain or anything that will shield the sun from shining profusely on the skin. Anything at all that would pacify the heat and send chilly coolness to the body. Continue reading
We all need people around us at some point in our lives. No man is an island and no man can exist in isolation. We can’t travel this journey on earth without the help of other people. We need the support from family members or friends. Despite the negative impressions and betrayal from people, we still need to identify those people who are worthy to share our lives with us.
The most important thing is to ensure you mingle with the right people who understand your personality and add value to your life. And ditto. Continue reading
It was a fatal accident and Peter suffered a severe brain injury. He could vaguely remember seeing a car coming towards him that Thursday evening.
He tried to narrate the ugly incidence to those around him, after three days, when he finally came out of a coma in the hospital. But, alas, his family were hit with his decline in memory. Continue reading