I have written some random facts about me in the past. But it’s an inexhaustible list. So here are some more facts to nibble on today.
I am of the school of thought that anything worth doing is worth doing well with a laugh and a smile. I try to approach life and people with that in mind. When I take stock of my life, I realised a long time that the best thing I can be is kind. Thus, I’m proud of my commitment to kindness. And these days, I do kindness with my common sense unlike before. Continue reading
I die every time there is a horrific plane crash.
Air disaster has happened several times in the past. And I have died many times in the past. I die out of shock. Then I inhale life again.
The deep emotional trauma associated with every gruesome crash leaves me questioning the mysterious ways of death. And it takes days to pull me out from the debris of throbbing ache and dismal hope. Life is so transient. Such was my experience at the news broadcast Last Sunday. A plane crash that shattered aspirations in such devastating magnitude. The reports of Sunday’s doomed flight tormented me.
And I broke down in uncontrollable tears. Continue reading
Yesterday, President Obama gave one of the most significant speeches of his life – his farewell speech. Sasha Obama, his youngest daughter, was missing in action. Naturally, the Americans needed and wanted to know the whereabouts of the young lady. Continue reading
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
It all started yesterday afternoon with my feeling cheated that I paid for my car when I bought it in 2014 and nobody warned me that there are parts of it that I will never get to use because of the culture of Obodo Oyibo.
If you sell me a car, and the culture of your society says that I will never get to use the horn, should you not have deducted the cost of that useless, extraneous part from the overall price of the car? This is car number 6 or 7, since my student jalopy days back in British Columbia. Six cars, twenty years, two countries (Canada and the US) and I can’t remember ever having had to honk, sorry, to horn. Not once. Continue reading
As humans, there are times our thoughts travel far and wide. Our inner peace is besieged by life’s exigencies. No matter how hard we try to erase some memories, they keep coming back to us.
I’ve had moments when I’m in that solitary place and I keep wondering about life. Life happens and things get out of hand. Life happens and joy turns to sadness. Life happens and you feel betrayed by the person/people you trusted so much. Life happens and a once beautiful relationship crumbles. It’s such an unpredictable world. Continue reading
Growing up, we spent more times outdoors as kids. I experienced an outdoor childhood unlike what the norm is today. Those moments we spent outside with other kids were one of the greatest memories of my childhood.
Vacation from school meant coming together with friends for some unforgettable moments outdoors. We indulged in all kinds of play and took long walks into the neighbourhood, helping the others run errands. Togetherness was the watchword. And there were no acrimonious tendencies at that time. We shared our meals if need be. We enjoyed the feel of the sun on our backs and the slap of the wind on our faces giving us a breather as we inhaled freshness into our lungs. The healing powers in playing outdoors with friends nurtured me. I grew to appreciate the other person. It boosted the humanness in me. Continue reading
A few weeks after I arrived Denmark
I found myself in a new society with an entirely new culture
Every waking day, I try to grasp a bit of the whole new environment
And just then, my new friend and housemate
A PhD researcher introduced me to her Danish supervisor
During dinner, she hosted at our student hostel
Her supervisor came with his lovely wife
And we all chatted while eating the assorted dishes
Prepared by my amiable friend. Continue reading
It was a cold winter night when darkness has overshadowed light. Serenity was at its peak and the whole house enjoyed a soothing peacefulness.
There was no ambient audible sound and the obvious silence was loud in the room that even the drop of a pin can pierce through the silence.
A cup of tea lay by her bed-side while little Adaeze looked up at her mom. Continue reading
I was raised Catholic but converted to Pentecostal when I knew that my parents can no longer influence my decisions regarding the place of worship. I embraced this denomination mainly due to the stimulating, invigorating and melodious tunes by the Praise and Worship ministrations rather than the preaching on the pulpit. And this does not mean that I believe any less. Rather it was an entirely new experience for me and I was enjoying worshipping God in a new way. Continue reading