Sometime in 2023 after I mentioned Online that I was walking the road of Cancer, someone forwarded this WhatsApp message to me. They said nothing else. I did not need it but I had someone in Nigeria then who did. Figuring it would come in handy I thought of her immediately. Verifying Accuracy However, since…
It was my then best friend Ojochide who first pointed out my self sabotage. Unfortunately, my save-the-world glasses were still on then. Teenage friends who met in Jos then transitioned to Lagos. We were at the Tejuosho market, Yaba, that day when I began berating her. Again she had lost her cool with one of…
It is official! If you read that now, it means:
Today, December 30th, would have been two years I left this world. That was the second time I came close to ending it that year. It was some days after radiotherapy. I had been struggling for the last few days with the thoughts. It was a feeling of someone holding your head down under water….
My soul is out there wandering the streets of Jibowu, Yaba in Lagos, Nigeria. But my body sits on this bed typing and listening to songs. I peer at the time. 03:02Hrs. A time when normal men sleep. However, sleep is far from me. I sit here watching myself go back again to Jibowu as…
“I feel like my cancer has not really gone away. I see it as a tiger lurking under the tree close by and waiting to pounce on me. So it keeps me on edge not knowing when I would cross paths with her or when she would pounce” Most people around the table nodded in…
It all started with this one leaf. The plant was acting up. My Philodendron which bloomed throughout the winter and spring, was now withering in summer. Within weeks it all shriveled. “Why would you survive the harsh winter then refuse to thrive now?” I kept being nice to it but since it was determined to…
It was the summer of 2021. And we were at the Cap Vert Peninsula. Seated inside a restaurant at les Pointe Des Almadies. I hoisted myself onto the low wall separating the restaurant from the Atlantic Ocean and sat on it. Knees pulled up and arms folded across, I stared mesmerised at the beauty as…
click here for part 1 “I always have Altars commemorating my encounters with God” “Altars kwa?” I responded “Yes. Altars like Bible times” I knew about Altars. I mean, both of us are Old-time religion, faith-based bible followers. We shared similar foundational upbringing and the bible was one common area for us. However, when…
“I am a Nigerian”.
“We do not die”.
Okay, let us paraphrase that.
