So January is over

I have fallen back into those old habits

The same ones I swore I would drop

I beat my chest and told myself, “It’s done! Never again will I be caught in this same hole”.

Done and dusted, I thought

Gone with 2016, or so I thought.

It’s been a little over 31 days and I am right back there (more…)


Na wa oh!

Warning: This is me ranting!

I do not know how we believe we can get away with doing anything we want. Where did we get off behaving badly and expecting that there would be no repercussions? It is the Nigerian system, you say. There’s probably something in the water that just automatically configures our minds. We have so mastered the art of corruption that you would think there was a playbook or something. And the shameful way we just go around ‘doing anyhow’  and then we justify it with “Na Naija we dey”,  is just disgusting, to put it mildly.
That a person walks to a bank ATM, slots in his card and types 1,000 naira and 2,000 naira was dispensed or 5,000 naira and you got 10,000 naira. Obviously, something’s not right. Something in your head should tell you to walk into the bank,  alert one of the officials, so the problem can be fixed. But rather than do that, you walk away with the money. Not even for one second did you think about how unusual that was or whether a mistake had been made and maybe someone’s job would be on the line for that error. And when you get a call that there was an error in your transaction and you were over paid, ergo, you need to bring back the excess, you claim not to have known that there was an error. Really?! The 5000 naira you wanted to withdraw didn’t feel extra heavy in your hands when it was dispensed? Or 1000 naira has suddenly become two 1000 naira notes? Okay, let’s just say you didn’t know, now that you have been informed nko? And asked to bring back the excess, you don’t. Wow! And to think that you didn’t know!


If the ATM had under paid you. Ehn! You would unleash World War 3!
Or the market woman who puts a little dent in her tin so she can sell a lesser quantity of crayfish and pocket the difference?
Then we scream and light up social media with how this isn’t the change we asked for? Give me a break! I’m in no way supporting the government here nor am I giving them a free pass but I am much more concerned about you. Yes, you.
You who favours one child over the other and it is so obvious that the other children feel slighted.

You who would throw your gala wrapper and empty bottle of “finju” milk out the window just because.

You who would pocket the change after running an errand. You think the person who sent you on that errand had no idea that there would be change? “ehn, oga go still say make I keep am”.

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When did you become a mind reader? At least bring it back first.

You that would sabotage your colleague at work just to get ahead. What happened to good old fashioned hard work and honesty (the same qualities we demand from our leaders at different levels)? When it doesn’t favour you, they become lofty concepts that you can never live up to. You are only human after all.

You that would hike the money you were asked to pay in school adding an unnecessary sub-head, “miscellaneous”. We all know that’s bull! Then we scream bloody murder when the national budgets are spiked. Talk about double standards! You might say it’s not the same thing but isn’t it? The only difference is that the latter is on a much larger scale with much more casualties and not just your unsuspecting parents.

You that would say, with no shame whatsoever, that “I would also take my own share of the ‘national cake’ if I ever get into power”. How messed up is that!


That is why you will never get there! Or you that would rob your organisation blind? Oh, forgive them for thinking you were an honest and trustworthy human being and decided to make you treasurer! Oh,  if only they knew that you housed that never satisfied, always wanting more green eyed monster. Need I go on? WE NEED TO DO BETTER fam! Each and everyone one of us, in whatever corner we find ourselves.

As I do not have a more grandiose ending for this, I would just end it.

It might destroy us…

I was walking back from work yesterday and on my way to take a bus, at the small roundabout under the Falomo bridge I saw posters with blank faces and the name of each girl at the bottom of the picture with #bringbackourgirls at the top of it. They were pinned all round the roundabout each poster with a different girl’s name. And I just stared at it and in that moment, I was overcome by a deep sense of compassion and anger: compassion because of what the families must be going through right now and anger at why this had to happen in the first place and how it’s taking forever to bring them back! I’ve read different reports and updates about the whole thing that sometimes I don’t even know what to believe anymore. But two things remain though, the fact that all the protests at different places in the country, our outcry on social media which has gotten the attention of people from different parts of the world, shows that, as a people, we still care about something other than ourselves and the second is the realization that our hope and faith in this country is hanging in the balance and what would determine where we go from here, for so many, is the outcome of all this. With the whole of my heart I hope this doesn’t end the way a lot of other things end in this country, where nothing substantial gets done and there’s no restitution. I fear that we would not recover from this after weeks of crying out if they don’t #Bringbackourgirls. There’s a lot riding on this and I hope there’s no doubt about that. My fears might be unfounded but I would have been able to move past it if there was something positive to hold on to and there haven’t been a lot of those lately. This terror is tearing this nation apart and the people who should be responsible for keeping us safe have folded their arms for so long and don’t seem to care. And are only now trying to act when things seem to have gotten out of hand which, quite frankly, I’m not even sure they know how; the curse of years of complacency… So pardon me if my faith is a little shaky.
After staring for what seemed like forever, I was able to tear my eyes away from the poster, and in the wake of my helplessness, I said a prayer for these girls, their families and for us as a nation because they really need to #Bringbackourgirls because I fear this might destroy us otherwise, even more than it already has.