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I had thought I wouldn't be writing this week, I had made up my mind not too. So what made me come up with this piece eventually? There are one thousand and one reasons not to come up with something, I could say am tired, busy and really have a kind of uncaring attitude. After all, I owe no one any explanation if I publish a story or not. Perhaps you've been in my shoes before, probably your reasons more genuine than mine. Perhaps when you were supposed to pick up that book and read, when you lay on the bed when you ought to be preparing your meal only to be jolted by hunger some hours later, that could have been avoided if only you have ignored that voice of 'No am not hungry'. Something suffers at the long run for every reason we give not to do what is expected of us at the right time. In my case, I would have denied my faithful readers some pleasure they derive from my stories. They will waste their precious data searching for new stories on my blog. My consci

I remember the day I watched that Will Smith movie 'The Pursuit of Happyness, I was close to tears. If you haven't seen it, I advise you to watch it. Now lets take a deep look at ourselves and consider the present way we live. From the those commuting passengers from one spot to the other, no thanks to the hot demand for Uber these days to construction workers on various sites across the country. There is even a particular profession that amazes me the most. I won't call names here. They suit up wearing beautiful ties, well-polished shoes and driven in brand new cars with the air condition blowing like the harmattan wind but yet they sweat under it. They are charming and beautiful, like they were carefully selected for the job. They are full of niceties but deep down in their heart, they carry an heavy weight. In fact they are unsung heavy weight champions in the weight lifting (lols). You know why? It’s all about 30 billion for the account (as Davido sang in his son

A question caused me great distress this morning while picking a cab to commute to work. Here it is: why are Africans so unnecessarily aggressive? It all  started from an experience I had while coming to work this morning.The day started well for me with the hamarttan wind whistling behind my house, no doubt I sighed, my favorite weather is here. There is this way it does make me feel. Perhaps, it reminds me of Christmas.Woke up as early as I could, ran around the neighbourhood for some petty things I needed, all done and dusted, I set to sail.  Greetings to the left and right, waving here and there, hopped on a bike and off I got to the main junction to connect with a cab going my route, with no t much time left, I knew was going to clock in late, the thought of deduction from my wages for this offense made me feel quite uneasy knowing the budget at hand and the debts to pay. The least thing I needed that morning was any untoward thing that could lead to a transfer of aggressi

Iya Alakara (The Beans Cake Seller) We call her Iya Alakara (Beans cake seller) because her akara is the best, though she sells other fried foods. Akara is a popular delicacy eaten in Nigeria , it is made from grinding beans,  then mixed with various sauce ingredients and then shaped in the form of a ball before being fried in either a hot palm or vegetable oil. It is eaten with variety of other foods like fried yam, pap and even bread for a proper balance diet. Her spot cannot be mistaken, it is strategically located for commuters and passers-by to easily spot. Walking through my street about three nights ago, I thought hard on my next content for the blog.  Only a hot akara and pap would do at the moment; the thought of cooking would have been  a mission impossible. I have had enough for the day.  So here I was, readily seated right in front of her,  the little smoke emanating from the firewood was not enough to deter me from satisfying  my crave for akara. In no