NO.

It’s just a two-letter word. Why then does it seem so hard to say? There are tons of people who will come for you when you say NO… 1. Your parents and, if you’re African your entire extended family, for starters. After feeding you, taking care of you, sending you to school, sacrificing for you,

Ramblings.

I have just been diagnosed with a dual personality disorder. The doctor literally shouted his diagnosis at me across the living room, yes, that where I was, not in the hospital. You see, I receive a special home service that is priceless.  Now I have been banished to the room, away from sight and sound.

#NigeriaisBeautiful…more pics

More pics from the #NigeriaisBeautiful campaign… Posted from WordPress for Android

The Nigeria I See: Lumide’s #NigeriaisBeautiful Twitter campaign

I was on Twitter one beautiful day and a lovely picture popped up on my timeline. It was a pretty sight of a very familiar place: Lagos. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought beautiful places like this didn’t exist in good ole Naija. But they do. Which brings me to why I’m posting

Story story…2

If you read my previous post and liked it, here’s another outrageous story birthed from the imagination of a five-year old girl. Children are really amazing! Why am I sharing this? So that we can learn to listen to them and understand them, not just bark instructions at them: “Don’t bounce the ball!” “Sit down

Story story…

Date: 2nd April. Time: 2:07am. Location: Bed. Action: Typing. Mission: Blog post. Yours truly had an interesting day with a young’un. You should know by now that I love kids. Yeah, they can be a whole load of noise and all that, but if you take out time and listen to what they say and

G is for… (tell me what it’s for when you comment :) )

I’ve been looking at this screen for quite sometime now, wondering what exactly to write. I finally put finger to keypad, I type, then erase, type again, and erase…again. So I decide to let you all know how I feel. So how do I feel? Anybody wanna take a wild guess? Hungry? Yes, a bit,

A for Adobe: the digital alphabet

If you read my last post, I’m pleased to announce to you that I’ve stopped vexing. 🙂 #teamH.A.P.P.Y all the way y’all… Do you remember how you learnt the alphabet in nursery school? For me it was “A for apple, B for ball…” I saw a post on Facebook today about how the children of

It’s my life!!!

Hi. Sometimes being a good girl is not always good… People tend to think they can tell you what to do… And how to do what to do… And when to do what to do… Mtschew! Anger fuels every keystroke in this poem… Do you think I don’t have a right to be angry? Abi

To write or not to write?

I have been looking at this page for quite some time now, thinking of what to write to you, my highly esteemed reader. No, it’s not a case of writer’s block. I have a lot of things to talk about, especially about what has happened to me these past weeks (wonderful things, I tell you!)