Hello God by Dolly Parton is a song so powerful that it got me writing again after a four-year hiatus. The hiatus is more like five years, if I am being honest with myself.After the
We’ll all keep toying and experimenting with AI until the nominees for the Grammys are released one year, and we see an AI somewhere on that list. As the hobbyist philosopher that I am, it
There is a running gag among young Nigerians that being a Nigerian in Nigeria is such a hellish experience that no one who has experienced such in life should have to go through the pangs
Nonchalance is a noun derivative of nonchalant, which describes someone feeling or appearing casually calm and relaxed; not displaying anxiety, interest, or enthusiasm. It is the new cool. For years, everyone has wanted to appear
To new beginnings. That’s what we say at the dusk of one chapter and the dawn of another. But what do we say when we never realize where one chapter ends and another begins? What
How can a person with two umbrellas, whose movement has largely been restricted to where those umbrellas are, continue to get caught up in the rain?
When the sons and grandson of the progenitor of Afrobeat come together to perform for Global Citizen Live, there is only one song that is perfect for the occasion. Water No Get Enemy by Fela Anikulapo Kuti.
The story I want to write is as much for me as it is for you. Before you get to read it, I read it first. And before you were entertained, I was entertained.
This is for those of us who despite how we feel find it impossible to stop writing. The story lives in us. We live to tell our stories.
The things you have control over today, can you actually do without them? Can you do without one for only one week?
Pick your habits a little more carefully. Most recovery stories often start with a habit that used to be very much under control.
Hold on. Your system was compromised, not mine, but I’m the one that needs to change my password. Shouldn’t it be the other way round?
Should I even be trusting you with my password? This is the bank tying their biros in the banking hall all over again.
When this storm finally blows away, we should never forget those that tried to stand in the way of justice. Those that put their industry over the welfare of vulnerable women in that same industry.
And let’s not forget those who supported a government that wickedly took away the lives of its citizens.
From movies to real life, one question I am yet to understand people ever having to ask is “do you love me?”
Really? Why do you have to ask? Why? And whatever my response is will you believe me? If I tell you I love you, only after you asked, would that satisfy your curiosity?
Practitioners of Kamasutra attest to how pleasurable it is. Users of Kayanmata testify to how enjoyable its product is.
Considering that the intention is similar, shouldn’t we just go for the easier one?
“You’ll never find someone like me”.
First thing first, who told you they were searching for your type? What gives you the impression that they are still interested in someone like you?
I’m sorry. I’m just not used to girls returning my calls.
Interesting. So how many girls have you been calling that didn’t return your calls?
Emmm… Actually… I don’t know. See, let’s forget about that. Where were we?
In the meantime, the police love the camera-friendly generation. They have make investigations easier.
Once you arrest a suspect, go through his camera roll. If you evidence is not there, go to his status on WhatsApp, Snapchat, Facebook, or Instagram. Somewhere, somehow, he will implicate himself.
I don’t think “kind bully” is glorious enough to describe the grandiosity of our president and his loyal, reality-ignoring, alternate-universe-dwelling, merry men.
We can progress to calling him a generous dictator, or benevolent overlord, merry marauder. Or we just might upgrade him to King Bully.
Be ready to welcome The Wilson J’s 21st Century Nigerian Bible Commentary. I don’t know if I should be telling you to look forward to this or asking you to pray that this is never needed.
Before you say age is just a number, consider dating someone older than you by the exact number of years you are older than your target.
If you still think age is just a number after that, then you should actually go with the older option.
This might be a bit of a stretch, but if you ever have to ask if I love you, then I most likely do not.
Or I’ve failed in my love for you.
Either way, I’m not happy you asked.
How Christianity evolved to exclude any fear for God and retain only enjoyment of grace, provision, and every good thing is a mystery that is beyond me.
What you say and how you say it is often the difference between a compliment and a catcall. It is often the difference between all the ladies looking forward to seeing you in the morning or walking away as soon as they see you.
At the end, it is up to you to be either a complimenter or a creep.
Since I now know that there isn’t much I can do regarding my finances until either I earn more or the economy gets better, I have decided to focus on what is within my power.
I must get my finance in order.
I thought home-cooked meals will stop in the new week. My mind was that she had done that to be a good flatmate. It seems I might get to enjoy this for a while.
My only mistake is that I ate before getting home.
If my parents found out about me being in love with a teacher, how worried would they get?
Flipping the scenario, if a female student was crushing hard, or in love with a male teacher, how worried should her parents get?
The Bible is so vast that people will find a verse to justify almost any situation.
I doubt if there is any situation someone hasn’t successfully backed up with the Bible. From the mundane to the reverent, pious, sacrilegious, regular, irregular, usual, weird, heinous, kind, selfless, selfish, and everything in between.
The reality though is that spur-of-the-moment decisions never tell the full story. Hardly is anything ever that impromptu.
Knowingly or unknowingly, you are constantly preparing for every moment. Most times, unknowingly.
Is it actually possible to be saying sorry too often? Isn’t that part of ethics, morals, and civility?
Especially when the person isn’t being self-effacing, or abdicating responsibility for something gone wrong.
“The house is burning and the caretaker is calling for it to be repainted.”
That is the easiest way to describe this absurd proposal to rename the country.
Announcing a ban of Twitter on Twitter is like going to someone’s house to insult them. And the someone is an MMA fighter.
At the very least, you should wear a protective helmet before going in.