A child believes everything his or her parents say until it gets wiser. Once the children knows more, it first recognizes one omission, misrepresentation, or outright lie by the parents.
From that moment, the child begins to question everything the parents ever said and will ever say.
Every once in a while, I learn something unbelievable and useless. Yesterday was one of such days.
Listening to podcasts as I tend to do, they were discussing the ancient Asante Kingdom in modern Ghana.
It was an unusual sight, watching students hurrying to school without stopping on the way to buy something. I am sure traders at on duty must have been wondering what was wrong.
After my first day in the class, my experience with Happiness was totally different. This was weird.
Realizing she was the assistant class captain and having witnessed how she treated the class captain himself, I had braced myself for the worst.
Looking back at that whole incident now, I can’t help but wonder, was Junior really “Junior”?
Do you know what I mean?
I know what I saw, but can I trust my childhood memories?
On a second thought, how many Junior are not really “Juniors”?
Truth is there was no fighting Happiness and her power. She was the absolute power in our case and we were all at her mercy.
For the rest of the school year, both Naomi and Olu were nicknamed Baller. They had both earned it, although the name brought up different emotions for each of them.
From that day on, Ruth had it on for him. Whenever a teacher asked her to write down the name of noisemakers, his name was number one on the list. If she was asked to pick students for menial work like cutting grass or washing the toilet, she picked him first.
This is the story of me and Ruth. Not Ruth Abokoku, but Ruth the class captain.
I can’t overstate this, MB is the most beautiful girl I have ever met, Ruth comes a close second. If MB is Dark and Lovely, then Ruth is Dark and Shining.
My name is Happiness, and I am on a journey to the Altar. I forgot to mention, I am single and searching. I am not searching for a boyfriend, I am actually still looking for the one who will ask my hand in marriage and take me to the altar.
We were best of friends for the most part of the school day, until Tinu got in the mood to “torment” Hezekiah.
In episode five of Friendzone City, Esther chats up Isabel to plead Tony’s case. Can she convince her elder sister to give Tony a chance?
How will Isabel react? Should Tony have asked for Esther’s help? Is this the breakthrough that Tony needs?
There is a rising sentiment among Nigerians that the government should sell the country, share the proceeds, so we can all move on with our lives.
Despite how funny that sounds, a ridiculous amount of people are actually buying more into the idea daily.
Fellow countrymen, we at the National Trekkers Union have decided to bring some things to public knowledge, so you all can be aware of why we take our next line of action.
Tony chats up Esther, asking her to help him in his quest to woo her elder sister Isabel. How will this go?
Once again, it seemed the party and come to a halt and everyone was staring at our awkward reunion.
“Hi” she finally whispered.
According to her, since Tomi was like a sister to me, she’ll be giving us some “Sisterly Rules”, made with sisterly love, and having non-sisterly consequences.
But then, ice cream is the smallest price to pay to see MB again. She is worth a thousand, even a million ice creams. I just can’t wait.
Immediately Tomi left my house, I called my girlfriend, Hannah. She told me she was still on the way from work, so I asked to meet her up at her house.
When do we humans first become aware of ourselves? When do we take note of our environment? When is the first time we recognize others? At what age do we start having friends? When do we first fall in love?
Firstly, no one is allowed to snatch the lawfully wedded spouse of another. You are only allowed to snatch boyfriends and girlfriends.
I wondered how her London based boyfriend felt about all this.
This is how I got stuck (or blessed, depending on how you view it) with a roommate (or “deputy girlfriend” as I like to call her).
This is a PSA by brought to you by the gentlemen at the National Union Of Nigerian Super-Macho-Men.
We want to use this medium to bring to your notice issues that has been on our extra strong macho-hearts.
I no be Casanova but I like women them;
I know you have a lover help me hail you man them;
My name is Carl and this is the story of me and the many women I love.
I cannot promise to fix all of Nigeria’s problems, but I can promise not to create any more problems. I cannot promise that my presidency will make your personal life any better, but I can assure you that I will listen more to you.
Grace is one of the most beautiful girl you’ll ever meet. Her beauty is duly matched by her intelligence and work ethic.