But Regret is Normal

There’s a concept in economics that is known as opportunity cost. Wikipedia defines it as “the value of the best alternative forgone where, given limited resources, a choice needs to be made between several mutually exclusive alternatives”. I loved economics in secondary school and I was really good at it, if pharmacy hadn’t worked out, I probably would have put in economics as first choice in JAMB.

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Lyrically- The Man.

Aloe Blacc has a way of making songs that vibrate my soul. He’s a phenomenal musician and his songs have a lyrical depth that is rare today. My current ring tone is a snippet of The Man and because i like that song a lot, I’m sharing its lyrics.

The Man

[Chorus:]
Well you can tell everybody
Yeah you can tell everybody
Go ahead and tell everybody
I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the man
Yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
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ULONWADI ANAGHI EJI OYI

If you do not speak Igbo fluently, there’s no way you can pronounce the title of this post correctly. My great-grandmother named me Ulonwadianaghiejioyi when I was barely three months old. My parents had brought me to the village to be baptised (it was during the Easter holiday) and she was coming to see me when she heard my wailings from the road- it is family legend that I was a champion at crying back then.

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TOUCH NOT MY ANOINTED?!

Pastor Adeboye’s comments to his members on marriage and the attributes of a “marriageable” woman has sparked up fierce debate in social media and out of it. I think the emphasis on cooking and laziness and length of prayer time is hilarious, I have seen marriages fail with wives who are excellent cooks, harder workers than the average bee and who can conduct their own vigils by themselves. There’s much more to marriage than food and prayer but I am not married, am I? So I’m hardly an expert on marriage😉
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The only thing to fear…

They called it scaling, it was an almost seamless operation with one girl astride the old tank holding a bucket to scoop water. Other girls would carry buckets on their heads waiting to fill them with the scooped water and they would carry the buckets to the small clearing where there were perhaps hundreds of buckets, they would exchange the buckets of water for empty buckets while the girls appointed to keep watch over the water stood silently and menacingly. Continue reading “The only thing to fear…”