I arranged my bags on my lap and opened my handbag to bring out the exact fare for the trip. As a veteran of public transport in Lagos, it is rare for me to be without naira notes of all denominations, I even have 16 naira in coins somewhere – thanks to Shoprite. One of the most shocking experiences of my entire life was watching a woman hand the Keke driver a 1000 naira note for a 70 naira journey at Asaba.Continue reading →
I’m listening to Grover Washington’s version of Take Five as I type. I’d been listening to it as I made a post on my book review blog. The song is so joyful that I decided to make a short post here to remember how I feel this early hours of the third day of June.Continue reading →
Perhaps I had to travel this far to find someone who likes Rora by Reekado Banks like me. I think the song is magic, who ever made the beat can take all the money in my back accounts – except my piggyvest money sha.
The man at the park at Umuahia sang the song with the gusto most of us reserve for our bathrooms, he also couldn’t speak a word of Yoruba and it showed in the way he mangled the Yoruba words, but did he care kwanu?
The book for this week is His Only Wife by Ghanaian writer (in diaspora) Peace Adzo Medie. It offers a view of contemporary womanhood in today’s Ghana and family dynamics in that society. The book generated buzz last year, as it featured on various lists by “prominent” publications and it made it as one of the selections for the Reese Witherspoon’s book club – a near equivalent of winning the lottery for a debut writer.Continue reading →
Nearly thirty years ago, Gary Chapman wrote and published a book titled “The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate”. The book has since become a bestseller (has been on NYT list non-stop for over a decade) and has become a cornerstone in Christian marriage counselling.Continue reading →
They say it is the most beautiful feeling in the world – sitting at your kitchen table, grinding coffee beans, watching the brown shards dance in the percolator and then lifting it to your nose for that heady scent before you let it caress your throat and set your stomach on fire. But you, you have only had Nescafé, the kind in the tin – not even the fancy bottle. You, you cannot relate.Continue reading →
There is practically no one over the age of thirty who lives in Anglophone areas/cities/towns who doesn’t know Johnny Nash’s upbeat 1972 hit song, I Can See Clearly Now. It’s been used in countless movies and series to show good times and redemption and the lyrics are very cheery and optimistic, walking into light after being in the dark for so long and all that jazz.Continue reading →
October is rolling over while November’s eager to replace it. I hope it’s better than October was, it had better be much better. It would be nice if November came with plenty blessings and rewards for the efforts of months gone by, wouldn’t it? Can I hear an Amen in the house?Continue reading →
Yesterday evening, I read a Facebook post by Efe Edosio which struck me. The gist of the post was about a time when he was buying a bag of pure water for 150 from a shop in the neighbourhood without knowing that the pure water factory was in the next street and sold the same bag of pure water for 100 naira and they would deliver it to his house as well.Continue reading →
“Get married,” the doctor said with his arms spread out and a silly smile dancing on his coal-black skin.Continue reading →