Break The Cycle

“I will NEVER call my son from his room to come and hand me the remote that’s next to me like my parents did.

#BreakTheCycle”- Chike Delic Obi.


So I saw Chike’s post on Facebook about breaking the cycle and a certain mocking comment “Don’t worry when the time comes” prompted this post.

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Just Do It!

Yesterday we were watching the Manchester United match, well I was trying to respond to my birthday messages on Facebook while my brother and cousin watched the match. Soon their grumblings and mutterings became loud enough for me to look at the TV. Man U was losing.


The match was ending soon, less than ten minutes on the clock, my brother fell quiet. The young man is a very enthusiastic football follower, he supports Man U and if his team is losing, he’s not a good person to be around. During the 2006 world cup he supported England because my mum had bought him an English jersey, he wore it whenever England played- he was that loyal. When C. Ronaldo crushed England’s chances of going to the semis, my brother wept. This my brother, the youngest was a rather emotional child, he cried easily as a child. The boy wept for four hours straight after watching Titanic (we hadn’t seen it before, no one knew it was that powerful or we wouldn’t have let him watch it).


So my mum became concerned as the match wore on, she would look at his face and sigh softly. Then in the 83rd minute she said “I pray this people score for Ikenna’s sake”, my brother was still rubbing his head when Man U equalised and a minute later, another goal was added to Man U’s tally. My brother and cousin were ecstatic when the match ended, three points in the bag and a fitting birthday present for Sir Alex Ferguson who was in the stands.


The incident stayed with me, it’s a lesson for the New Year. Prayer works, faith works and the impossible can become possible in less than a minute. You can speak forth things into existence, change your outcomes even if the clock seems like an enemy and love can move mountains for others. Letting love lead is always wise. 
Have a spectacular 2017! The things you want are within reach. Stand up and search for them, even if fear freezes your feet, move with frozen feet. You wouldn’t be the first or the last to scale that height with fear in veins. 

Cameroon:Nigeria Love: Hate Affair (My Personal Perspective P1)- Guest Post

I met Marie on Timi’s blog when I was featured here. Her blog is lit! (link at the end of the post) and I’m so honoured to have her here. The post should have been up since Friday (which is when I like to put up guest posts) but I had a bout of back pain (the pain killers I’ve been on since Tuesday became ineffective all at once) and I forgot to post it. Enjoy her scintillating post and watch out for Part 2 (as our nollywood brothers will say)


I started to feel concerned about what the outcome of the recent female African Cup of Nations (Afcon) finals hosted by us (Cameroon) could lead to, when I spoke to a former classmate who paid his Nigerian wife’s ‘bride price’ (Africans generally take this seriously and the marriage starts from there) a week before the said finals. I asked him jokingly why they couldn’t have waited until after the Afcon fever, and he said indeed the had planned to wait but when the knew our two countries were once more going to clash at an afcon final, they preferred not to risk the turnout or outright failure of their marriage…

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Guest Post-A Reflection on Choices.

Today I have a guest post from a very special person, my youngest brother Ikenna. I literally had to sit beside him to get this post out of him and I had to type it myself because he “wasn’t in the mood to type after writing”.

This pictures were taken at the National Museum Lagos, don’t know why I keep procrastinating about writing a post about that visit.

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