I’m currently watching the film version of Hamilton, started watching it this morning and would have finished it if I wasn’t endlessly going back to watch my new favourite song – My Shot, from the movie as well as googling every character and watching YouTube videos of Lin-Manuel Miranda who created the show, wrote the lyrics and the music to all the songs and played the title character Alexander Hamilton.Continue reading →
Two Jacks are currently visiting Ethiopia after spending a few days in Nigeria. The first Jack is Jack Dorsey who is the founder of Twitter and current CEO while the second Jack is Jack Ma who has changed the game in online retail sales around the world with his massive creation Aliexpress. I’ll write about the second Jack tomorrow. Continue reading →
If to say I know, I for no make that DNA post. Notifications wan run down my battery till now and I no even get power for all the conversations wey dem dey raise for there.
Anyway there was something very troubling TO ME about several related comments on the post, they all said the man must have seen something that made him go for the test.
I made the post from the point of view of a woman who hasn’t cheated on her marital vows. The post was about this young woman from Mbaise with seven names and her reaction to being blindsided like that.
However from the comments, I find it disturbing that a man would find something serious enough to doubt the paternity of his children and pay hundreds of thousands of naira to ensure they are his. Yet he keeps quiet about it and doesn’t confront his life partner. Na wetin una dey do inside una marriage? To dey hide that kind thing? Una fit kill person.
This August, I cut off from my closest friend outside my brothers, let’s call my friend XYZ. XYZ did something so terrible that I could no longer imagine being friends with this person, funny thing was that I didn’t even realise what had happened until nearly a year later when I passed “the scene of the crime”.
I woke up that morning and sent a voice note to XYZ detailing what went down and stating why that incident ended whatever bonds of friendship we had and while I cherished the years of friendship and love we had shared (XYZ is a fantastic person in very many ways). I could not even imagine being more than acquaintances. We have not spoken since.
I cannot even imagine being married to someone and we cannot be open to each other about the good and bad. That post was about ME and MY reaction to being blindsided like that. It was not about the generality of women and the terrible state of marriages.
If I cannot confront/call out my partner and vice versa on bad behaviour and we would resolve it together, why the fuck then are we married? I don’t understand this secrecy thing I kept seeing in the comments. You eat together – might even cook for each other, share a bed and are naked with each other literally. Yet you’re keeping major secrets like that from each other?
Maybe it’s because I come from a family where openness is supreme, maybe that’s why I don’t understand all this hiding theories I was seeing on the post. I grew up watching my parents being open to each other and to us, I grew up knowing that my house was the place I could be sure of the whole truth all the time. My marriage cannot be any different, God forbid.
The only thing I have missing in my life currently is a padded account and visas to foreign countries for vacation. Besides that, I have a fabulous life surrounded with love and laughter. Marriage should only enrich my life further like Deut 32:30 implies. If marriage is just about ticking a box to please society and to have children without a meaningful connection between us, why bother?
This morning, Celine *not real name* called after reading my post and reminded me of a story she had shared with me some years ago. Her cousin was arranging the house on a Saturday morning (something she rarely did) and came across a folder in her husband’s wardrobe that had copies of his emigration documents to the US.
Her husband had married a US citizen who even came down to Nigeria for the wedding at the time when he went on a ‘course’ at work earlier that year. After the wedding, they filed for him to join her in the US with his children. There were also DNA test results for the children that had been submitted at the embassy.
But how was he able to marry this US citizen legally while he was still married to her?
He got a death certificate for her and made himself a widower with a living wife. She packed the papers and her children and ‘disappeared’ after sending copies of the papers to family members. The man continued with his emigration plans and he’s living in the US today.
It made me pause and ponder, it might not even have been about the suspicion of cheating. After all, the test results do not prove she was not a cheat, they just prove that the children were his. What if there was something sinister going on?
May we never get married to our enemies.
Someone shared a Facebook post on ancestral curses and a comment on his post left me shocked and sad. The man who made the comment firmly believed in the existence of ancestral curses and said it had been occurring in his family until he took measures to end it. Continue reading →
I shared a picture on Facebook this morning and reactions to it reminded me of the My Pikin teething mixture saga of late 2008 and the children who lost their lives because proper checks weren’t done. It just hit me that those children would have been in secondary school by now Continue reading →
“I know a lot about my country
I know a lot because I care
I know a lot about the people
I know a lot because I’m here
Nigeria my beloved country
Working together is the key
Nigeria my beloved country
Her future is you and me.”
This song holds strong memories for me, the title is Nigeria my beloved country and the singer is Funmi Adams
It’s been a month, a year, a century since I last heard your voice.
I don’t know if I miss you, I just know my heart grips the walls of my chest like a multipronged pair of pliers when I think of you. You drive through the highways of my mind at night with headlights on full blast, as the fumes of your exhaust fade, I clutch my chest and swallow my tears.
One Sunday in February 2016, my father and I were sitting in the parlour of a house in Chevron estate while our host talked about the petroleum industry at the time. The man was a retired deputy director at the Department of Petroleum Resources and a really brilliant and kind man. He spoke about the problems looming in that sector, accurately predicted the price jump of petroleum products that would take place a few months later, even giving the time range and the price range the pump price would float at. It was then I knew for sure we were in serious trouble.
When I think about the story of Job, I think the Bible is slightly unfair to Job’s wife. Maybe not the Bible per se but renditions of the story over the years. And no this is not me ‘feminizing’ or quarrelling with the male centric narrations of the Bible – that is a different matter. Continue reading →