I’ve seen several posts on Facebook bemoaning the low turnout of ‘Youths’ in today’s elections even though today’s voter numbers have been unprecedented. While it is easy to ascribe this to nonchalance on the side of the young people and a refusal to get involved in civic process, or as some people snidely put it – they’re on social media instead, making noise. The answers are not as simple as they seem. Continue reading →
She sat with her left leg tucked under her body as she read a novel she bought from one of the young men who sold novels beside the Edegbe park at Yaba, they all knew her name and knew to save the latest titles by Marian Keyes, Sophie Kinsella and the Sheldons she hadn’t read yet. David Baldacci would be added to that list in the near future, but at the time she hadn’t seen Saving Faith in the hands of a certain Ekene. The year was still 2007 and she was in her second year at university. Continue reading →
In the early 1990’s a certain TV show was airing on NTA, it was titled Third Eye. My parents tell me it was about a young girl who helped her father solve cases, he was a police officer or something. Olu Jacobs was the father and the only thing I remember about the series was him muttering the phrase “I wonder, I just wonder” in that voice with the rich timbre. Continue reading →
Again I’m starting a blog post with Duru business.
Duru’s entry for the 15 for 15 challenge- Padre was about his dad. The post really touched me especially when he talked about his dad knowing when he’d done something wrong (the man must be psychic) and still correcting him in love. He went on to talk about the valuable lessons he’s learned from his dad and the wisdom his dad passes on to him on daily basis. And yes, there was the part about losing the house and his incredible faith then and now. In his words- “if we didn’t die when we lost the house, we can’t die again”. Continue reading →
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