So you want to be a Creative?

Hiatus A few years ago, an old classmate invited me to a pitch of hers. Her team was called 'MALT', and I'm a sucker for stuff that sticks like this. It meant 'More action less talk.' Yet, something so beautiful has become something that haunts me, many years after. I became addicted to "doing", fanatic … Continue reading So you want to be a Creative?

The closures that never came

...and never may. A year after secondary school, an old classmate called me from the blues, I was very surprised, it wasn't because we were no longer friends. Years back, she was a new girl in my school and we sort of hit up nicely, but we couldn't have been termed very close friends by … Continue reading The closures that never came

The danger with a certain circle…or none at all

The beginning of my understanding of cliques, or a close circle of friendship, began on the streets between Adetola and some other street I do not remember, in Aguda, Surulere. The year was 1998, I think. We would walk from our school to our common entrance lesson, taught by a Ghanaian man with a penchant … Continue reading The danger with a certain circle…or none at all

How I became an Owl

There are two types of Night people; those who wake up early, and those who stay up late. I have tried for years to reset my body clock. I joke often, that my timetable is an American citizen living in Nigeria.  I soon learnt to study beside a pot of beans, to watch YouTube videos … Continue reading How I became an Owl

Standing up to parenting Judges

‚ÄčOn page 45 of the parenting book I may never write, you would find paragraphs and paragraphs of this ridiculous behaviour of others. I do not guarantee that you won't always feel pained when your parenting is judged From the moment your pregnancy bump is visible, take note, you become everyone's business. After you have … Continue reading Standing up to parenting Judges