I had heard this story before. I knew I was this close to being born in a random public bus somewhere between Yemetu and Ojoo in Ibadan. But I really wanted to hear the story again, and the series of events that led up to that possibility, so I called…

Every day when I wake up, I drink half a glass of cold water. I don’t care if it’s supposed to be bad for you, I detest room temperature water. I brush my teeth and shower. Cleanliness is next to godliness or whatever it is they say. I work. A…

I have no future ambition. There, I said it. It hasn’t always been like that, at least, I don’t remember it been that way. In fact, what I do remember is that I wanted to be at least four things, a lawyer, an accountant and an entrepreneur. …

I remember where I was when I got the news, I remember knowing immediately what it meant when I heard my sister’s weepy voice on the phone. I remember the moments after that, I remember thinking about the shitty year I was having as I packed up my bag. I…

It’s early afternoon on a random weekday. The perfect time to head to the office cafeteria for lunch, not so early that the caterers haven’t actually arrived yet and not so late that all the good food is gone. We are sitting at one of the low corner tables, there…

When I went to my home church for the Easter celebrations a few days ago, my pastor said to me , “Wow! you are just putting on weight. What do you eat?” He shook my hand vigorously and smiled at me while I smiled a little bit and said nothing…

The End Of A Thing NB: I originally titled this post Bye Bye to Jati Jati but I changed my mind because, well, I can. This year was tough. Unarguably the worst year of my life. Not that there were no high points, in fact, there were many but all…

It’s my birthday. I never really liked my birthday. Mostly because it is at an awkward time of the year, too close but still too far away from Christmas to be truly enjoyable. Also, most people don’t remember anyway and what’s the point of a birthday when there is no…

Nigerian Jollof is rated just right, but you know what it isn’t? Fried rice. Yes, I said what I said. Fried rice is the slay queen of rice, the rice that other rice-s aspire to be. Fried rice is special but unlike party jollof which almost always turns out spectacular…