All of my thoughts

 Dear first born child, Remember how we walked around with a chip on our shoulders at eighteen because we were free from all the grueling chores we did and scoldings that we endured even if we were innocent of the crime? Do you remember? How we walked around, dazed with the freedom of newfound adulthood, thinking ourselves responsible?  We thought ourselves responsible, we made our decisions, we took risks, we thought minor situations major and flared up at the slightest notion of being thought irresponsible. We thought we were responsible and sometimes we just wanted to throw off all these 'huge' responsibilities off our shoulders. We however didn't know what responsibility was until Papa died and we had to face the glaring realities of being fatherless. We thought Papa's job was easy, all he ever did was shout and shake his head in disapproval of whatever we did and the friends we kept, but then he died and we had to think fast. How would Papa be buried? How would...

You have misjudged me. Yes, you just snorted in disapproval and one thought ran foremost in your mind, dear reader. " I thought she was cynical and didn't like the dude, she's all talk and no action. " That is true, I did say I was cynical and this man's attitude when we first met had bolstered it, but then, that day with Lanre revealed another side to me I thought I had successfully suppressed. I liked a man to be dominant, a take charge kind of guy and this guy had just blown me out of the water, I found myself helpless, unable to fight all the feelings that were suddenly coursing through me, and so I had gotten into the car. So, dear reader, do you understand now? Do you understand why I seemed indecisive and weak willed? This did cost me a lot as you are soon to find out. Years down the line when I first started seeing a therapist, she said I had had little to no control over my emotions and my emotions had, for the most part, influenced every single decisio...

I was walking down the road that led to the halls of residence when I heard a familiar voice shout 'Suze! ' I rolled my eyes and kept on walking knowing the caller would persist, and I wasn't wrong. 'Suze! Yo, Suze! wait up! ' I groaned inwardly and stopped, making a very quick about-face. 'yes, Lanre, what do you want? ' this time, I added in my head, as I watched him walk up to me, quite briskly. Lanre was a cute guy, swoon worthy and he had the girls in droves, but for some reason, he liked me, hmph, I thought. He smiled and I could see the beautiful teeth and dimples in both cheeks that drove all the girls wild, 'now, now, babe, I been trying to reach you, y'know, you been avoiding me ", he said as he took my hand in his. I rolled my eyes again, did I mention that his entire family lived abroad in the USA and his father had sent him down to Nigeria to teach him a lesson in humility? I couldn't say it was working, since he was expecting ...

My name is Debola Susan Cole, my friends call me Suze. I am a hopeless romantic and given to flights of fancy and endless bouts of daydreaming. I found love at sixteen, lost it at seventeen, found it again at eighteen and I was ecstatic, but then he said it was just a summer fling, three whole months of romance ended because he was going back to the university. I was hurt and resolved to become cynical, I decided to shelf romance and become a real person. I got my head out of the clouds and planted my feet steadily on the ground, after all, true love had eluded me several times, so I wasn't going to pine for it anymore. I lived life quite peacefully, void of any major drama and earthshaking events, until I met him.   I write so you will understand why I made the decisions that I made. I write so you will know how I felt, what I felt and how often I was unable to express what I really felt. I write because this is the only way you will know the truth, the only way you will know wha...

I felt it. I felt the rush of adrenaline through my veins and my nerves were shot with the pain that comes with anxiety. I felt every single emotion, I was a rollercoaster with faulty levers, hurtling towards the ground. I couldn't quiet the voices in my head, they grew louder with every passing second and I tried to quiet them, I scratched and clawed at my head and they laughed at my vain efforts as I watched blood run down my fingers and trickle down my chin. Slowly, my blood turned to ice, my feet became blocks of lead and I wondered, "is this how it ends?" I closed my eyes in a finality so sure and waited for the bliss that comes with that splat on the ground. And I heard a splat all right, my mom smacked my legs and yelled something, I blinked once, then twice, it was just a dream. 😂, I decided to try this for a change. Do read through and tell me what you think. P.S: the fiction series will be starting soon. PP.S: I missed all of you. Did you miss me?

"I dey learn for where you dey!" In Nigerian English speak, that is pidgin, this statement is one of the very many that you hear on a continuous basis. I was walking home with a friend from school and met another friend and went on to introduce the both of them. Both of them are instrumentalists and my friend whom I'll represent with the letter A, was quite enthusiastic to meet my other friend whom I'll call B. B kept trying to downplay his abilities and kept saying "no, I don't play any instruments o, she's just joking." It was downright annoying and I had to tell him so. We have assumed this false modesty or should I call it a prideful humility. It is quite prevalent among the Nigerian youth, we lie about or downplay our abilities because we don't want to seem like we are boastful? or talented? or arrogant? Why exactly do we do this? I find it annoying that people who are obviously talented have this annoyingly, falsely shy smile😬😬 on th...

"Oh my God, you've grown fat!" That statement was the first thing most people said to me when they saw me for the first time after school resumed. I laughed it off the first few times, but then it started to get old, and annoying😡😠😬. Yes, I was home for 5 months and thereabouts, I added a bit of weight, it doesn't mean my IQ dropped! Oh, and some other people were more blunt than most and stated that they liked the way my hips filled out 😱😱😱. Nice, but I like to think that I am admired for more than just my body size and shape 😆 and I think that a lot of us, both sexes inclusive, like to think so. Society has magnified abs and long limbs and beautiful fingers and cross bow 💋 and curvy hips and big, perky boobs above common sense and politeness. Are all of these things wrong? No, nobody wants flabby arms and potbellies, but the moment that we begin to expect more from a person's physical appearance than their mental prowess, then we have begun to cause a ...

"Abeg, give me 1k."  That was what my friend said when she saw me last Thursday at my faculty. She had called me earlier, inquiring as to where I was, and she came to meet me. So, imagine my amusement when she comes and says "Abeg, give me 1k"😁😁.  So, good friend that I am, I asked her what she wanted it for, and that was how I entered the Loom and Bloom train! 😇😂😂 Hilarious, right? I am not a money schemer or ponzi scheme fanatic, no offense to persons who are 😋, but this one sounded so good. I didn't have to work on referrals, the other group members would do it😎, I just had to pay and wait to cash out! Ah, 8k in 24hours, who turns that down? I paid the money and entered the group o. And a day later, my enthusiasm died and I quit 😇.  Many people have said that Loom is a ponzi scheme, that it will crash and affect the persons at the bottom of the pyramid😬😢, others flood their status daily with pictures of them cashing out, others still are indi...

 We must make money. It is very important, infact it might just be the most important thing, right? Or, it is important in getting the most important thing, yeah, that's more correct, right? Well, it depends on what you define as the most important thing. 😁😁  The pressure to make money mounts everyday, it increases with each new trend and fad and sometimes, it throws you off kilter. And now, there are so many ways to make money, legally or otherwise, let's talk about a few. First, the 'Be Your Own Boss' syndrome has infected us, rapidly and everybody wants to be an entrepreneur. Entrepreneurship is glamorous on social media, try it in real life 😬, getting your business off the ground is hard, hard work.  Do we remember all of those ponzi schemes, I think MMM was the most popular and after people's money crashed with it, all sorts of other schemes came out. I can remember Golden cycle, Ultimate Cycler and a host of others. It was very funny😀, everybody wanted q...

Hello. My name is Peace and you're welcome to my blog!🎆🎊 Yes, my blog, after much procrastination, indeed, the Lord is faithful 😁😁. This is not an info blog or a gossip blog or a how to do blog, nahhhh. On this blog, we will be talking about societal issues as they affect us, directly or indirectly, and trust me, there's a lot to talk about. 😁🙌 I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself 😆😊. I am not short, neither am I the average height society prescribes for a girl, I am a natural hair babe, I am a Christian, not a legalist🎩, I am old enough, I guess, I like meeting people, I love music, and that's all I can tell you, for now, though, yes,  I suppose you'll learn the rest as we go.  So, start this journey with me, delve into the depths of our minds, let's see what lurks in there, it will be fun! Your comments will be greatly appreciated and your shares also, posts will be updated weekly and constructive criticism is welcome, don't be a dow...