HOW I BECAME A YAHOO! BOY (The Gang) – Part 2 Emmanuel Oshiame is arguably one of the best humans to ever walk the face of this earth. He lived freely, cared truly, loved deeply, held onto nothing even when it hurts and his loyalty to anyone that was a part of his life was never in doubt. He was a troublesome child with no troubles of his own to worry about and to say the least, he lived...
HOW I BECAME A YAHOO! BOY – Part 1 It was a cold, damn foggy morning the day this story began. I had to be on the road early enough to beat the nerve-wrecking, never-ending Lagos traffic to get to my GCE Centre before the Naija labour force turns the road to a grid-lock, I’d checked my examination slip and writing materials a thousand times before but I had to check again to be sure I am...
For a minute I was forced to admit it, love and it’s intrigues are only for those who can live in denial and walk the path of desires without their eyes open. How can you love another when it’s harder to even love self and breathe without blinking? How can you feel the heart of another when yours in itself skips so many bits when it is meant to beat more than 60 every minute? I...
Oh Yes! I drink alcohol and I have been drinking it since I was a child. Oh yes! You’re not surprised because I’m not, my beautiful Iya Toyin had a brother (Uncle Ojo aka Olori Awo) who loves Ódéku and I’ve been kissing his glass of the dark pint since I was sitting in his laps. My mum had a restaurant and Beer was naturally a part of the plan for customers. I remember going the...
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Gbera! Tagiri!
Maa bó lóódé mi
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My Point Exactly ***************** I don’t know how I got to this point but for me, only the tiny little things matter this days. I’m no longer excited about the Christmas, Easter or New year frenzy thingy, I’m gradually becoming so numb to the norms and somehow finding my foot in the little things that count. I eat at that woman selling at the street corner not because I love...
Letters To God (My Perspective) You will hardly ever find a book that tells a story raw like bleeding flesh the way “Letters To God” did it, it is a rare experience. I felt like I owned the story, like I was a part of it and I could almost smell the stupidity of Musa mixed with the lucidity of Mr. Idemili from a mile; something I’ve not felt in years from reading an experience from the printed or...
The Gift of a Man I heard a lot of things about my childhood; things that wowed the adult I am today and make me wonder “why was I ever sent to a school to be taught out of creativity?” Sometimes I look at my parents in astonishment and I ask within myself, “why will this beautiful ‘one’ succumb to the dictates of society and consciously throw their choice, heavily talented and equally gifted...