HOW I BECAME A YAHOO! BOY (The Yahoo! Boy) – Part 4 Owning or having a phone in 2001 was luxury, but it wasn’t when compared to having an email account. An email account was more like a global identity but as an Ipaja that was ambitious, I had one when I couldn’t even afford having a one-minute call spill into the next at a call centre because it was billed per-minute, not to now imagine a SIM of...
HOW I BECAME A YAHOO! BOY (The Girl) – Part 3 My becoming a Yahoo! Boy was never planned, it just happened and It was all about her in the beginning, because the moment she came along, she was like the queen bee and everything just happened because of her. Eniola was not the regular average kinda girl you know, she was special in ways you can’t definitely put your fingers on, she was just too...
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...
I know a little bit about everything and that’s the problem with me. Whenever there is a conversation, I always jump out of the blues with my factual perspective, I submit assertions and arrive at conclusions without even listening enough or sampling other perspectives and experiences because as far as I am concerned, I already know what they know, maybe a little bit but it is good enough. This...
From the markings made by the cavemen, to the scrolls in the Vatican library, the Egyptian hieroglyphs to the braille for the blind, writing in all its forms has been the sure pathway to immortality from the day it was invented, way before Moses downloaded the Ten Commandments from the cloud with the Table of Stone or Tab as it will called today, to the very next key I will strike in my attempt...
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...
A few weeks ago, I did had a critical internal analysis after some soft political wit with my friend and I rose from it and wrote on my Facebook wall that “I’ll love to have a Trump victory” for reasons that were obvious and this morning, I could only giggle and laugh as I watched the Aljeezera projected election results with a bulging tired eye as Donald Trump’s walked his way to victory with a...