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Ise abi Alafia

Always warm, always welcoming. This is how I remember her. She was one of those people who was neither a client nor a business associate but I always bumped into her at least once in two weeks at a café very close to my place of work. Shaba, how are you doing today? You look a bit tired? I said. “Asake, I have been battling with flu for almost two weeks. I have taken medications and homemade remedies, yet no improvement” Shaba said. “Maybe you should see a doctor,” I said. Very unusual, I bumped into her the following Monday and I enquired about her health. She had not been to the hospital because she had exhausted her medical aid for the month and payday was 4days away. “Four days? That is a long time, why don’t you go tomorrow or on Wednesday, I will give you a loan till payday” I said.  Thanks, Asake but if I take any day off, it will be deducted from my leave days. I have planned this year’s leave with my daughter” Shaba said. That was the last time I saw her. The la

Ẹwa

Have you ever felt guilty after reading a post? After reading a deep religious post, I sometimes feel guilty and reassess my relationship with my maker. However, a few weeks ago, I felt guilty after reading a non-religious post .  "I am very sorry for calling you fat girl," I wrote to my friend. "No problem dear," she said. We kept chatting, and I told her why I apologized. She was surprised it had nothing to do with Ramadan. The apology was inspired by the  post .  We often joked about her weight, I call her fat girl, and we usually laugh about it.  My friend reached out to me a couple of months ago about size; she has gained significant weight since she started working. She had tried different types of diet, but none worked. I think the weight gain suits her more than her previous "stringo" size.  She has always been chubby. As a child, she was bigger than her older sister. Although I am taller than her, we wear the exact size of clothes.   One d

Nani anajua Kesho

Several weeks ago, my   alma mater   had an unmasking ceremony to unveil her new branding- Yebo!   We have gone Africa!!!!!     J    Having stubbed on the pictures of the event on Facebook and seeing a couple of familiar faces, I had the urge to drive down memory lane which I did by browsing through my photo albums on Facebook. Being a picture person allowed the drive to be smooth although it was filled with lots of emotions- the good and the bad, no ugly moments.  As I browsed through some pictures, I checked out couple of people’s profile and I learnt one of my favorite prayers of all time:   My Lord, teach me never to underestimate anyone.   Although I learnt never to underestimate anyone couple of years ago when a particular person from my secondary school who was considered a poor student academically passed WAEC, JAMB and post -JAMB then got admission into a Federal University before a large percentage of the academically sound students. I also had my share of my un

Humble giving

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As I saw the car parked in front of their house, I knew it would be picking one of them.  As she approached their gate, I noticed how simple but elegantly dressed she was.  Even though I watched the car zoom off, it was her outfit I kept thinking of. As usual, I went visiting the next day, our folks have been friends before I was born and anytime my folks needed to send me on “the errand of no return” popularly known as Arodan in Yoruba, I was sent to their house. “Are you here for Arodan?” my Aunt asked, before I could respond she continued “go to the girls’ room, Fao is  looking for you" B, how are you today? Fao said “I love what you wore yesterday” I responded. Pardon my manners, good afternoon sis” I concluded “Really, you can have it” she said. She opened her wardrobe and brought out others, yes you can have them too. From that day till S.G came to whisk her away, she always gave me clothes. She taught me a simple lesson,  as long as they are in good co

Badilika Nigeria

Sometimes, I wonder if the laws of Nigeria is for selected few. As long as I leave home, I see atleast one person flouting the law most especially the uniform officers, we know the regular culprit. Two weekends ago, I had gone to the vulcanizer to pick up my car when I noticed a car blocking the entrance to our street gate.   Thinking it was someone shopping in the supermarket next door, I asked the security personnel to help check. He came back with a negative answer. After waiting a few more minutes, I walked home to pick up my phone with the intention of calling a towing vehicle to move the car. On getting back to the car, I met an elderly woman, greeted her and told her about my intention of getting the car towed since all my effort to reach the owner was fruitless. Her response shocked me. “I worked at the local government, and if you had towed my car, I would have ensured every car on your street is towed and impounded” She said I was shocked. She was an elderly wo

Bella Naija's post: What’s Your Genotype? The New Pick Up Line by Asake Okin

Recently I was discussing with a friend of mine that the new pick up line in Lagos is “What is your genotype?” Initially, it felt like a random question but in the last couple of months, it has become rampant. During our first conversation, a guy inquired about my genotype before asking about other personal details like age, relationship status, employment status, family size and the list goes on. A friend’s best-friend was looking to settle down with someone other than his girlfriend of 10 years because his girlfriend, like him, was AS. We got talking one day and he asked for my genotype. As soon as I responded, he wanted to know whether I was willing to settle down. “But Amina is your girlfriend” Click here to continue  

Rebound

*I have never been guilty of this sha * that you Asake sha... Solape and Mutiu had been together for 2years, their relationship seems perfect, they never argued or discussed their relationship with anyone. Solape’s birthday was three weeks away; she planned a birthday dinner and was positive Mutiu will pop the question – that was the first time she spoke about her relationship. 2weeks to her birthday, Mutiu broke up with her. Solape went ahead with her birthday dinner where she introduced her new boyfriend. 2week o!!!! … “Solape, David is definitely your rebound,” I said.. Asake, life is too short to spend more than 24hours thinking about a guy that dumped you. Asake, I am heartbroken, I left my boyfriend last week, and I feel so lonely" Lade said. "You need to give yourself time to heal, I usually recommend nothing less than 9months" I said.   You can’t be serious. The guy didn’t die, I broke up with him aka we parted ways. Lade said. Nowadays, even people who l