This evening I was seated at the garden in my faculty (arts) in Ahmadu Bello University Zaria. Four guys were seated opposite me. They were discussing about what being social means and one of them said, "Being social is being an extrovert." I don't know why but I disagree with that statement. Is the guy trying to make the social world restricted to extroverts ? Does it mean only extroverts are friendly? Does it mean introverts and ambiverts do not enjoy fun? I keep wondering till now because non of the other guys opposed what he said. Is being social really being an extrovert?

There is this friend I met few days ago. We actually didn't begin our first conversation on a good note but we later became good friends (its all about understanding sha) and he opened up to me that he wants to write but he is afraid to share to the world because he doesn't want the world to expect too much from him. He is afraid to rise and maybe falls off when he gets to the climax "Don't we all get scared of what tomorrow holds" I said to him. Every action we take is a risk. We are all scared to disappoint those that expect so much from us but we just have to try.

It is hard to have a burning heart inside of you, it kills. It isn't easy to walk around an ear piercing whimperer a soul. It is being blind to live with so much unseen tears in your eyes. It is destroying to hear your own voice in the so many voices that screams in your head. Sometimes we hear screaming voices from our friends. We try so much to know why they scream so but their voices are so silent. They fail to even speak to their own hearts but suicide will only let us take a glance not a good look into your world. It is no longer trending ; suicide. It is now an everyday thing which has become a melancholic song to our hearing. It has become old a news which repeats itself. The Tobi I knew was intelligent, he was a fighter, he was nice a coursemate but he wasn't a coward. I know not why he let himself to be possessed by the whispering of suicide. Words are out of me...

There is something adventurous about that place . it seems to be a vague cloth that has to be gotten into before the content is seen. Benin; I have never been there but I see a glimpse of what it is like . Sacred, interesting , deep and a shot of curiosity Have you seen the coronation of their oba; his heavy attire,  the camp fire night ? The always covered faces of the oba's wives ; why? , have you wondered of the religion the Royal family belong to ? Their artifacts , their so heavy not regular beads . A tale to grope for. I really want to explore and one of the first places I will start as an explorer is the sacred city of Benin. A TALE HAS TO BE TOLD.

I never got to really see how beautiful dark complexioned  people are until my cousin sister who so fair in complexion told me to take a look at her. Like take a real good look at her and see that the brightness of her skin colour is what gives her beauty. She wishes to be dark and I asked " Wait do you know people bleach their skin to get as fair as you ?" And she replied " Being fair complexioned  can be sold, you can never find being dark in the market because it is more valuable than even gold." It is OK if you are fair but so many have confirmed that fair people can't be beautiful if  they are viewed to be dark but dark people are vividly viewed to be beautiful on both sides. It is amazing how dirty dark, melanin , ebony complexioned people have built up an empire of beauty.  The thing is people tend not to appreciate what they have . if you are fair, it is what suites you, if you are dark , it is what suits you but humans are just greedy and ungratefu...

My friend takes this drug that she claims will make her slim (to me she wants to be dry) and look like a model even with the side effects it has on her, she is suffering. I wonder who or what is putting this stupid idea in this day Africans that it is only when you are slim (I call it dry) that you are beautiful. They are so daft not to get the difference between being  plump and obese. What is wrong with us? No really , why won't they calls us barbarians when we still behave so in this age and time. I remember when great grandmama was still alive. She used to sit me down and tell me stories. She will tell me of how men will run after those women with flesh, those plum women they call juicy. But now everyone wants to be a spaghetti woman, slaying as tall, slim and all that without the trait of a real African woman.  Even with our beauty we still want to be as fleshless as the whites and you want them to treat us well when we are savages to ourselves. When people like Nick...

I used to think of them as nuisances when they run around the street playing hide and seek, I used to look at them as filths when they won't dress up their little ones leaving them naked, then they were lousy when they scream with laughter as they  talk about what their day's activities around 12:00am upwards. It made me think they are witches and wizards and their mother, the grand witch . I thought of her as crazy as she threatens to beat up her male customers , those that buys her soya bean cakes and refuses to pay and the way she uses vulgar words made me to think that she was or maybe is a bad  mother. These people live in my new area,  our next house neighbour.  I got to realise later that I was just being a bad judge.  They were just trying to push the pain and sadness into the trash bin. They are poor but they have a house to call their own (I can't help but wonder how they got to own a house sha) ,  they are this little family : crazy but sensit...