There are moments that can be awkward and embarrassing but fun, crazy moments they are. The year 2019 has been a great one with people around. So many crazy moments a tale too long to end in months,  just few can be talked about. I remember a night , my friend (Talatu) and I went to read in a  bushy part of my school  where animals like snakes wait for preys. We were crazy enough to lay our reading mats on a ground insects were feasting. We even saw a guard kill a snake but we just read in fear. Truth be told, I couldn’t  read and my friend couldn’t too. Not that we didn’t have other  places to read. We were just crazy.

There has been a rebellion going on all over the world, all over Africa, all over Nigeria . Some part of the world with few rebels, some part with many rebels. Women have been fighting against men who are violent, who are tyrants to the female specie, who think that because women are seen as weak they cant have any say in politics and the society as a whole. I am one of these rebels. Some of these rebels are feminists while some are womanists. Feminists tend to go beyond fighting for their rights, they have gone wild with being equal with men. My feminist friend thinks it is OK for women to cheat on men since the world  think that it is natural for men to be cheats and polygamous. She sees nothing wrong with her cousin sister cheating on her fiance with three other guys. She believes it is OK if her cousin eventually gets married to her fiance and still decides to have fun with other guys. "My cousin can as well be the head of her family." My friend said. As a womanist, ...

One evening, my friend and I decided to take a walk around. After our normal gossips while walking my friend in an ecstatic way suddenly leaped and said, "I am proud to be black!" "Why the sudden ecstasy about being black ?" I asked in a confused way. "In the south African book CROSS OF GOLD by Lauretta Ngobo, After the retaliatory words Mandla's friend gave to the whites about their skin being bleached, also their feelings being bleached when some whites kids harassed  him. I have being feeling beautifully black." I laughed hard at what she said. The way she said the words and the way she exaggerated her movements in the process of describing her blackness is funny. And I said, "Aren't we all proud of our colour. Of being black ? We are ..." "I have looked around and I am yet to see any human that is black." A stranger voice suddenly cut me short. My friend and I turned around to a man, he was walking behind us and has obv...

What! I am not trying to be judgemental here but, what! Not a thing I have against men, not a feminist I am, I am a womanist , I am just a bossom friend to humanity. So your wife is still in the den of kidnappers and your baby of not more than two weeks old was murdered for not more than two weeks now and the next thing we hear is that you are getting married in few days time! This man must be out of his  mind. That is what I see. Sometimes I don't blame feminists for actually being feminists because the same set of people repeat similar actions over and over  again, men. Trust me, you seldom find any woman having a thought of what this man is about to do? Sometimes I wonder if some men actually have conscious. I actually felt pity for the man this past few days not knowing that he had the intention to kill the already fading hostage of a wife emotionally. I wonder, "Is it that he has given up on his wife." "Oh it could be lust." I know, maybe it would be...

I t was 1:00am this morning ! My younger came knocking at my door. "What does he want in my room at this time?" I thought. I opened the door and he said in a restless way  "Can't you hear  gunshots?" I shrugged in a nonchalant way, "I hear gunshots. The police men do that almost every night to scare the kidnappers away." "No, this gunshots I hear are not the same sounds  for the past few nights. They sound like gunshots of battle." My brother replied. I listened, the gunshots were coming after each other  too fast in sounds. It was confirmed at the mosque that the kidnappers visited again when my brothers went for prayers.. I actually thought they were just scaring people with the letter they sent day before yesterday but they were actually serious. They are dauntless for they aren't scared of the police men, the kidnappers visited the street after mine yesterday. Again. They fed on the pain and fear and agony of others for they k...

Violence is a conscious invasion in the hearts of people who consciously welcome it. These people are blind to humanity, they reap their own eyes off from seeing the beauty of souls around them. They derive joy in  making pieces out of hearts and homes of innocent people. Such people are kidnappers I came back home to violence, "The boundary between peace land and violence has been broken." I was told. Most houses in my street were visited by kidnappers a week ago. Wives and children were kidnapped mostly. The kidnappers were so heartless to kill the new born baby (of not more two weeks old) of one of their hostages. They sent the corpse of the baby to the father asking him for ransom before they kill his wife too. Other fathers live in fear of what these beastly humans will do to their wives and children. Some don't have the money for the illegal bail of their family. Those who have the money the kidnappers told must await those that don't have. Hmm, now we hear g...

You packed your stuffs from the hostel one evening at the end of the session but you are not packed  yourself. You didn't have transport fare so you had to carry your bed, your small drum and your stove in your hands and you were trekking off campus with all difficulty. You stopped so many times because the stuffs were heavy. You weren't really expecting help from anybody. Not because you have passed different bunches of guys who didn't offer to help but because help will only come when they are Nigerians. You stopped again when you got halfway to your destination and you were stretching you hands when you heard a male voice say "Let me help with the heavy one." But you hesitated even when you knew you needed help, "Umm, no thanks. I will manage." And he insisted, "Don't worry I am not Nigerian." And he helped. Yes! He is a Nigerian. He is not Nigerian means 'He just wants to help. No strings attached. No number collecting.  He is ...