Last night, I chose to calm my spirit and sleep early. This was after I had cried in frustration in the shower.
I’m up now and after a deep soul search, I have made the following decisions:
⁃I may not run for office but I’ll join a political party that aligns with my values.
⁃I will take it as my sole duty to encourage youths to join a political party that aligns with their values.
⁃I will make it my sole duty to encourage youths to get their voters card and vote.
⁃I will spend my resources to support youths who have the right values to get involved in the governance of this country.
Here’s what I will not do:
I will no longer spend one more moment of my energy, emotions and time feeling bad or angry at this government.
Even though I’ve lost faith in the government, I have faith in myself and my capabilities because I know that when I set my mind to something, I’m unstoppable, no matter the challenges.
For now, I’ll go back to my business to regain the time I’ve lost while enveloped in the #Endsars movement.
I hope that in your own time, you’ll join me in this resolve to make REAL change happen in Nigeria by starting with yourself and participating in your little way because it truly does start with us.
And because enough is enough!
No more wallowing in defeat and/or self-pity, A LOT IS AT STAKE.
May the souls of those we’ve lost in this fight, rest in peace.
This evening, I drove past Lekki Toll gate, I realised I had become accustomed to that place being our peaceful protest ground. So I parked my car on the right side of the Toll, alighted and stood by the car, my back rested on the driver’s door.
Compared to the air of hope, unity, excitement and determination that I was used to on that ground, I felt a deep emptiness, not the one permeated by nothing but an emptiness that felt wrong: VOID.
A tear dropped, I folded my hands and looked around,
the anger, sadness and grief that I’ve been dealing with came back in full force, and I allowed myself to feel it. Through my tears, I saw the young man who brought me the green whistle and asked me to blow it loud if anyone harassed me,
Yesterday on my Insta Story, I asked people to tell me what moment of their life they would take back if they could. 89% of responders (yes, I counted to be sure) out of 536 responses said they wish they hadn’t rushed into marriage when they did.
If you’re already furious at me,
calm down. Let me discount your arguments before I begin:
1. This post isn’t against marriage.
2. If you’re truly happily married, your marriage is a blessing to you and not a source of constant worry, unhappiness and feeling of entrapment, this post isn’t for you.
Why do women rush into marriage just for the sake of it? I researched and asked people as well, especially some of those who responded to the insta story question. Here are some quoted responses:
- “It just seemed like the next step to take, we had dated for so long”
I’ve just finished watching “Oloture” and I must say that this is the most creative and realistic ending a Nollywood movie has ever had.
I don’t think the dialogue was smooth and seamless but for the first time, I didn’t dwell on the hitches; the story is quite compelling,
the reality of women being an endangered specie more glaring than I’ve ever seen in a Naija movie, the horror of sex trafficking, revealing.
There was a scene where a man hit a woman right in the middle of a tight Lagos traffic, he carried her on his back and roughly swung her
around until he was able to fling her into a bus. ALL THE WHILE, everyone minded their business, including military men.
Can I tell you about the locations of this movie without revealing too much? The story was told through the locations; so true to life, practical, AUTHENTIC!
I was seated by the reception desk in 2009 when she waltzed in with the calmest energy, looking like a model. Her hair was shaved so low it was almost bald, she looked stunning!
I said to her immediately she approached the reception desk, “Wow, you’re beautiful.”
I think I made her shy but that’s not my business. 😂
Apparently, she came for an interview in the company and got the job. I immediately befriended her when she resumed even though I didn’t understand then why I was drawn to her.
I know now, her heart radiates so much light, I was bound to be affected by it. She’s the purest of humans, the most patient friend and sister, looking out for me when I don’t ask for it, speaking peace into my life when my heart is experiencing chaos,
I’ve just gotten off a call with a 34-year-old lady who was sobbing painfully because she doesn’t get attention from men even though she’s pretty and funny.
When her friends insult her, even playfully, they’ll say, “Why do you think you don’t have toasters?”
And when there’s a fight, the words are, “no one wants you.”
First off, I think it’s a psychological/self-esteem issue that many women assume they or other women are worthless because they lack Male attention.
Your friends and family love you, show you attention but you think you’re not worthy because men haven’t let you know it?
How pitiful!
“Why do you want male attention so bad?” I asked her.
She said, “I’ve been single for too long Ife, I’m tired, I don’t want to grow old alone”
Earlier today, I missed 4 calls from Beatrice, my housekeeper. I didn’t hear or see my phone ring because I had put my phone in silent mode as I was busy with work.
When I finally checked my phone and saw how many calls I missed from her 10 minutes prior, I got a little worried.
She had just left for the market, I wondered what could be wrong.
I returned Beatrice’ call and she picked up just after the first ring.
“Hello aunty, I don dey call you since o.” Beatrice sounded out of breath, as though she was walking briskly or had just rested from a run.
“What’s the problem? Are you okay?” My tone was calm but my fingers crossed.
“Ah,” she chuckled, “nothing much happen o. I forget fry goat meat for on top sink,I no remember to put am back for freezer. I say make I quick call you make you no chop am.”