Writers Crib

This is for my friend Pharez 😢 I lost Pharez sometime between February and March. I didn't find out about his death till December. And when I found out he died, I couldn't fight back tears, where was I all through the months that passed by. What was I doing, did I stop caring or did I not care at all? Pharez and I shared four years of friendship. He always reached out to me, ALWAYS. Wanting to know how I was faring, if I was okay, if I needed help on something, he was everything a true friend should be. He cared so much his brother thought we had something going on between us, but no, we were just friends, just good friends. I got a nick name too, AdaPharez. The last time I lost contact with him, he had left the country to somewhere not too far away, can't remember the country now, so his lines weren't going through. When he came back, he reached out to me, told me he travelled and needed some alone time to fix things, I understood, we all need some alone time so

There are times in my life I want to give up, yeah, the struggle to be better gets tiring at some point, but then, I try to keep up. Sometimes I miss being a child, when there was little or almost nothing to worry about, but then again, you know, being a child isn't forever, you have to grow into responsibilities, you have to grow to be responsible for something and or for someone, that's the trend. At 15, I thought I had my life figured out; graduate at 20, serve at 21, get a job at 22, start a family at 23. I had a dream, to live a simple and fulfilled life, without much troubles, no much struggles, a little hustle and live my life to please myself and give my family a happy life. But you know, you make a plan, and some times, the plan unplans itself like it has a mind of its own 😂. Have I given up yet? No. I still want that life, the only thing that's changed is just the age and timing, cos I am passed 23 and haven't even graduated 😒. Do I feel sorry at me

So, recently, I heard 😕, I heard we should be careful of the yams we buy from the market cos they could actually be a real person who was turned into yam. 😒 Yeah right! (That should be a joke 😂). Dear 90's kids, gather around please. I can't be the only one who actually believed people turned into yams when they picked money from the ground. I for one only heard, I never really saw anyone turn into yam, I have never seen anyone disappear, these are stories that filtered into my ears as a kid. The news of people turning into 'what have you' happen to be in season in a time like this- the Christmas period. Well, I have gist for you, fresh from the fire childhood gist 😇. During Christmas period like this, mom always warned us to steer clear from picking whatever from the ground, she called it a trap, she fed us with stories of people turning to yam and people disappearing after picking things from the ground, but trust us, we had a counter fact. You want to kno

The year is slowly coming to an end, its few days  to 2019 and we all will be going about our new year resolutions,  again! 😕 Its a regular for some, but not for me anymore. I stopped the resolution thing some years back, say about three-four years ago. You ask why?, I got tired, it became exhausting, became a tedious work, a project I almost never accomplished. I congratulate you all who make resolutions every year and actually stick to it, you guys are the real super man! 😇 Its a good thing to make a plan, you know make a list of the things you intend to achieve, a list of habits you want to stop, and so many other things you have piled up for you, its a good thing please. The problem I have with people who do resolution's are those who actually wait till the eve before the New year or wait till the new year day. My analysis has shown that 75% of people make new year resolutions only on habits they do not intend to take with them to the next year. Not resolutions on bi

I have never been in a crossfire before, but the one time I was caught in the middle of a cross fire in Ladipo, that single event changed my life view. In 2016, I was still an  IT student on a one year industrial  training. Just four months into getting familiar with the area I witnessed what I would have on a good day seen on the TV as NEWS. I had just been transferred to the new branch my boss opened for business, my office had all the comfort: air condition, portable DVD player, roller seat, soft drinks stocked in the fridge, no serious work to get done at that time, take selfie here, take selfie there, then wait till 6pm and fo home. The mayhem started at about nine in the morning of that unfaithful day. I had resumed work like every other normal day, did the 'every every' and was settled to begin the days work. Oga Steve (our driver then) had come to park our boss's car at the lot in the building.   He popped in to say Hi, but later sat down on the customer seat to

My first irredeemable heart break. I have learned, and that is why today I choose to share my story so that you too can learn from it and not be a victim. Oh well, many must have had similar experiences, so you're welcome to share your thoughts or you can just come and answer 'present' here and mark your name. It was my first year in school, four years ago. You know how it is with being a fresher, the whole 'giddiness of wanting to be super serious, giving no room for idle time, jumping from tutorial to tutorial searching for which is best, reading ahead of class and all that blablabla... Yes, I was that kind of person. It was worse I was a polytechnic undergraduate, worse still would be to graduate with a 'nothing to write home about' result. Fast forward to the day I sat behind Daniel in the exam hall. No, we didn't do any sort of 'formation' to enter, it just happened, and we were sitting for my most dreaded course, business maths. I re