Sshhh!!!...........have you heard?

    I took a drive through the streets of Lagos with my mom last week Saturday.  Everything and everyone I saw reminded me of how Nigerians were, are and will be. The roads were still terrible, the weather hot and the aura of the community still the same. The Okada riders continuously rode the streets despite warnings of impending ban, the PHCN was yet to release power to the people and prices sky rocketed as was the norm at the end of every year. But what baffled me were the people I saw. Even at Christmas time, they still had the purposeful stride to succeed. Each diligent step explained their drive to beat the odds and make ends meet despite the fact that the year is practically over. The belief that all wasn't lost was evident on their faces, and they all wanted to accomplish something before the year completely ran out.           Just before I got to my destination, I noticed the cars ahead had slowed down considerably. A couple of  youths in the community had mounted a

  Chapter 1    Peju entered the apartment feeling like she was carrying 10 bags of cement. The day had been hectic and she was tired and exhausted. Shutting the door behind her, the noise outside drowned out. The empty house and stark silence told her that Bayo  wasn't  home from school. Having closed her shop early today, she was the first to get home. Delighted by the privacy and silence, she dropped her bag on the table and headed towards the kitchen. Living in a two bedroom apartment  wasn't  exactly bliss. The apartment was confining and inadequate. Though Peju  didn't  exactly com from a rich family, she lived with her family in a 3 bedroom house built by her father before she got married to her husband Bode. Though not wealthy, the family led a comfortable lifestyle. Her father was a firm and fair man, while her mother was a disciplinarian who ruled the home and her husband with an iron fist. “Mama Peju” as she was fondly called was loud, bossy, aggressive and

A close friend of mine gisted me about his trip to Ibadan recently. It was so hilarious, I decided to share it with you. Enjoy: Deshile was very eager to attend his best friend's dad's thanksgiving ceremony. It was gonna start in the morning and finish by 2pm. He set out very early at around 7:15am to beat the traffic on the Lagos-Ibadan expressway. As luck will have it, he was on the express by 8:40am. Afraid of arriving late, he sped like a smuggler running from the police. He was soon to realize that his luck would run out. When last did you travel on the express? Quite recently? If not, let me acquaint you with "Deshile's Guide to : A Safe and Stress Free Journey On The Express" -Set out early -Check your tires, engine, petrol tank, etc -Pack enough food and drink for yourself and use the washroom before you set out -Pray to God for journey mercies - YOU WILL NEED IT Anyway, Shile's car was about to disappoint him. The traffic was very bad and the

  Hi everyone, its Semilorey . How una dey? I have been getting requests to start a blog, and never really got round to doing so until now. Trust me, its really as simple as everyone claims, and I had fun creating it.     My blog is gonna discuss real life issues, key events and affairs in the society, melodrama from people, personal tales from individuals etc. Anything, you name it. I am here to tell it as it is. So step up to the plate and lets gist.