2016? OH WELL…


2016? Big sigh. I didn’t want a make a post retrospective of 2016 but then I thought why not? Truth is, I thought I didn’t have enough things to say about my 2016, it went…

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HEY MISS, HOW INDEPENDENT ARE YOU?


The woman who follows the crowd will surely go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before – Albert Einstein….

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WHAT MAKES A FUCKBOY?


A succinct definition requires no elaboration. But as succinct as the term fuckboy is, it definition varies at times with the context in which it is used. I heard of the term fuckboy for the…

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NIGERIAN MOTHERS ENTITLEMENT SYNDROME (NMES).


Have you ever stepped on a Nigerian mother’s toes? Were you brought up by one? I need to know so that I’d be rest assured that there are people out there who are currently experiencing…

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MONDAY MOTIVATION: STOP LETTING PEOPLE TREAT YOU LIKE TRASH.


Have you ever been in an argument with someone and they start saying really hurtful things and you replied back with how what they are saying is getting to you and how bad they are…

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DIARY OF A PSYCHO GIRLFRIEND – XXVIII


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WHAT’S IN A NAME?


If you were allowed to name yourself, what would it be? This was the question a friend on Facebook asked yesterday. I drop a comment on it and I typed “Dodo-which means plantain”. I find…

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DIARY OF A PSYCHO GIRLFRIEND – XXVII


Read last episode Dear Diary, I woke up with a throbbing headache, it was dark and the ground I laid on is very cold. I felt sand beneath my palms and I sat upright. It…

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RITES OF PASSAGE: DISILLUSIONS OF THE ADULT WORLD.


Remember when you were little? You just finished eating a bowl of cereal, your stomach is still round from the assault you just launched on the cereal, you wouldn’t eat Amala with the rest because…

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DIARY OF A PSYCHO GIRLFRIEND – XXVI


Read Diary of a psycho girlfriend XXVIII Dear Diary, My bail was refused and I spent two days in the dingy cell. They said I am a suspect of a capital crime. My mother broke…

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