Harmattan or Winter???

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Growing up as a child, I’ve always been told there are two seasons in Nigeria: rainy and dry seasons. The times for these seasons are hardly predictable cos you cannot confidently fix a date for an event for fear of the rain ruining the day.

GUEST POST: Who Called The Meeting?

By Olakunmi Oluwabuyide

 

The rains are on sabbatical

The sun is on duty

Under this heat we perspire

Our strength easily expires

Out of our holes we groan

Our mouths filled with angst moans

Has hell been set loose?

Or are the heavens on fire?

'Where is Lazarus?' we ask

'Open the floodgates', we cry

Pressure mounts...

Suddenly...

Someone has called a meeting

The clouds gather in the west

The sun suspended

The conference doors are thrown open

The wind rushes in

Lightning strikes on

Thunder claps in excitement

Let the meeting begin

And a wet night gives birth to a cold morning

What a relief!

Who called for this meeting?, I ask myself

Thank God for the weather

Thank God whenever

Kunmi is currently a student in the Nigerian Law School.

The Rebirth

Happy New Year y’all, I should be banned from this web space for inconsistency *covers face. This year is still very much new; I know a number of us have made resolutions. Well, for the first time in the twenty-something years I’ve spent on earth I actually wrote down my resolutions. There comes a point in life you feel like you are growing old and confusion creeps in, that’s the stage I’m in right now.

I’m not here to bore you with my banter, but I’m certain that there are a-million-and-one fireflies at the end of the tunnel. With a grateful heart, I thank God for making us see this New Year despite all odds. He has taken our sin-dead lives and made us alive in Christ. I’ve resolved this year to give my all to Him; this of course involves dropping attitudes, habits and friends (as the case may be).

It’s not going to be easy though, If you happen to be reading this I want you to know that there are life struggles, they make us better or worse- the choice is yours to decide how you handle these situations. We ain’t perfect, but let us work towards perfection this year. We are not remaining at the same age we were last year, likewise we shouldn’t be satisfied with our status-quo. Even as we age and mature, let us all make conscious efforts to allow rebirth….

I hope to be consistent in publishing posts, its part of my rebirth process. It’s the year of Jubilations in my church; I pray we all have cause(s) to celebrate this year.

Have a fulfilling year

My Christmas story

Hi friends, this writer's block syndrome is a serious issue. So sorry there was no Christmas day post but I have a short story to tell. Grab a bottle of coke and popcorn and read on...

I spent 14 hours on my journey back home on Tuesday, *sighs. Not only was the traffic killing, the entire trip was just too somehow; though am grateful to God for journey mercies. Just in front of me were two lovers (from what I figured, he was taking her home upon the request of his folks), a couple with their two kids sat beside me. Also on the bus were some funny Warri people, the driver, two fowls, their owner (she sat in the front seat by the driver and let us at the back inhale the fowl poop) and of course me.

MY DOPE CITY

On the 18^th of September (exactly 3 months today), I left all behind: family, friends and all have come to love and travelled down South to experience another side of life. It was with mixed feelings but I had to make that move all thanks to NYSC. Trying to get acquainted with my new environment, I noticed a lot of things and I’ll love to share them with you.

OPEN LETTER TO GOD

Dear Lord,

I’ve decided to focus my thoughts on other things, e.g. my unborn children. So this is it, I like having guys around me (they are fun to be with, I tell you). In that light, 2 boys and a girl will do. Would have preferred three guys though, but let’s just have a girl in the picture. I love twins ehn… kai, so I want them first: a boy and a girl. I already have names for them sef: Anna and Andrew. Per adventure I don’t give birth to a boy, I will name one of the girls Andrew (Word’s can’t express how much I love the name)….

Guest post: ADELAIDE 2

BY Tolu Akinsola

I opened my eyes to darkness, I felt uncomfortable. Something was not right. I was on my bed alright, but I didn’t feel like it. I searched for a torch (at least, that was what I could easily reach for as NEPA had done it again).

Voilà! I got one and flipped it on. I knew it! I was still in my yesterday’s clothes. Then, I remembered I had slumped (gratefully into my bed). And none of my sisters was there. Very Mean Things.

Anyway, I was alive and it was exhaustion that did that to me. I looked at my window. Light flooded into the house. Was it daybreak? I glanced at my wall clock (with my torch, of course).

Jeez! Six o’clock am! OMG! I was to be at the Island by eight o’ clock am. And I was still lazing on my bed.