This one be like pidgin. lol.

Sha, straight to the point. Yesterday, I witnessed fear; I didn’t have N50 to spare, so I trekked from Ojota to Maryland (Lagos) for the first time in my life, and passing that flyover was very fearful(please don’t ever try it); the breeze from the speeding BRT buses almost blew me away if not for God ( for those that think BRTs run slowly, just trek next to it and prove me right). In fact, we were only 3 trekkers on that highway- I, a not so sound man and one of these regular Lagos hustlers. While I admired the guts of these ” guys, I was scared I was going to either be blown away by the buses or fall off the bridge(and die on one of those random faeces yuk)

Anyway, I continued my journey, reached my destination soundly, and I wont try it again… at least I hope so

So today, I witnessed fear again, but this time around, it was from my colleagues in my German class( I’m learning German: multilingual lady).

My class is filled with sparkling guys and babes- tushed peeps; married and single; yet most of these people become fearful in pronouncing German words when all they need do is follow the instructor while looking into their books and saying what they see in the ways the words makes sense to them. Rest assured hausaufgaben buchstabieren etc are not funny when pronouncing it for the first time, but to me, it is the student’s privilege to leave the correction job for the teacher, hence, give voice to whatever is in your mind and let the teacher correct you. But it seems that like me on that Ojota/Maryland highway, my colleages do not want to spare their 50bucks(their voice and other things), so they walk in the fear of being blown away by BRT buses and falling into shit. And guess what, these guys always look for who is laughing at them or who is waiting for their downfall( bla bla… excuses) just like I was expecting the next bus to destroy me or to miss step and fall…

It might not be german words for you. It might be something greater or lesser than that, but please give it all it takes and overcome that fear. Let’s not let fears hinder us from great achievements.

So, see you above your fears…

Up Nepa! by @Enigmatic_nez

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Technically they are now known as PHCN (Power Holding company Of Nigeria) but what does that matter?..Washing the exterior of a pot whilst leaving the interior filthy!   
Electricity is the crux of the Country’s Economic problems and you would THINK that our government would know that. We have been fed with half-baked excuses as to why constant electricity is a gradual climax to reach and how there is a vision 2050 where Nigeria will be an utopian city. *yawns   

From Intelligent propositions like the varying numbers of mega-watts that will be gradually increased over a 5-year interval to the most Ludicrous; Witches sitting on the Electricity poles or having their nightly rituals inside the Kainji dam.(And you wonder why we are still a 3rd world country. Oh, my bad; developing country)

Did you know that we supply Ghana electricity and they have constant power now? Of course…

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Anna’s crush

I’ve not always been the mind blowing, eye catching kind of babe right from teenage years. I mostly stay on my own and expect every other person to do the same. In fact, I believe that everybody is good but I learnt a big lesson and was proven wrong…

I had my first crush at 27. I didn’t think it was a crush then oh. It had to be love… he was everything I wanted after all- sparkling, smart, articulate, creative and he had a way of sweeping me off my feet… a lady’s man, and I counted myself lucky until I shared a dream with him

I told him that I was the mother of his babies… A sweet dream I guess

I also guess Mark misunderstood me. He changed in an amazing way. He began to mount pressure on the relationship. He was bent on fulfilling my dream in a way I didn’t want. He wanted me to get pregnant without properly marrying me. It was offensive to me but I guess he wasn’t after my opinion. I resisted his advances… and he planned for me.

It was the evening of my 30th birthday, and he was taking me to a lake out of town. I was happy and excited…

Suddenly, we started into a forest like region and I became afraid. Well, he was my boo so I gat to trust him…

We got into a lonely place and he suddenly stopped the car complaining of an engine fault. He made some calls and in a romantic way bought out some “surprise” snack  from the boot for us to eat while waiting for his friend to come with a mechanic. When the waiting was long over due, I decided to enjoy the day before it was over. I took a stroll around the forest region with my boo until I was tired and he decided to carry me. He lifted me on his back and I giggled as we returned to the car, where he decided we should rest a little…

Once inside the car,he locked it and began to flatter me with his sweet talks. I was laughing through it absentmindedly. Then I felt his hand on my thighs…
Shocked, I asked him to stop and slapped off his hands.
To my amazement, he slapped me ( and this has never happened before).  Speechless, I looked into his eyes and saw what I had never seen before: EVIL…
Knowing where I was and remembering my plans of being a virgin till marriage, I pleaded with everything in me…

I got a beating for each plea, and when I was worn out due to the beatings, I passed out.

I woke up the next afternoon in a hospital with bandages. I asked the nurses what I was doing there and they had no Idea. I asked the doctors too and they said I was brought in by a woman, and after much description, it was obvious she was a good Samaritan.

It’s my 32nd birthday now and I still don’t know what Mark did to me that faithful evening. I’m alive and healthy. I haven’t seen Mark again since then but I’ve made up my mind never to trust a man ever again.

Speak out!!!

I remember growing up, and the times I would speak with no fear or favour …lol.
I would shout about whom I loved, hated and whom I even wanted to marry (even without fully knowing what I was talking about).
I had to grow up and learn that I wasn’t permitted to speak as I wished (protocols have to be observed)… Thank God I’m grown now and as a responsible adult, I choose to speak and to tell all the beautiful stories…