I believe the most discriminated against religion in Nigeria is the traditional religion. We grow up being taught to be scared of them, call them pagans, unbelievers, godless, evil. Yet they are the most tolerant.
The average person would dive in on those ten things, working on achieving all of them all at once, from the get go, every year for the next ten years or until they burn out – whichever comes first.
A lot of people who have died or people roaming the streets just didn’t have the right care. People amongst us are bipolar. Some have dementia, schizophrenia, and many other illness. Some children who get flogged by their parents for being dull may be battling autism, dyslexia and many other disabilities. We need more awareness.
I often wonder why people are so excited about the year, I wonder why I was ever excited about it. What’s so special about a New Year?
Even the dirtiest of humans will be worried that he or she gets no housekeeping done so why is it that many do not consider the planet which is the platform upon which we exist as well deserving of intentional housekeeping?
Also, in the interest of fairness, justice and security, declare Fulani herdsmen a terrorist group and ban open grazing across the country. These people have been security threats not just in Benue State and in the Middle Belt region but all over Nigeria.
Of course I had no other guy in mind. We were not dating though. I didn’t know what he had in mind because he never talked about it. Most times I just lie on my bed and get butterflies of what would be if we dated. He was everything I wanted in a man.
Through the nuptials, he thought about their affair and how they successfully kept it secret till the end. No one found out about their escapades and vacations, not even after the merger with the Reginald Group of Companies that saw her leave the company while her boyfriend of five years became the CEO.
Whatever triggered the boldness in those tiny impudent rats had to be supernatural. If they had dashed across the living room or skidded under furnitures as they often did, it wouldn’t have been much of a problem. At least no one would’ve noticed.
Papa Johnson, a widowed Nigerian grandfather in his mid eighties currently living in his retirement home (read mansion) in the outskirts of Lagos has ‘unusually’ invited members of his immediate family over to spend a Christmas weekend with him. Though he has communicated with every one of them at one point or the other, Papa Johnson has not met with any of the invited guests in over a year.
She was still walking, almost running as if it was something we needed to see urgently. She pointed towards a section by the maid’s quarters and she motioned for me to go and check it. I turned the corner and before I peeped, I heard those familiar moans. No, it can’t be.
Cathy was a beautiful, sexy woman and I could see her perfectly shaped breasts over the low cut of her dress and I would happily show her how well I could please her but I wasn’t going to make the first move. I needed it to come from her.