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Between age 25 and 30, society decides women are no longer to be sheltered and should immediately find men and marry them. To miss this time window is to be ready for a life of singleness. But is there any truth to this?
Sometimes we see people at the summit of their careers talk about their growth and ascribe all the success to their hardworking and resilience. Are these people just grandstanding, or are there really self-made people in the world?
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You fall in love, and share all of life’s good things, including music. But what happens to the music when the love ends, or is unrequited? Who do you blame for the loss of something good and souring of life’s little pleasures?
The blind auditions of the second season are over and we can tell what the judges really want. But do we? – Timi Dakolo, Yemi Alade, Patoranking and Waje have turned for voices, most different and not all as enchanting as they should be for a show about The Voice. So, what exactly do they want?
While ‘loving’ was the proof of being in love, the actions you took to show that you’re in love, the things you do out of love. But as I grew up, I realized that there was a difference.
I’m going to start this post my least favourite way of starting posts – with a disclaimer. Not because I…
Ask an average Nigerian, possibly in a year long relationship what he/she is doing with their partner and their default answer will probably be “Oh, we’re going out”. Going out? Where to? When? Why?
In this unique series, you the reader is given the power to decide how you want your story to end. The main dish is Pounded Yam and you have four options of soup to go with it - Egusi, Efo Riro, Bitter leaf and Banga.
I bend my fingers to get a better view, watch as the rock catches the light and I think, my mother would be so proud. A sigh forces itself out of my mouth into his, and as he grunts in response his doughy fingers dig deeper into my back. Ouch.
I was expected not to sweat over the steaming yam nor to wipe my sweat with anything I was wearing while at this pounding. My mum was that scrupulous. And now she was comparing love to my most annoying kitchen chore.
