MissO is my alter-ego; the person I really am but afraid to be. I write to escape. I write to be free. But above all, I write to be me... www.thesocialdeviant.com
Let’s start with my mum, who by the way insists on looking on my unmarried state like an illness, like something that needs to be helped. Somehow, all my achievements in this life – achievements that I have worked hard for – have been reduced to the singular ‘but’ of the fact that I’m not married.
The beauty of taking my time is that I have a level of self-assuredness that is unshakeable because I know exactly who I am. Time also gives me the luxury of being present in and enjoying the moment. You know how they say people sometimes chase life so hard that they forget to live. Well, that’s not me.
Is there a legitimate business idea that will take a million naira or less and yield a profit within 6 months and continue to yield profit afterwards? Is it any different from the usual things people sell—fashion, skin care, hair, food, e.t.c.?
What is it about revenge that feels so good? What goes on in a woman’s mind when she’s rejected or mistreated by a man that she loves dearly? What kinds of things can a scorned woman do to the guy in question? When does love turn to hate?
“It was my first day in the university, and I was to spend my first night in the hostel. I went to bed and I wet the bed. I was on the top bunk. The girl who was sleeping in the bunk below woke me up and she just said to me that I needed to wake up.”
I was having a very mushy, loving, soaking-with-cheese conversation with my boyfriend one morning; the…