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The query

January 23, 2020

I got back to my desk to find a query from the HR with subject SEXUAL HARRASSMENT. It ended with “Kindly explain why disciplinary action won’t be taken out on you...” I sat back on my seat for a moment. Whew! I hate queries! “Dear All” I wrote “In order to properly explain myself, I need to tell you a story. I’d like to believe I’m normal. Nothing special. And this is not me being modest. I think, behave and talk normal which is why I find it really abnormal when I’m sitting in a toilet doing toilet business, sleeping, watching a movie, reading a book, waiting for an anger to pass or doing whatever and someone knock and keeps knocking. Ordinarily, I’d answer or make a noise just so whoever is knocking knows that the toilet is occupied. Let’s say you are this person and you hear someone inside speak, you would walk away and try the next door right? Because you are normal, yes! But there are abnormal people who roam the streets daily. People who may have been dropped on thei

It’s a new year!!! 💕

January 05, 2020

I went for crossover service. I haven’t done that since I came to Lagos. The vibe of crossover service in the village is way better than what you see here. In the village, I get a different high from the cold, having to trek a long distance through a sandy path to get to church and running from people throwing fireworks recklessly. In church, we danced into the new year. We dance for hours with no care in the world. What I’ve seen in my parish in Lagos was a different level of boring. People wore heels, agbada and heavy make up to crossover mass. The first and only time I went, mass started by 10pm and sermon ended by 11:45pm. The priest asked us to sit solemnly and wait for 12am. I wanted to ask “Father, what the fuck do you mean?” but I didn’t. I sat quietly and waited like a meek lamb with the rest of the congregation. It was more like a wake keep and I blame all the misfortunes of that year on that crossover mass. When the new year finally came, we all said “Happy new year” grudg

6 0. D A Y S

August 28, 2017

T H E. I M P A C T Holla!! Holla!!! Okay. What's the excitement about? Whew. I've been on this for as long as I can remember. 2014? Not so sure anymore. I started out with 96kg, got to 80.7, got to 70kg and have been struggling with constant weight gain and loss over the years. I got stuck on 75kg for a long time and now I'm 76kg and I'm sure it will keep increasing. My offense? I love food a lot and I have access to good food. I spend half my time thinking about food, how to make it, photograph it...I'm a food porn enthusiast! Ever had an orgasm from good food? Lol!! My motivation? I'm from a close knit family and it hurts to not be able to fit into my siblings' clothes. I also love packing light when I travel and being big with big clothes doesn't help. I also hate being the biggest girl in the room and I'm tired of coming up with clap back remarks to greetings like "Ah! Babe! You are now fat!" (My country people go

February 21, 2017

1000 WAYS TO FIND LOVE....IN A GYM "Sixteen...seventeen...eighteen...." I squatted at each count by the instructor. My thighs hurt from the many months of being away from the the gym. "...twenty two...twenty three..", his loud voice cut into my thoughts. I stopped to rest my legs. His voice got louder and he prompted me with his eyes not to stop. If only he knew how my thighs hurt. I'd love to have big butt and tight legs but the cost seemed too much for me. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I reached for it. I saw my instructor frown at me and I frowned back at him. Free me jhor. It was my friend, Dike, calling and needed directions to where I was. "Ermmm...do you know Camp ground", I asked "Yes!", he replied "Ok. From camp ground, drive pass either four or five streets on the left. I'm not really sure of the number of streets but look out for a cream house. You can't miss it".

On On!!

June 14, 2016

DISCLAIMER: This is not a funny story! I've never been the type to shy away from physical activities. Besides ermmm...this thing...I'm open to anything physical - running, swimming, climbing, chewing gum - anything at all. I never shy away. It's always fun and even better when its done with a group of friends. Over the years, my sister succeeded in making me jealous of her just by posting pictures of herself on one hill or another. I wished that someday, I would be able to do so - stand on a hill, open my cream colored 32 and feel fly. It don't matter how one got there. And as God answers prayers, my wish finally came through. Do you know that Christmas day feeling you had as a child? That type that leaves you awake all night wondering when day would break? That was the same feeling in my heart knowing that my longtime dream was just a few hours away. I got ready hours before time and hurried my sister to do same. My back pack had everything I needed - sel

B A C K I N T I M E

May 10, 2016

Let's go back in time when watching movie was limited. Haha. When people ask me now why I love watching stuff now, I'd usually smile and tell them I'm making up for lost time. My parents had six intelligent children (oh yes!), but intelligence without hard work was just intelligence. So we grew up knowing there was time for everything. Time to read, to play, to cry, to joke, to farm....to watch a movie! We all knew that Saturday mornings; after cleaning the whole house, washing our pile of dirty clothes, washing loads of plates and pots, weeding, picking palm fruits, cutting grass for the goats...whatever chore that came along...and a massive shower, was movie time. Hehe! Everyone had a chore and had to finish before we could file to the parlor for movie time. No one could be left out. My people of God, no team work and team bond beat that. Haha! ...And then Ogbonna, the video machine prefect, with the blessing and permission of my daddy, would head to my pare

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