Your Valid Right To Fail

 

Success…to be deemed successful—the story we all want—that earnest yearning to be looked upon as one of the few who knows exactly what they are doing. The admiration, the fandom even that we fantasise about when we put our plough to work. We are positive that we can make a career out of our hobby or passion and so we pursue it for love, for joy, for self-gratification; and in the hope that someone else, maybe two, will connect with our conviction. Sometimes, our hunch is right; we get all the plaudits and everyone wonders why we did not start off earlier. At other times, however, they give the damning verdict—”You are not nearly as good as you thought.”

A Trip to the Past

 

Time was when jumping buses was normal. One took bikes, tricycles and weather-beaten yellow buses to every destination. Engaging the services of taxis was a luxury because pockets were shallow, every kobo had to be accounted for. But time…time soon took care of the transition and the Danfo-hopping plebeian could get her own private means of transportation. Nothing fancy, just something decent enough to signify progress and put a permanent end to contending with sweaty bodies and aggressive commuters for limited spaces in public transportation. Now, she could have her privacy; play the kind of music she wanted and not have to endure the cacophony that bus drivers mistook for good music.

Ochanya: One Rape Too Many

 

A 13-year old girl lies six feet under the ground. Dead. Lifeless. Her dreams cut short, her breath snuffed out at a time when she should have no business contemplating the possibility of being non-existent. If she died of some terminal illness or had been a victim of an accident, maybe her death would have been easier to bear…maybe. But none of that is the case. The circumstances surrounding the death of Ochanya Ogbaje is a prospect every female prays against. Many would choose the option of being felled by the bullets of night marauders rather than the victim of serial rape. That frightening possibility of bodily violation that lurks in the corners of every woman’s heart became Ochanya’s reality.

The Unborn

“I don’t know if this one will live, I am deathly afraid even though the doctors say he is doing just fine,” Ese said to Aunty Stella.

“You have to keep faith, Esosa. Be optimistic, everything will be fine.”

Osahon and his family are growing tired, he tries to hide it, but I see the impatience and fading hope in his eyes”

“Leave Osahon and his people to think or do whatever they like and focus on yourself and the baby.”

2019: Between Patriots and Belly Hustlers

2019 is a year that many Nigerians await with baited breaths. It will be an election year, one that will determine the trajectory of the country for the next four years—whether it finally turns the significant corner that leads to sustained economic prosperity—or remains stuck in perpetual hopelessness. Nevertheless, one of the identifying factors that accompany every election season has featured once again: Shenanigans; political mischief amongst politicians, their cronies and (for lack of a better word), mentees.

Elections 2019: Let The Games Begin!

 

It’s election season in Nigeria once again and the political landscape is heating up as expected. Already, we have witnessed defections, disqualifications as well as inter and intraparty squabbles among political heavyweights. Unarguably, the most notable of these occurrences has been the truncated re-election bid of Lagos State’s incumbent governor, Akinwunmi Ambode. No thanks to the political machinery that deemed him unworthy of a second shot at the helm affairs in Nigeria’s most valuable State.

A Date With “Satan”

 

Satan: A Dark Comedy is a stage play written and directed by writer and media entrepreneur, Joy Isi Bewaji

First of all, there’s no doubt that the title of the play is about as intriguing as titles get. I wasn’t quite sure of what to expect when I saw the promotional materials on social media, because, frankly, dark comedies aren’t exactly commonly explored in these parts.

Was it going to delve into the numerous vices cum evil the fallen angel is widely believed to engineer in our world? Would it downplay these perceived villainous activities and question such beliefs? I was soon to find out.

The Many Battles Calmness Wins

 

It happened on Tuesday morning. Traffic had begun to build up as commuters tried to make their way to work. Traffic had slowed to intermittent stops as it approached the railway intersection. The time was about 6.15 am, there was still plenty of time for the driver to make the office without being adjudged late. As the car inched closer to the tracks, there was some noise…incoherent at first, and then louder, with an accompanying wave of frantic hands as a couple of pedestrians jogged in the direction of the cars who were trying to meander through fellow motorists to get to the other side of the road.

Silent Work, Self-Focus, Zero Comparisons

 

I probably belong to a negligible number of people who believe in keeping things close to their chest until there’s some form of desirable result. Many would call someone like me secretive, and maybe they are right. In a world where it’s now the order of the day to put every minute detail of one’s life out there, people like me are dinosaurs. We are going extinct because that’s just not the way the world works right now. If you are living well and life’s treating you with the level of care newly married couples show each other, then, by Jove, why wouldn’t you want to share it with others? And if you are on the side of the divide where each day is drab, uninspiring or even tortuous, you should also put it out there too. You never know who can help.