Message To The Meddlers…
Know your place. Stay there – Ololade Ajekigbe Today, I am taking no prisoners. I am saying it as it is. In this part of the world we…
Unsung Heroes Of The Nigerian Hustle
The streets are not smiling. The times are tough. A look around my environment each day reveals a society where the hustle has never been more real. The average Nigerian wakes up before the crack of dawn each day to commute several hours to work. A typical commercial bus conveys passengers who sleep through the…
The Identity Crisis
Who am I? What am I here for? These are life long questions that most of us struggle to answer. Many wander through life without discovering their identity. Some of us take up the identity of others who influence us with their way of life, for others whatever is in vogue brings about a change…
The Silent Competition
The grass always looks greener on the other side, it is a fallacy of reasoning – Ololade Ajekigbe Ever run into an old friend and observed them sizing you up? And when I say sizing up, I don’t mean the long-time-no-see kind of sizing up. I mean the Is-she-looking-good kind. It happens all the time. 2…
Looks vs Personality
An image caused quite a stir on social media last week. It was of a convicted felon named Jeremy Meeks, who had previously spent 9 years in prison for grand theft. Jeremy, age 30 and married father of one was once again arrested last week in Stockton California on a one gang and possession of…
Our Mental Laziness
One of the first things I told myself when I was going to start this blog was never to write anything too lengthy, because people will lose interest and not read it. Truth be told, many Nigerians don’t read. Which is probably why someone once said, “If you want to hide something from a Nigerian,…
Delusions Of Grandeur
I once had an appointment with a client at her office. I got there a few minutes to 12 noon, as we had agreed to meet at 12, told the receptionist my mission and was asked to take a seat after informing her boss of my presence. To cut the long story short, I…
Much Ado About The Male Child
Let me start by stating that I desire to have a male child like most people (or rather, most Africans) do, so this is not a campaign against the male child or having male children, but I have often wondered what the whole I-must-have-a-male-child-by-hook-or-by-crook syndrome was all about. if you are reading this article from…
Joy in Solitude
One of my favourite moments each day is the time I spend alone in the comfort of my room. Just me and maybe the Tv. It may sound weird but it is infact my best time of the day. Locked away in obscurity from all the hustle and noise, from the distractions of the day…