Domestic matters are always going to be controversial. For one, everybody claims to know how things should work because they have either found a formula that works for them or have had a front-row seat to how things work.
I stumbled upon a post in a public forum where the writer opined it was better for adults to get married early in order to forestall the possibility of attending Parent-Teacher Association (PTA) Meetings at the age of 50. As expected, the controversial viewpoint generated varying comments from members of the group.
Many times, it makes sense to be silent. In a world where trouble is always brewing beneath the surface of even the most seemingly innocuous gestures, the option to be silent is a commonsensical one. Two shady politicians deploy verbal missiles to tackle each other; not your business, keep your silence game tight. Some random individual says something unsavoury about you; they may be seeking attention, be silent. Sensitive subjects like religion and ethnicity are being discussed and tempers are flaring; it makes sense to not exacerbate the situation. Be silent. However, in some cases, being silent takes on a more sinister meaning.
He was due to arrive in a couple of hours.
Mum had worn her wig and that floral scent she reserved for those times when dad was coming from one of his regular trips.
“Guys, I know I promised we would go to grandma’s place this weekend, but I’m sorry that won’t be possible anymore…”
Before he finished, Ire had yanked off the arm that held him on dad’s lap and flung himself on the blue Persian rug in the middle of the living room.
My younger brother was only seven years old, but already, everyone knew about his legendary emotional reactions. He was quick to get hurt and throw a tantrum, but that was just because he had a soft heart.
Daddy…
Where do I start?
You would have been 72 years old today, so let me start by wishing you a happy posthumous birthday.
The past few weeks have been like a dream, one in which I have been vacillating between reality and disbelief.
As we concluded the rites of committing you to Mother Earth, I looked to my friend and said, “So now I am fatherless…”
I had always dreaded the day I would lose a parent. I wondered how friends and acquaintances who had lost theirs felt; needless to say, now I know.
I’m not certain I have come to terms with reality; the reality that my siblings and I will never see you in the physical realm again. But I know you would have wanted us to be strong in the face of what has happened.
And we are trying, dad. We are trying, even though it’s undoubtedly the hardest thing we have ever had to do.
But I reckon today’s not the day to slip into melancholy. It’s one to celebrate the exemplary life you lived.
The following phone conversation ensued between me and my 10-year old niece (who’s in boarding school) a few weeks ago: After the pleasantries and establishing that she’s fine and doing well in school… Niece: Auntie Lolade Me: Yes Niece: I want you to write an article about me Me: 🤔 Really? What do you want me to…
I am in a state of wavering disbelief right now. I am having a hard time believing I have actually blogged for five whole years! Every week, every Wednesday, I have shared my thoughts, feelings and opinion on wide-ranging subjects—when I was excited—and when the last thing I wanted to do was write. I have battled the imposter syndrome; written essays that barely got a hundred views and been misunderstood for my blogging intentions. But I have also enjoyed unbelievable goodwill from strangers: people who overestimated my talent and called me a genius.
He is the boss of the uber-successful multinational tech company—Amazon— and the richest man in the world, according to Forbes. Jeff Bezos is synonymous with ingenuity and wealth. Before now, he was popular only for his tech genius, but the last couple of days have thrown the doors of his personal life open to the prying eyes of the public. At first, it seemed to be not much of a big deal save for the humongous amount of cash involved; yet another couple were heading to the courts to put an end to their union.
Three friends, Ayo, George and Hussein are having drinks at Deuce Bar, a midscale bar somewhere in an obscure neighbourhood in Victoria Island, Lagos.
Suddenly, their mutual friend, Bassey rushes in. He is panting as he perches on the arm of the 2-seater Ayo and Hussein shared as they downed their cocktails.
“Guy! Hope no problem? Why you run enter like dat?” George spoke up first.
“Hope sey no be thief dey pursue you so?” Ayo said
“Guys, chill, the dude is trying to catch his breath. Bass, just calm down tell us wetin happen.” Hussein was eager to hear Bassey’s story too, but as always, he could summon his natural inclination to be patient, unlike his friends.
The 2018 Grammy Awards which held last Sunda revolved around one man – Bruno Mars.
Mars won in all the categories in which he was nominated, and this has raised a few questions.
Not a few expected rapper, Jay-Z to cart home a couple of statuettes out of the eight nominations he received for his personal and socially conscious latest album 4:44. This was not to be.