Its been two weeks,  since students of University of Port Harcourt , went on a one day rioting, as a result of the tragic death, of a female year two theater and arts student.

It was garnered she needed quick medical attention, yet was ignored by the nurse on duty that unfaithful Sunday evening.






The peace of the University, slowly led to uneasiness and fear that Monday morning.

As I too waved half- consciously to people, I hardly spoke to, But did, because they were with ply woods for destruction of properties.

Just to say, the least I feel sorry, because another undiscovered talent has been lost due to negligence and incapability of duty.

And what most is appalling is the fact, that questions are never asked? No one is been questioned nor fired for devious negligence as this.

“Ignorance is not an excuse.”

Please take a look, at this worst case scenario, sometimes when patients, are been rushed their malicious excuse could be; lack of empty bed space, predicting death on the patient while still breathing, the doctor’s nap can’t be disturbed, have you paid for your hospital card? Are your hospital bills ready? and so on.

Come on, who are we deceiving? Are we really all are clamoring, for the same thing as CHANGE.

Because I see something else. And if we are, It seems some people are hell bent on sinking us deep, into the deep blue sea.

The answer I believe lie deep, different within each of us. How do we call these people to caution? Do we still and always wait on the officials, authorities nor governments? Or we take the bull by the horn and act within our capacities and environment, standing up to what is right.

To our fellow student, whom I believe was a daughter, sister, cousin. We say rest in peace.

Yours sincerely,


All Souls Day

Photo credit: Goggle

Platonic relationship do exist. We were friends for over 2 years. Young as we were, friendship to us was with ease that we’d been married off without our consent. We understood ourselves, disagreeing often to agree, even our squabbles were affectionate.

I had an early rush bath that Saturday, doing my chores with good intents and purpose. It was going to be a good day. I was going to his house to do my assignment. I like the feel of the word ‘His house’ roll on my tongue as it was more of a hidden connotation to calling his name.

I ate my breakfast quickly and waved off everyone. I had packed my assignment in my duffel bag. The feel of the Sun on my skin glowed. It definitely had been a good day.

We did everything together, from meeting at school to church activities. I even reported every torturing kiddo to him as a temptation to act contrary to what we had been instructed. He knew a handful though he didn’t say much.

Years later I heard he died, accidentally.

I do pray for him, I remember him often now though I cannot tell why as I feel silenced as to what a life he would have had, if he were alive. 

We were mates, we were friends, he is gone am alive. Today is a proof of one of  life’s mystery.

Eternal rest be granted unto them O Lord and let perpetual light shine upon them. Amen.

Two Underage Youngsters

For weeks I’ve been shouting and giving commands; heyy! come here! Kai! stop that! etc. My mouth is tired and I know this is not the end either. 

One thing you’ll repeat it 7 times 7. You’ll say don’t touch and that’s exactly what they’ll touch. You say leave that place and that’s exactly where you’ll find them, causing mishaps. They can’t be left on their own without constant checks.

I rush some of my meals because an underaged miss eats hers in less than one minute so she could come feast on mine. 

While apologizing for something wrong they’ve done, you need to be careful lest they’re somewhere causing anew havoc.

If I say stop making noise, they continue stopping at their will.

One minute they’re here, the next they’re there. If am not settling squabbles then I make sure my eyes do not wander from them. They simply can’t be left on their own. Their antics keep changing.

One is only a precocious 3 year old who needs a reason before carrying out instructions while still struggling to speak queens English and the other a feisty toddler scared of Shepherd (A German shepherd). It’s like their unintended purpose is for you to have headache? Or keep babbling.

At the end of the day they’re good kids or trying to be, that’s only what a nearby aunt wish for.

Courtesy tainted with Arrogance

Mason had insisted that I finish at the Old nato bank while he proceeded to Fishers bank at the middle land junction 3 miles away as this would save time. This was distracting for me as I did not like to be out and about while prepping for my finals yet I was ready to give my up most mindfully. 

A salient disgruntled nod with a stenched sweat from the security guard welcomed me as I walked into the bank. The place was packed with all sorts of being, even young adults. While the staffs bankers rarely scouting the area but minding their paper work seeing how they could save time as more customers poured in.

I immediately picked a slip, cautiously filled in the required information and joined the line. 

Soonest, I got comfortable in my spot, I pulled out my phone and was reading my feeds. I was distracted from the incessant noise around me, occasionally raising my head to see my purse and slip were intact, feeling them wasn’t enough. I had to be careful, I wasn’t running just any errand but my high profile mom. Before long it was my turn, the cashier’s voice was characterized by resonance, typically out of norm.

I buzzed Mason, I was done, he enjoys the stillness of formal activities. So I didn’t call him.

I exited the bank for an unplanned waiting, unhurriedly bumping into a mister whom I unapologetically apologized to. Like a glorified statue I took my place standing under the tree waiting for Mason. 

Humming silently, not long after this fellow dressed on a jean with dishevelled hair walked up to me, I was immersed in my playlist to give him an undivided attention. Without a care, he said you were the lady who bumped into me previously, I looked up astonished by such air of arrogance. He thought wrong, if I was going to reply. Seemingly he noticed how uninterested I was, he was intended to have my attention. He introduce himself, as Hillary James an eye doctor. He didn’t mind rambling to me, so far I was the listener.

Courtesy was on loose, so I put my phone away, to hear him out. 

Hillary is on holiday, he loves exercise and food a lot. He’s familiar with the bank manager, he has a flair for fair women who can cook and he’s sure my level of unleashed demon is minimal.

Tersely, he asked the question I dreaded, “whom I was waiting for,” I offhandedly replied “someone.” He wasn’t satisfied by my answer, he wanted to hear more like an eligible answer. I was irritated, contemplating why a total stranger would outrageously ask me such questions. As if seeking the answer on my phone, I flipped it on-security guard approached him, the bank manager was around. Breath of fresh air forced its way out my lungs. 

Shallow Spirituality

When I was younger, I use to worry about being a saint. You see I grew up in a Christian home where at a tender age you’re to get involved with a society within the church and activities carried out was directed to how godly it was done? the intentions of doing them? did it enrich or offend others? So this did put an undeniably measure of spiritual sense in me, that I’d go as far as counting the number of sins I committed each day. Sometimes I’d become unnecessarily solemn because I didn’t want to be involved in rubbish talk, so I inadvertently avoided this small talks that would later on lead to gossip and confession afterwards. I didn’t want to miss being a saint.

Attending Catholic schools at lower levels, after morning mass I’d say my prayers to different saints with the sole intention of being like them. If I offended my neighbour (mates) I’d apologize to them saying the priest asked me to ask for forgiveness. Why doing this somewhat relieved me and kept my pride intact. I knew I wasn’t apologising because I wanted to but because someone asked me to. I didn’t want to miss being a saint.


So far I understand, I was only tip toeing and not exactly living in the real sense as I had only muffled ideas to actual christian living. I’ve lost the zealous consciousness to be a saint not because it’s hard to attain but because I wasn’t communicating, I was avoiding communication in my comfort zone. Now I simply want to live being happy and help others feel comfortable around me and with themselves. If I fall short of the christian’s doctrine, my faith I understand it’s human frailty.

 I see true spirituality as beyond my comprehension as it’s wrapped in genuine love to my neighbour as anything beyond is questionable.

Yours sincerely.

An Obscure view of a sad woman

She was different, It showed in the way she walked, unskirted like she owned the ground she walked on. Seeking perfection at what she did. 

She was different, as she managed to be everyones favourite, you could meet her and not hate her. Her reality was different from what she showed. She was the average woman, you know. Likeable personality indeed. Never pitiful.

To everyone, she was always happy, except to herself. she simply managed to live by.

She was different, life wasn’t a bed of roses, she had made her view a sunflower with no thorns. Life was explicitly vague to her. She simply managed to live by.

She was different, as she is the shadowy character who existed in a happily ever after. She was likely to be your next door neighbour.

She is different, still seen at her perfect imperfection. Even in her worst state, she simply manages to live by.

With love.

Monday motivation

Some years ago I had seen the beginning part of the movie friends with benefit, I wanted to watch the movie but the timing was off. It had Justin Timberlake and Mila Kunis as main characters, more reason I enlisted it as a must watch I could have as well downloaded the movie to satisfy my curiosity but somehow I didn’t and so yesterday I finally watched the movie. 

Sometimes life is tiring. Bucket lists refusing somehow to be ticked off, well don’t loose hope it took me 4years to watch friends for benefit and I’m totally fine with it. It probably loooks too small a defeat to be noticed but guess what, it finally happened. This definitely gave me hope that some day my aspirations would breath life.

No matter how much discouraged you feel, do not stay too long in that emotion as there are still victories to be won and bucket lists to be outdated, which is only possible by you alone.

Challenge your self, get out there often and do not to wallow in self pity my friend, no matter how enticing it looks.

Yours sincerely.


Photo credits: Forbes women summit 2017

Does this word ring a bell? The first time I heard this word was five years ago, I’d gone to collect my lower level school statement of result in which the principal had written ‘good, quiet and unassuming’

My first reaction was SHOCK because I had never heard that word and immediately assumed it was a bad word considering the combination UN and ASSUMING. To me it simply meant I didn’t put in effort to be active while at school, I was frustrated she had described me as sort.

Later on I went home and found at the true meaning of the word and I have never been more surer in my life, of a perfect way to describe me if not UNASSUMING. It describes my personality in a not too shabby way and somehow I have tried to live in accordance with its meaning; not arrogant or presuming, simply modest. 

I want to break free from clutches of any sort of discriptive stereotype as they’re salient restrictions to me involving more with my surroundings.

Maybe my principal’s intent was for me to look beyond what she wrote and search for a deeper purpose for myself than living unbothered and modestly fine with everything when I know the society is changing everyday. 

We shouldn’t be fine when fellow women are increasingly tortured everyday under the code of domestic violence, sexual abuse and harassment, intense Christian martyrdom and an influx of refugees and hunger in almost every state.

Somehow her unintended purpose for me was actually to engage better with my surrounding. I can’t say but I can speak for myself and never stop searching even in the deepest valley until I find myself and when I do there’ll always be that inner peace that surpasses all empty clanging noise.

Yours sincerely.