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Date Rape: the untold pain of victims (part three)

“Why do you consult women's words when it is not their mouths that speak? Consult their eyes, their colour, their breathing, their timid manner, their slight resistance that is the language nature gave them for your answer. The lips always say 'No,' and rightly so; but the tone is not always the same, and that… Continue reading Date Rape: the untold pain of victims (part three)

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Am no Longer Slave of Fear

Am not given to making New Year resolutions or penning down a “to do list” that I will probably forget when circumstances takes a twisted turn. For me, every day is a new beginning to do what needed to be done or make that call, adjust that life style or take that decision needed to… Continue reading Am no Longer Slave of Fear

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My Patriotism Story: A Joke in Action

Its yet another Independence anniversary for Nigeria and i have thought: what should i ramble about? Nothing pops up in my cheezy breezy weezy brain…..so i carried out a survey with two friends. Sunday, my naughty friend suggested i write on “patriotism”. I declined because that would amount to betraying my conscience going by the… Continue reading My Patriotism Story: A Joke in Action

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The Dollar Syndrome (2)

As you read, the dollar syndrome has affected even marital consummation, I eavesdropped into a discussion, a man was telling his friend (I guess) that his wife now denied him sex because dollar was high. The same fellow went ahead pouring out his randy rage on Mr. President but never questioned the sanity of his… Continue reading The Dollar Syndrome (2)

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The Dollar Syndrome

There is a three word expression that has gained ground and potency as a cover-all explanation for evil and ungodliness in our country Nigeria lately: “Dollar has increased” or put in a street man parlance,; “dollar don rise”. These words have been so abused that today if you greet your fellow man on the street,… Continue reading The Dollar Syndrome

Poem

Freedom of the Body, Enslavement of the Soul

Alight my uncanny heart oh! Creator, Reverberation of pains in my heart heaps. Not for the open gate of obtainment; Not for the apparent restiveness of my generation; Not for my labouring mother; Nor for my toiling father. Alight my uncanny heart oh! Creator, I weep with melancholy glued to my face Not for my… Continue reading Freedom of the Body, Enslavement of the Soul