Check Your Map
This morning, I had a meeting at an unfamiliar location, so I used the map. As I alighted the bus at my first stop, I instinctively began figuring out where to catch the next bus. I noticed bus 89 was on the signpost as one of the bus lines that were assigned to this stop. I also saw a passenger …
I think my dog just died. It feels scary
I still want him to stay.
Jack is the longest dog I’ve had. I could call it an old friend. We’ve been ten years down the line and we’re still counting.
21-11-2016 : Phases
Held in traffic, hungry, a bit tired and very uncomfortable, I looked through the window of the interstate “danfo” bus in which I sat, sandwiched with 11 other passengers and a scruffy looking conductor. I knew I had had it. I wasn’t sure I could take more, I wasn’t even willing to. The memoirs of my life as a Lagos …
FROM THE ARCHIVE: DIARY OF AN INTROVERT
My bed is my favourite place.
OSHODI, GOING BUS!
I took a second look at the metal box and thought, hmm…well, what if? Just then the conductor announced, “going bus! Oshodi, going bus!”, my ear tingled at the resonance of this line with my desire to be home before the moon owns the sky.
A STEP AT A TIME
This is not a narrative of lamentation, it’s my expression of hope against doubt. I’m convinced that I’m not the only one who’s thinking this way, a number of young persons are climbing life ladders hoping they’re not on the wrong one. I don’t think anyone has it all figured out, we’re all proceeding one step after the other.
Today I see persons less privileged and I acknowledge God’s favour shinning upon me. Really, I’m as human as they and was born no more innocent than they were. They didn’t get to choose their families and neither did I. They didn’t get to choose their growth environment and the persons they meet in life neither did I. We all just found ourselves in life backgrounds we grew in. Really I did nothing to earn the background I got.