Writing out my heart


I have a new friend; I met him a couple of weeks ago. When I say meet, I assume you know what I mean is that I started chatting with him. This happened during at the time when I stopped freelancing, I had a lot of time on my hands and i decided to spend that time on Instagram, drooling over the fabulous life of people as a reminder that my life is boring.

After exploring profiles upon profiles, i followed this dude long with a number of other guys and in line with normal social media etiquette, i asked him to kindly follow back. He however did more than just follow back after a day or two, he took it a step further by checking out my blog and gave a feedback that he liked it. Not to be outdone and in the spirit of brotherhood, i visited his blog and o boy, i was blown away. He calls the blog a journal and it does not fail in that regard at all, it is one of the best online journals that I’ve ever read. His is a very inspirational journal loaded with lesson and fresh opinions about everyday issues and offering a rich blend of great music. His posts are very lucid and i absolutely love his writing style so much that i wish i can reproduce it here. The only thing I don’t like about the blog is that it is hosted on the Blogger platform which makes giving feedback in form of comments unnecessarily difficult.

You can read my friend’s blog here

You see, i am a sucker for the written word, there’s a way that words in the written form get to me, so if you’re one of those who can pen down their thoughts clearly and make it an enjoyable read, you have me in your cheering party forever.

So, I thought about turning my blog into a personal journal like his, to share my personal stories in an inspiring way and still make it an enjoyable read and that is why I am writing this. I have actually considered this before but i gave it up because this blog bears my name and it is in fact linked to my Facebook account, there is no f—king way i will be writing about my personal issues here except I want to lie. I didn’t feel i was strong enough to expose myself to the public especially considering the fact that those who know me can easily find it. We are all humans and we are always quick to judge based on what we think we know even when that which we know are mere crumbs that have fallen from the table.

Anyway, reading through my friend’s journal opened my eyes to the fact that putting thoughts and feelings into words can be therapeutic. And as an amateur shrink, i know quite well that finding a medium of expression for whatever feeling or storm ranging inside you is very good. Doing art in the form of drawing or painting is an established process of psychological healing and so is music. Writing too is a potent medium and what my friend has been doing is to combine the medium of writing with music.

Apart from my birthday posts, I have never written anything personal on this blog but this changes right away. The damn thing bears my name so I might as well flood it with my personal stories like a form of stamp huh. Don’t worry, my life is pretty basic and far from interesting, so there is no source for a flood of post. I am one of those people who grow a thick skin real quick and do not try so hard to be the poster child for ‘cool’. I cannot be bothered about the image someone has of me just from reading my blog. But really, I am determined to go a little bit more personal here (all thanks to my new friend and his cool journal) maybe it will help exorcise some of my demons or maybe not.

Well, what do I know, I am just writing out my heart.


ViMP 2016 Diaries – Day 1


When I came across the call for applications into ViMP 2016, I thought it was a going to be a great event, not because I was familiar with the antecedents of Junior Achievement Nigeria (JAN), the Non-governmental organization that are in charge of the program. I got interested in the program because Lagos Business School was on the poster; I know what a big deal Lagos Business School is, so if they are involved, the program will definitely be worth the while.

Venture in Management Program (ViMP) is a week-long mini-MBA course organized by JAN in collaboration with the Lagos Business School, Accenture and some other companies and organizations. It is basically a school-to-work course to bridge that huge gap that often exists between the classroom and the workplace. Young graduates (twenty seven years and below) are exposed to demands of a career in management and just like any other mini-MBA course around the world, ViMP focuses on Business ethics, Accounting Finance, Marketing strategy, Social Enterprise, General Management, Leadership and Entrepreneurship.

Just when I had forgotten about the application, I got a call one evening like that and the next 5 to 10 minutes on that call turned out to be an interview for a place in the prestigious ViMP 2016. I am writing this from Gran Melia Hotel in Ajah, Lagos, where I and all other participants are housed. Over a thousand applications were received, about 200 were shortlisted for interview (shortlisting was done by Accenture) and 50 eventually made it to the final shortlist. It’s indeed a great privilege to be here.

I checked in a little bit late because it was my first time visiting Ajah and I did not really know what to expect. I had visited Victoria Island several times and I quite know my way around there, so I kinda calculated the distance and time it’ll take like I was going to VI. I could not have been more wrong, Ajah is far!

Yesterday was the orientation, we were taken through what to expect from the whole week and i got to meet other participants, majority of whom are still serving Corp members who have come from places as far as Imo state, Cross River State, and Kaduna State. This one of those days that I am proud to have attended Obafemi Awolowo University, we no dey carry last for anything, I’ve met 6 other OAU graduates here already.

Today is the first day of lecture at the prestigious Lagos Business School, I am looking forward to it and will keep you posted.

Leave the Husband Snatcher alone, she does not know you from Adam

DISCLAIMER: This is not entirely an original idea; it was sparked by tidbits from someone’s rants on a blog I read earlier today. What i have done is to turn the spark into flames (for my mind). Unfortunately, I cannot link to the blog because of some very personal issues


Many of you probably saw the picture above when it made the rounds on social media a while ago. I presume the picture was shared on social media by a scorned wife. Cheating is one of the age-long challenges that marriages and relationships face but it is annoying to see how the narrative plays out when a spouse cheats and how the blames are apportioned.

If the cheating partner is a man, a woman promptly tagged a husband snatcher becomes the sacrificial lamb. The cheated wife takes her frustration out on the mistress because well, the mistress should have closed her legs. But in a case where the cheating partner is the wife, you would expect that a wife snatcher should rightly take the heat for the offence of a cheating wife, no? However, there is no such thing like a wife snatcher, when a woman cheats she gets blamed for it. It is quite simple enough, she is an ungrateful whore. Isn’t it quite unbelievable huh, women’s inhumanity to their fellow women. 

You see, we live in a society where women are perceived to be inherently guilty. The narrative of infidelity in relationships is a clear proof of this because it does not matter who the cheating spouse is, a woman somewhere will always be blamed.

The portrayal of men like lambs being led to the slaughter of infidelity but cannot utter a word in the face of their oppressive and manipulative mistresses is a tad annoying because we all know quite well that men are generally the initiators of sexual relationships. So, unless you have proof that your husband was dragged, tied, and probably drugged to have sex with someone else, you should never call another woman a husband snatcher. Your husband’s two eyes were widely opened, he knew what he was doing and I bet you he enjoyed every bit of it. I know you have been socialized to always find a way of escape for men, to always try not to hurt their feelings, your whole life has been about making men feel good about themselves even if means you will ridicule yourself or another woman but stop it right now! Stop trying so hard to cater to the fragile egos of men, stop trying to find an excuse for him, stop trying to babysit him, didn’t he call himself a man?

It’s quite simple if you take time to go over it. You gave your trust to someone and pledged your allegiance to him, this person also promised to be your one and only till death do your part. This someone now violated your trust, dishonored his pledge to you and he decided that he was going to scatter abroad what is supposed to be exclusively yours. Yet here you are trying to exonerate him. He is the one you have a relationship and a commitment with; the husband snatcher does not know you from Adam, why do you expect so much from her while expecting very little from your beloved husband? Haba! Let’s talk where the real matter dey abeg. 

I know the morality of the mistress comes into question and we can say that a lady should not date a married man in the first place. But the thing is, these men ehn, they can be very deceitful, now add persuasive to that. They will say all manner of things just to get down with a lady. They can claim to be separated from their wife, divorced and some will even claim to be single and they can actually act for Africa. So, a lady may indeed start believing the tale and even be dreaming of getting married to an already hitched man.

And men, you no dey try o, most of you will just keep quiet and watch your mistress take all the heat for an action you both committed together, especially when it is you who have betrayed a trust. Turn a new leaf, abeg. Ermm, whats that’s phrase again sef, yes, manning up, I believe to man up is to take responsibility for your actions. Stop watching from the sidelines and allow your mistress, a woman you probably deceived, take all the blame and embarrassment. Have the guts to tell your wife to blame you more than your mistress. It might even be a sweet way of winning her trust back. Let’s man up abeg.