I knew the Lockdown was going to happen even before it did.
I remember laughing at the comments of my colleagues who held on the Hope that we had just one case. The same hope every Nigerian has while re-voting in a government that has continued to fail them. But what was the possibility that more people wouldn’t get infected in Nigeria when the numbers of cases kept rising in other countries and the Nigerian border was left open till the last minute? I asked each time someone mentioned that word “Hope”. Continue reading “RUMINATING OVER THE COVID-19 LOCKDOWN IN NIGERIA”→
The 2019 General elections will be the first time I got a chance to finally exercise my right to vote.
I remember being in school during the previous election and promising myself to be present at all cost at this year’s election, and here we are.
Thinking back, I wonder why I was so intrigued by the idea of voting at the time. You’d have thought it was some lottery, but I guess it was because voting implied that I had finally become an adult. I have also always been the kind of girl that preferred experiencing things on her own as opposed to making her conclusions from other people’s experiences.
Anyways, this is not why we are here.
I woke up the morning of the election feeling very unsure.
Unsure if I wanted to waste my time walking the distance to cast a vote that would probably not count and most importantly, unsure who to even vote for.
Usually to answer the call of nature or say a little prayer before returning to bed.
Between 2/2:30 am.
She would usually wake up, then look out the window she leaves open for ventilation just next to the room door.
Maybe it was because she slept on her right side and the window was her first line of vision, but she always looked at it first. It had become a routine, she wakes up, looks out that window for a while, gets up, unlocks her door, finds her way to the washroom to ease herself and then heads back to bed.
This particular night however, immediately she looked out the window, she caught sight of a movement.
You know, she loved before
At that time she thought it was the most beautiful feeling ever
And it was
Or at least she thought it was.
To have that one person she could share her thoughts with
That one person she could fall back on when things were not going well
That one person she could tell I love you so many times without a care in the world.
Locust beans also known as Iru or Dawa Dawa amongst certain West Africans is a type of seasoning or condiment used in stews or soups.
No one can deny the importance and difference it makes when used in making soups like ‘Efo riro’ and ‘Egusi’. However, while most might disagree, for me, the smell isn’t so great and just a few months back I had a terrible experience with it. Continue reading “The Locust Beans Embarassment”→