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How 2016 Was A Good Year Around Here

Hi Fam! Happy new year! I have missed being here and missed you all. I hope you all had an awesome holiday. Some of you are still flexing somewhere and I envy you. Bring back chin-chin for us oo. So erm…first of all, my Christmas was half-lit, half messed up. On the 28th, I got up and couldn’t move. My waist was on fire and I have been bedridden until then. Even as I type this, I still can’t sit up for more than five minutes or so. Awful pain. If you are passing by my house when my husband is trying to get me to stand straight, you’d think he’s beating me. Yes, the pain is so bad I cry like a baby. But hey, forget all that. God has healed me and I can’t shout. I am fine. Let’s talk about 2016. For almost everyone in Nigeria, it was…

The Darker Berry #8

“I know I told you I can handle this but I honestly don’t think I can.” “It’s not something you can’t handle.” “It’s murder. Murder is not something I want to handle.” “What changed?” She looked at him long and hard, her face expressionless. “Umi?” “Yeah?” “What changed?” This time, she looked away from him, her eyes on the speaker playing a Jay Z song. How could she tell him what she had found out without seeming like a meddler? How was she still to hold on to her pride without seeming stupid? Her hands reached for her black bag with the gold strap. She was going to leave before he got the words out of her mouth. He was in her way before she could reach the door of his Study. Femi had brought her in there some minutes before because she had told him after they had sex…

Band Aid Returns For Christmas – Join Jide Kosoko, Gideon Okeke, Emmaohmygod, Guitarist Femi Leye For Amazingly Fun Time

It would be a really magical Christmas as Band Aid returns to the Theatre this Christmas with Prince Jide Kosoko, Gideon Okeke, EmmaOhMyGod and Saxophonist Phebean Oluwadare. Band Aid is a reflective and exhilarating musical drama fused with humour and the amazing songs you love. The play tells the story of three Band mates – Femi (Patrick Diabuah), Flex (Eritosin Gregory) and Tony (Femi Leye) who though passionate about music have become jaded because of their inability to make a break-out hit. They meet and fall in love with Ivie (Goodness Emmanuel) who is also a music enthusiast. They think she can help them conquer their fears and become successful. They think she has come to save them from themselves but she takes them on as a project to fill a void in her life. Find out what happens when demons from the past she is trying to escape from…

Help A Friend This Christmas

In 1998, I almost killed myself. I was just fifteen and already, depression had taken over my life. I can’t even remember how I got there. But I remembered that evening. I got home from school, found a bunch of pills where my mom kept some, and just swallowed them all. There were up to twenty or more pills, so it took batches. When I was done, I went to sleep, hoping to be dead soon. But I woke up hours later, alive and still breathing. I have suffered from depression all my life. When I was pregnant with my son, it was the most difficult part of my adult existence. Apart from being physically ill throughout the pregnancy, my mind was also in a dark place. If it wasn’t for the baby I was carrying, I didn’t know what I would have done to myself. I would tell myself…

It’s Another Novocaine Saturday #19

Good morning. I just want to announce to you that I’ll be at the Grill and Read Lagos on Sunday to talk about The Fourth Finger. I’ll also do a reading from the book. If you are free and want to come over, you’re very welcome. Details are in the poster below: And now for today’s episode, which is two-in-one. Enjoy! . . . . . “Sir, I’d like to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.” Wura gives Kasiobi a jaded stare. She is on the verge of her fourth episode of tears, having cried in different chapters on her way to the Ditorusins. Family lunch, they call it. But to her it is torture. Forcing herself to watch people laugh and chatter heartily, to pretend to be happy as them, to plaster a constant grin on her face, is worse than how she is already feeling. She desires…

IANS, New Series and Goodbye 2016

The year has come to an end and I’m glad to be here, still writing. It has been an eventful year for me. A tough one for all of us, I guess. Nigeria has never been this depressing but somehow we made it. My heart goes out to those who have lost loved ones this year. Be consoled. May peace find rest in your hearts. So, I just want to thank all of you for riding with me this year. Every single person. For coming here, reading, commenting, sharing, buying my books, checking up on me, praying for me, telling people about my work… I owe you so much. And you know my thanks will not be complete without our famous kiss I will be putting up a couple of IANS episodes to mark off the end of the year here. When the new year commences, we will resume. Other…

The Darker Berry #7

When he got to his house this time, he did not have to go inside the building. Wasiu was standing outside the house, hands stuck in the pockets of his Ankara trousers while he paced the front of the building restlessly. There was weed stuck in his mouth but he was not smoking. Femi knew that mood well and he knew it meant Wasiu had stuff on his mind. As he approached him, his phone vibrating in his pocket, he wondered how the meeting with someone he once called his brother would go this time around. The man looked up and Femi stopped in his heels, watching, waiting for what was to come. Knowing fully well that whatever they ended with this time around would permanently seal their fates. So he stood, watching, irritated by the phone constantly buzzing in his pocket. The breeze that night was warm, thanks to…

It’s Another Novocaine Saturday #18

Read older episodes of It’s Another Novocaine Saturday If someone is passing by either of the windows of my bedroom on any given Saturday morning, just for the sake of passing by either of my windows, they’d get an earful of my wife responding to my ministrations. And when I say ministrations, I don’t mean anything spiritual. Everyone knows that our Saturday mornings are sexually sacred to us. If you drop by between the hours of 5am to 10am, you might have to wait until we are done. Ndidi is tired of us already, and would usually turn on loud music while she spends time with Jiney as we get busy. This Saturday, however, things are different. Last night we drove to Abeokuta on a whim, picked some hotel without asking directions, and proceeded to have an awesome getaway. We returned early this morning, much to Honey’s annoyance. Left to her,…

Welcome Back!

Happy New Month, fam! I can’t believe it’s the end of the year already. This has been quite some ride. At times, bumpy, but God has been to us. So, the past couple of days have been awful for me on this blog. The new theme I got which was given to me by someone for free but which I had to pay someone else to tweak certain parts, messed up my site. Yes, I can see some of you smiling. Those of you that didn’t like the change in the first place. And to think my dear friend, Steve (a web developer), offered to help me with it at no cost but I declined because I didn’t want to take advantage of his kindness. Anyways, the site went berserk on Thursday, showing a 500 Internal Server Error at the backend that now spread to the frontend. At some point,…

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