w3ird, writer, woman
"How can you put pad and bread in the same nylon bag?" I looked from the pack of sanitary pads in my hand to my immediate younger bro's face and asked, "Can't you see it is unused?" He shrugged and said, "But it's pad." I merely smirked and proceeded to swipe the pack of sanitary... Continue Reading →
Here's President Buhari not-so-shocking statement on Nigerian youths at the Commonwealth Conference at London. “More than 60 percent of the population is below 30, a lot of them haven’t been to school and they are claiming that Nigeria is an oil producing country, therefore, they should sit and do nothing, and get housing, healthcare, education... Continue Reading →
Sometimes my thoughts weaves an intricate picture. I imagine myself seated at a park or bank of a placid lake. I don't seat alone; he's with me. I see me, much smaller, leaning on His shoulder and we're talking. I appear to be about five or six years, looking very much like his child, at... Continue Reading →
I like the sound of happiness Of merry-making and gladness If joy was bottled up for sale There's no mountain I wouldn't scale I'll get a million or much more To bathe all who live in sadness core If ecstasy was banned for life Like a criminal it'll be my knife In hiding I'll search... Continue Reading →
When I was undergoing a certain training, I tapped in on a conversation that made my blood turn cold. On that day, I was seated at the front row while I overheard the interaction between a certain elderly Muslim man and some teenagers (the teenagers were of both religions.) This man was telling these guys... Continue Reading →
