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The First Heartbreak

I saw him again through the window. He was walking past my house with his head slightly bowed as usual and looking so cute in his jersey. *sigh* I wish I could just have gone to him and hugged his pain away but there was nothing I could do. I watched him every day waiting for the perfect moment but before I get ahead of myself, let’s go back to the beginning.

Heart Breaker

His name – Ife, meaning love. He was ‘my Ife’. I met him at the supermarket. I had an accident and he was nice to me. Nobody was ever nice to me. You see I’m that kid in class that everyone loves to hate – the teacher’s pet. Maybe if I was a little – scratch that – a lot skinnier, I would have had the guys’ attention but I had to weigh 70kg at 14 years old. Back at home, my sister who I looked up to was the perfect child – Straight A’s (I guess it runs in the family), the perfect boyfriend and the perfect figure so she couldn’t be caught dead with me. My father kept on telling me how fat I was and that I won’t fetch him any money in bride price. My mum hated me. I was everything she wasn’t – in a bad way. She was prom queen, most popular and one of the hottest girls of her time – still is – and so she hid me from everyone and displayed my sister as a work of art. That was how I grew up.

Now back to Ife. The next time I heard anything about him was two months later. My dad came in from a burial and the program had my Ife on it. His dad died a short while after we met. My heart broke for him but there was nothing I could do. As a result of the excess time I usually had to myself I had taken to reading a lot of novels. A typical day had me reading about 3pm but that day because of the pain my Ife must have been feeling, my heart wouldn’t let me concentrate so I took to staring out of the window. That was first day of my stalking.  Ife went for a stroll everyday at about 3.30pm and I was waiting faithfully everyday by the window to watch him.

This Saturday – after 3 long months – I gathered the courage and went out to watch him play football with the guys in the neighborhood.  He walked up  to me and I was overjoyed! We talked about school and then he asked me what post I wanted as a prefect in my school and I said head girl proudly. He laughed and said ‘You sure you don’t want sports prefect?’. I turned and ran away refusing to let him see my tears. I was always the big fat kid to him. My first love, the first heartbreak!



That was just a random short story. I’m writing a post titled ‘Technical Virgin’ next so what are your thoughts on purity vs virginity? Are they the same? Are they different? And how? Please leave your comments. Thanks. Bye guys 🙂

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Oya make yanga

Someone told me that he’s in the university of the streets, school of hard knocks. I know I’ve heard the saying sometime before but at that particular moment it hit me – I have been going through this uni on a particular drug! I admit it – i’m a grace junkie!!!
Moreover, the university of the streets is affiliated with the university of life and my daddy founded the university of life!!! I just need to remember that and walk in that knowledge – whatever I need He gives me. I have that favour from Him!!!
Anyway today isn’t about that, i’m here to introduce to you Yangamall!!! Oya time to make Yanga! If you haven’t heard you’re seriously dulling!!! Its an online shopping mall to cater to all your shopping needs and upon launch, there would be a wide selection of carefully selected first-class products including groceries, home essentials, fashion products, Computers, Clothing, Shoes, Books, Healthcare, Baby Products, personal care and much more, at attractive prices and timely promotions.
Yanga Mall 4 days
Its just 4 days to launch! We are counting down oh!!! For now though, follow or like YangaMall on every social media you belong to for updates!!! Just click and you’d be redirected. Don’t worry if you want to click more than one … the links would open in different tabs.
Like the facebook page:
If you are on LinkedIn, you can follow the Company page:
All my Twitter peeps, follow and tell others to follow too!!! Yangamall would follow back 🙂
Pinterest Boards are here:
Yangamall will surely have some of the stuff you see on Pinterest!
For Google Plus  as well, click here:
And I cannot leave without leaving an Instagram ID! Search for @YangaMall
Keep counting down! Remember just 4 days to go! Have a great week ahead guys!!! Till tomorrow #MakeYanga
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Independent Nation, Independent People?

Happy Independence Day Nigeria!
I woke up expecting the usual Naija comments that somehow creep up every year:
‘What are we celebrating?’
‘Independence Day for what?’
‘What have we got to show for it?’
And the like. It got me thinking and I decided that although Nigeria has a lot to be thankful for and she is independent , her people may not really be independent. I mean think about it – in this day and age, we are governed by our minds – we can go only as far as our minds take us. Many Nigerians of today have given up on her or are simply resigned to fate.
Nigeria of today (and I refer to the people because she is her people) needs to be liberated from the prison of her mind. She is a slave to the ‘E go better’, ‘It’s not my fault’ and ‘Everybody’s doing it’ mentalities. The truth of the matter is that there are other schools of thought but most Nigerians generally fall into one or more of these three categories and here’s why I think it’s tricky to walk on those grounds.
E go better
We all want Nigeria to be better and we pray for her all the time but are we doing anything? The problem with this mentality is that we keep doing the same things and expecting different results. We are relying on ‘that’s how things have always been done’. Well, NEWSFLASH! Things have not been working well so far and so things need to change!!! E go better but it starts with you!
It’s not my fault
Yeah, it’s usually the government’s fault but when you think about it – the people in power are yesterday’s ‘crowd’. Take responsibility for cleaning up your street. Take responsibility for not collecting bribe and going through the proper protocol. Take responsibility by waiting for traffic to move instead of taking that one way street shortcut. Te government is certainly not responsible for your actions so take responsibility for yours first and leave the government to face their music.
Everybody’s doing it
This is the oldest line in the book. I remember when we were younger and my mum would say ‘So if everybody is putting their hand in fire, would you?’ Well right now, I just might 😉 Lol! But honestly, if you corrected your actions and B corrected his and C corrected hers and we all did the right thing, who’s the ‘everybody’ doing the wrong thing?
Great Nigerians, we need to understand that WE are Nigeria! River Niger and River Benue are not Nigeria, Aso Rock is not Nigeria but we are. We are representatives and ambassadors of our great nation so wherever we go we have an impression to make, a lesson to teach. We have great potential in us and we need to liberate our minds and build ourselves individually and ultimately as a nation.
Look at how Ebola was dealt with and Nigeria has been declared Ebola free in a space of about two months. Great Nigerians, let this day serve as a reminder that we can do much more but there is a lot to be thankful for – we need to appreciate the blessing of our nation, go to God and pray for an intervention for our nation and strive to develop the people of our nation.


Happy Independence Day Nigeria!!!

And signing out in the words of the Chocoholic girl, ‘A toast to Nigeria for a lesser country would not have survived this long! GOD BLESS NIGERIA’