Life with Las B...

You are in your third year in the University. At 21, you are only getting to accepting being enlightened and questioning the demands and expectations of culture. You have only begun challenging the norms, stereotypes among others. Today is one of the days allotted for the cultural celebration in your village. It is expected that every woman, especially unmarried ones steer clear of the masquerade to which this day is dedicated to. The consequences varies from merely admonition, or downright thrashing of deviants. "This restriction is not for me," you think. "This is the opportunity for me to expose all of these unprogressive cultural practices. I have to do this, for the future generation not to be caught up with these" In addition to the above is that you are aware that those behind the masks were mere men, mundane mortals whose level of intellectual comprehension is at same level with plebians. You swear that you will not keep silent in the face of opp

This would be your first appearance at the club. An organisation your friend, Kosi swore was for the elites. She said that it was a kind of fraternity and sorority organisation, "Brotherhood and Sisterhood", she called it. You were skeptic, "Which one is fraternity abi Sorority again? In Nigeria ke?" These names were out of place in Nigeria, but she insisted, "Them get plenty guys ooo, rich ones sef. Better people through and through." That seemed to move you. At the point you were in your life, you needed that kind of association, with people of the upper echelon of the society. You asked of the intent of the association, and she replied that it's a circle of the rich, to network and mingle among themselves. She had become a member by proxy on the virtue of being married to a member, so it's wise to say, that she had become a member by association. Your first appearance was the dinner night of the inauguration of a member into the Nati

"These shoes are not where it should be", you lament as a start for the day. Your daughter was supposed to keep them in the racks properly, she never does. You are exhausted with the reprimands, she never registers this in her mind. "Chidiebube, will you come here!" The murmuring of a deviant kid and shuffling of feet pads to your presence. "What's with this? How many times will I remind you that these shoes shouldn't be scattered?" You keep ranting, moving towards her while gesticulating with your hands. She takes a step back and another till she is backed to the wall. She face is buried with her hands because she knows what awaits her. You are angry, 'How dare she seem so unconcerned about your warnings?' You have to teach her a lesson. "Remove that nonsense from your face. Come on, look at me" She heeds your voice, pull out her hands and stares right back at you. You gasp and now, it is your turn to take a step back

I got 'it' as a gift from an acquaintance. She was the hurdle in my workplace. I was lucky enough to be interning in the same department where she was the lead manager. I admired her but my ambition was more than the admiration. I wanted a spot in the company and I wanted it badly. It was 3 months into my internship. My ebullient self was then gaining popularity. Thus, I was hopeful, certain even that I would be retained after my 6 months internship was done. I had completed my NYSC and I figured that I should do the internship instead of doing nothing at home. I loved the office environment, it was busy, hectic, serious and I loved the pressure that came with meeting deadlines. That acquaintance, no, at this time, she was only a role model. It was her approval and recommendation that I needed to be retained at the end of the internship. I had become the darling of almost everyone except her, and I was desperate to have her stamp of approval. She was not giving me the time of t

The Vice Chancellor of a University expelled a student citing some irrelevant reasons. The excuses he gave to the Journalists threw me off balance.  He said that people thought of the University as a breeding place for prostitutes and that the act of Blow Job is abnormal. He further said that the action towards the girl is Discipline, and it is supposed to be therapeutic. Discipline! Really? A tape which was made in privacy was leaked and the reason given for the expulsion of the student is Discipline? Is this some sort of joke? For the life of me, Nigerians have sex all the time. Infact, there is a possibility that the kids of said VC are getting on with it and he cites discipline. Another is that the Stakeholders commended her expulsion. Suddenly, Nigerians are all about purity. How many of the Stakeholders stayed chaste until marriage? How many can swear that they never engaged in Pre-marital sex? Now, they have become champions of morality and purity. VC went on to say that the act

First off, I've been both a plagiarist and a victim. When I graduated from Secondary school, I was a fresh fish on Facebook: accepting friends requests upandan fro. People that I don't know and would probably never know. I was bored, Ignorant (damn You) and of course, was bound to fall prey to all of these them Broadcast messages, "If you don't forward, you'll die or your family will die". I was rebroadcasting till it escalated to just forwarding posts that I found in groups that I belonged to. Most times, it was stories to keep my class group chat busy. Sometimes, I wrote "Copied". One day, a Facebooker was complaining about Plagiarism and I asked my sister a stupid question, "Why is she angry though, the person is just helping to spread the message naa" Then, I didn't know what Plagiarism is, I've never heard the word. I didn't even know that it was a crime and when my sister pointed that out to me, I was scared. Someone might