#PrayforParis: 3 Sad Human Facts surrounding the November 13 Paris Attacks

First I heard of it was on Saturday morning. ‘Twas the first piece of news I saw everywhere; officially, #PrayforParis was trending. As I found out more about what we were supposed to be praying about, I couldn’t help the initial feeling of despair. I live in a country where Boko Haram terrorist bombings are reported virtually every day, but I still feel that overwhelming sadness every time I hear such reports. Events following newsbreak of the multiple Paris attacks however drove me to make certain observations, and they were downright depressing…

The Many Shades of Sex: What really is Sexual Purity?

He walked towards her slowly; slowly as though in a trance. Everyone else around her faded, and as she got lost in his seductive eyes, every object around faded into oblivion as well. The Chocolate god stepped forward, his deliciously brown skin stretched firmly across his muscles. She ran the full length of his body with her eyes; worshipping the existence of him, this fine specimen of a man! 

He was all glisten and sparkle, and as he sauntered towards her, he did to her insides very dangerous things. It felt like she was about to explode. She licked her lips as she took it all in- His taut muscles, the inviting rock-hard nipples, the belly that looked like it belonged on a super-human creature, firm & sweet to the eye! All the way below, down, down, down to that…..

Lagos Traffic, Hustle, etc; Some of You May want to Chew me Up for This.

Some words you hear and they just slip out of your recollection. Others you hear and they become a ‘jam’ stuck on replay. I’ve had quite a few jams so far, but one which has been most resounding for about 2 weeks now is the statement made by a bus conductor. 

As talkatively annoying as the man was, I couldn’t help but mull over those few words. On that day, we had been stuck in traffic for over an hour on the Island. All the while, this conductor kept throwing in one joke after another. Most of the time, us passengers just hissed; the combination of hot weather and crazy traffic was not conducive for mirth or humor at all. 

So when he said “All of you for inside this Lagos, make una no born pikin o!”, there were a few more hisses. He still continued: 

Who knew I would one day be called Cougar! *wink*

When Korede Bello first hooked us (it's not just me, yea?) with his irresistible voice and wink, I knew him only as the new kid on the block. By far, I ain't no fanatic of music or any art generally, but Korede got me. I av a LOT of fleeting crushes! Virtually every new kid on the block who gets me with his song becomes my newest crush, until they prove to be only a one-hit wonder. That's it. I move on to the next crush who can manage to impress me with good music.

The Abnormal Normality; A Case for Unity in Diversity

I saw something again.

Walking from Anthony bus stop to work has become- to some extent- routine. So when I see something or someone who spices it up, I classify that as news (you don’t have to agree). Walking towards the pedestrian bridge, I saw this dude on the bridge, biking. It was the first time I’d come across such a sight (I can just hear some of you going “Seriously! Are you a JJC in Lagos?” I agree, I’m not the most exposed person you’ve ever met) so I couldn’t help looking. A few people on the bridge stopped to glance. Me? I looked o! Well, not in an obvious “oh-my-gosh” way; I took in all the details in that ingenious manner us ladies check out a fine ‘bobo’ for the first time.

The Little Drops: Tips on Battling Low-Self Esteem

It’s funny, no, amazing how little drops of water make a mighty ocean. When experts make a lot of noise about low self-esteem; when people assess the enormous damage that low self-esteem has been responsible for, I can’t help but think “How far along has that been?”

You see, self-esteem is actually never part of a person’s makeup at birth (at least that’s what I think). We pick it up along the way, most times unconsciously though. “Little” words, actions, experiences could send the signal “you’re not enough” to a person’s mind.

I’ll like to share something I came across here. It mirrored my situation and helped me put things in better perspective:

A lil Something Straight From My Heart

Source: samuelojo.com

The man who said “Change is the only constant thing in life , couldn’t have captured the truth more aptly!

I look back at the little-more-than two decades I’ve spent on earth and I think to myself “change is indeed constant”. I think of all the phases I’ve been through- the first 9 years of childhood innocence and bliss, before that life was tainted by ugliness in the home; the violence, the fear…