Have you ever been on a high? I mean like one freaky period where EVERYTHING you do just seems to work out...
However, it’s become quite common these days to have a girl whose best friend is a guy –and no I don’t mean those sorry guys that got friend zoned...
Hey guys, sorry I’ve been off the grid (well here anyway). I took an unannounced sabbatical. I’m sorry 😭😥. I’ll be done soon and you can bet you’ll have some great content coming.
So I’ve been following up on TPM for about a month and these guys are it. If you could have a group interested in Nigeria’s unity and growth, they’d be it. Please enjoy this one. Check out their website at theperspectivemovementng.org
Unity, peace and progress.
How do you believe in this, when those who coined it did not execute it?
When those who execute in it do not understand it?
When those who understand it do not believe in it?
We are an endless chain, held together by the bonds of a constitution. And our ethnicities hate each other, but we love each other. We feel torn between generations of hate and a new dawn of love, with little more than empty words in an ambitious legal document to guide us to the answer.
Today, I choose to love, and to make my ethnicity love others.
And I am stunned to see the outcome.
The orange light bounces off the silver on a Tiv woman’s fabric, as she vibrantly dances on her toes, the notes from the instruments blissfully gliding down her back. She owns the Igbo tune. A Yoruba woman…
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I've had a myriad of experiences on these yellow buses. My latest would have to be from last Friday...See the look on my face after my first shock, I saw the silencer of the bus in the bus!
I had a few minutes to kill before I had to go.
“Have you guys seen Joshua?” I asked the three boys sitting under the Queen of The Forest tree...
Did I expect an apology? After all, this was a bus in Lagos. Everyone suddenly had something else occupying their attention; they seemed to look everywhere else but my direction. Only the woman beside me offered any comfort in her low whispered, “Some people can’t apologise”...
I look on the state of Nigeria and her place in Africa, indeed in the hearts of the black race and I am tempted to look for a similar savior. But… It.is.just.not.possible.
Remember the promise I made on fb last year to improve more on the site? Well, I keep my word and while this is just a facet of the other things I wish to do, I hope you enjoy this one.
After the first five minutes of the usual call to thank God for the happenings of the past week the pastor burst into another round of praises that wasn’t in line with my registered norm of Sunday services.
It’s Monday morning. My alarm goes off at 6:15 to wake me for the new day. I ignore it...