Duna, Ice-cream, and Love Languages
It was a casual WhatsApp conversation that afternoon. I had simply replied to her status and an entire conversation on communications in marriage had ensued. Before we knew it, questions and arguments had started. (Arguments are not bad). And I, who wouldn’t let a good…
How To Completely Reset Iphone To Factory Settings
There are two different approaches to sharing them with multiple computers over a wireless network. One option is to connect your printer directly to the USB port on a print-server-equipped wireless router, if the router is conveniently located. Most of the time when the server…
Something Happened inside Danfo
Drama happened inside Danfo,1 yesterday. As we waited for the bus to fill up, one of the last two passengers got in and mentioned where she would want to alight, and the agbèrò2 told her to hop in. If you’ve ever lived in Lagos, you’ll…
OF PROPOSALS AND DECEPTIVE ‘WILL-YOU-MARRY-MEs’
Dear FutureBae, Do you remember that day, two years ago, when we just started this our ‘love something’, and you asked me “where are we going with this?” and I was like “Mowe Ibafo”, thinking pe you meant the Guitar I was taking to rehearsal…
Your Face
#LIttleLines – 07 It was your face for me The beauty like a royal emblem Sitting pretty on that oval frame Dark and shinning, no shades of inconsistency From the first day I placed it And the few times after It became a part of…
Memories: Father’s Day
An excerpt from an unpublished Memoir. Father’s Day reminds me of a very spiritual man, one who would give anything to keep his children fortified, safe, and well, and maybe, many times, go to unprecedented lengths. It’s often hard to relate when people talk about…
Your Voice
Little Lines – 06 It was your voice for me In its many expressions That silky, sultry, and subtle Alto Yet, firm and inspiring First, in the occasional tones And then, in its regular occurrence A daily dose of bliss, a special effect Like water…
Change and Our Vulnerabilities
Perhaps, the sign that we are not going to change is that deep emotional sensation we feel, just after we’ve done it, that makes us so sure we are not going to do it again. “Walahi, I’ll never do it again.”, we say. By that…
His Handmaiden: A lovely Sunday Morning
It’s a lovely Sunday morning. You should be in church, physically, but COVID-19 lockdown has had a long toll on you, and you haven’t made up to two appearances since church resumed physical service. To make matters worse, church streaming isn’t clear this morning, so…
She Broke up with me and I said “Let Us Pray”
I remember this incident as clearly as dawn. It was a cool evening that day on the campus of Obafemi Awolowo University. A week before this, I had asked her to let us meet, as a final effort to resolve whatever was causing the over…
