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24Apr

Shaken, Not Stirred

I was shaken, not stirred. If I had succumbed to being stirred, I probably would have ended up as an omo eleran (meat seller) or running relay races in traffic to sell bread and cold drinks. Grateful for extraordinary coincidences that took me out of the miry clay.
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28Mar

Religious Tolerance & Dundun Brought Me Back

Boarding houses, lacking in good supervision, in those days was horrible. With good intentions, I was sent there but I could have died. I was lucky to have been taken out of it and luckier to have an understanding family to take me in. All these tiny pieces were helpful in making me who I am today
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17Mar

Idlers Have No Room in Lagelu

My Lagelu Years – Part 1 For my mates from Lagelu Grammar School, the experiences I write here will, in
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10Mar

Alice Olaoti Adufe

A society grows great when old women plant trees in whose shade they know they shall never sit. Alice Olaoti Adufe Bakare was one such lady, whose life is worth celebrating and immortalizing. There are many women like her who died unsung yet their labour of love is being reaped by society today. Without her, I probably would not have become who I am.
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13Oct

The Muda in and around Us

My grandfather’s house stands tall in Oke-Labo, Ibadan, after all it was the house of
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27May

The RED LADA

Red was probably the first colour I fell in love with, because of my father's Lada. And, it held some good fortune for us, shielding us from death at least on two occasions. When the car got repainted white, that was a totally different story. One that makes me ask "What if the Red Colour had nbeen retained?"
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