Memoirs

01Apr

An experience with the Police

A lost phone brings tremendous inconveniences. Getting the police involved adds more to the cost and with really no value added, it is apparent why many Nigerians don't report issues to the police. Visiting the police station is costly and hardly provides any solution
8 mins read
30Dec

Had I flinched, when I should have scurried…

I narrowly escaped being killed, in the hands of the same uniformed men that had killed Dele Udoh 4 years earlier. With death, there usually is no premonition and I had none on this fateful day. I was walking on the pedestrian walkway by the side of the big car park opposite the CBN but adjacent to Cocoa House.
9 mins read
10Dec

APATA GANGA

I arrive Apata Ganga out of rebellion, a rebellion against a career path that would have seen me become a teacher. My father was a teacher and so is my mum. My half-brother is a teacher and my Uncle as well. I am totally convinced that the Bakare’s have paid their dues to teaching and I feel a need to fashion a different path, one that I have no clue on where to start. Accountancy it is going to be but how do I become one?
6 mins read
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.
13 mins read
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
9 mins read