Memoirs

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
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.
12 mins read
13Oct

The Muda in and around Us

My grandfather’s house stands tall in Oke-Labo, Ibadan, after all it was the house of
5 mins read
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?"
5 mins read
09Jul

Our Light affliction

I stood my ground and refused to pay. I was ushered into the office of the station commandant where I threatened to make a scene if my car was not released pointing out that I was willing and ready to pay any fees as long as same is receipted
9 mins read