Sunny morning. Walking back from my children’s school. It’s a five-minute walk and that is a blessing, because when you live in Lagos, Nigeria, anything that helps you avoid Lagos traffic deserves thanksgiving to the high heavens. As I am about to cross the road, it dawns on me that…

Welcome to this awesome family of unique beings who control the world with words. Yes, we’ve got the power. Allow me to tell you how lucky you are, because some of us were laughed at and discouraged in our day, when we mentioned our desire to walk the path of…

Cycling in my 30s Learning to ride a bicycle is probably something you should learn in your childhood (well, it kind of looks that way). Somehow, I skipped that part, but I did ride a tricycle, and then I had a Gokart, and an airplane with four wheels. So, you…

How many times have you made a decision based on someone else’s experience or opinion about something? And this is not about being able to think independently. There are times in life that call for a leaning on someone else’s understanding. Browsing a bunch of products online or even standing…

Written by: Syreeta E. Akinyede In the midst of the quiet early morning buzz as Surulere comes to life, I hear her voice, loud — but not annoyingly loud — and distinct. It is a voice you cannot ignore. For the first few mornings, I can’t make out what she…

What we need to tell our children I was asked to present prizes to some of the students at the speech and prize-giving day of my daughter’s school. My daughter wasn’t a recipient, but I considered it an honour to be a presenter. And no, I wasn’t going to pull…

A lesson in mastery When I got the golden chance to work at True Love West Africa magazine as the staff writer, I jumped on it. Up on till then, I had been contributing articles as a freelance writer. My role as the staff writer required doing interviews and writing…

They are everywhere. A lot of times, we know their names before we even know what they look like. Sometimes, we may never even see them. They sit on thrones of chrome and fine leather, sometimes just an ordinary sofa. For some, the bare floor, and at other times they…

Oti lay on the surgeon’s operating table. He hoped it would be a successful operation this time. He didn’t want to do the surgery, but this was his last resort. His life flashed before his eyes as he lay there thinking. The years had taken a toll on him, and…