Growing up, I had a sweet bitter relationship with molues. We were living in Mile 12 while schooling in Somolu. I was introduced to the world of tracks at about 5,6 years aka you run after bus. You had to get to the Mile 12 bus stop at a particular time. If you don't, you'd … Continue reading Molue: The pre-danfo and BRT era.
I've had a fever all day and as I lay in bed wondering how long it would take water to boil on my skin, I remembered an incident that happened when I was a kid. We had a hospital in our compound there were always constant visits there. Whenever I had a fever, I noticed … Continue reading Disappearing Act
Growing up was a whole lot of fun. We lived in a large compound that housed six families with an average of two children per flat. There was never a dull moment...well, except for when our parents forcefully kept us inside. We would Invent various kind of games during the day and converge for meetings … Continue reading ON: Witch Hunting
I happen to be one of those who experienced early maturity. I mean developing breasts when my mates were still running around topless. I had my first bra when I was 10. I remember clearly that sunny afternoon, I was outside the compound with my dad when this woman with all sorts on a tray … Continue reading ON: Dad embarrassing his little girl.
Growing up, my dad was really strict with us. He didn't allow us watch TV except he put it on and we only watched what he wanted us to watch. Then we bought our first DVD player. This also was supposed to be a no go area. DVDs then usually came with a game CD … Continue reading ON: CONTRA-band
It was a beautiful morning. My brother and I ran straight from the bathroom, through the corridor, past our room to the sitting room. I can't remember what the excitement was about that morning but we had our towels tied around our necks like super heros. Then we started running around the sitting room. Imitating … Continue reading On: How I got my superman scar.
I was a very lucky kid. I always had a cake for my birthday. Every year, my birthday would fall during the easter period. My mum was still a caterer then and she got plenty of orders for easter cakes. Mine was naturally inclusive. So, on this particular birthday eve I was too excited to … Continue reading ON: How I poisoned myself at 8.