Two days later...... (Rume is in the kitchen with her mother, doing the dishes. She is not happy that she still gets to do the dishes. She is complaining to her mother.) Rume: Mummy, this is not fair at all. It's not!  Aghogho: (smiling) Well, life is not fair, my dear.  Rume: I know you … Continue reading Coro Wahala (15) →

(Everyone in the house woke up to the fight of Mama Segun and her husband.)Mama Segun: Tọba, mo ni were ni ẹ. Kilo fẹ se? (Tọba, I said you're a mad man. What do you want to do?) Shebi it's beat you know how to beat, beat me naaa. Beat me! I will keep telling … Continue reading Coro Wahala (14) →

(It's Sunday morning and everyone is running around, getting ready for church. Footsteps are heard from every part of the house. In the spare room given to them, Obaro and his wife, Ese, are in an argument.)Ese: (Seated at the edge of the bed) So, we're going back to Warri? Is that what he said? Obaro: … Continue reading Coro Wahala (13) →

So, it was a Sunday. And for only God knows the reason, my dad was carrying me. (Okay, I know the reason; baby me just loved dad carrying her. Mum said there was a time I didn't sleep until I was on my dad's chest. Talk about sleeping with class! 😂) Back to the gist, … Continue reading #MyParentsSaid2 →

Growing up as a child was very interesting. At least, my parents said so and I believe them. When I was still a baby, they said I loved to dance, especially to a particular song. If you grew up in Nigeria, Warri in particular, you should know the song too: "Satan don fall for gutter  … Continue reading #MyParentsSaid1 →