Dony the trump.

Hey, there.

Remember how I said I think a lot about things generally.

Well I am here to upload some of them thoughts.

The thought is what of if Donald trump just has mouth and nothing else.

Yea…durhh I know the U.S has gone to war with different countries and they have been the better for it while the country against them was destroyed.

Yea I know that but you know it was maybe one thing or the other that made Egypt so not as great as before.

And feeling great is one of it.

Take Mr Pharaoh, he had lots of talk.

“I will destroy all your children”, yimu Israelites still found way to give birth like rabbit.

” I will overtask y’all”, Israelites still survived.

“You cannot leave my land!They still left.

Brims and stone, many of Egyptian solders were killed that day.

Imagine, you were an Egyptian then, we all know the terror these people could do.

Egyptian: “durhhh pharaoh is no ordinary pharoah, these Israelites are broken eggs”

He most likely didn’t live to see what he said go through.

Or imagine you were from another country but heard news of the internal disorder.

Stranger: “eiiii, is it not Pharaoh? That crazy lord of Egypt. Israelites are done-for”.

He most likely joined Israelites in the journey of going to the promise land he heard they escaped.

For sure, who will support the Israelites.

This is one reason, I laugh at Nigerians.

Lets look at our own problems and face it!

But No, atojubole and ofofo is our hobby.

See, whether we support the U.S or the Iranians, Nigeria will still be among the top corrupt country, the top poorest country and still “developing country”

Do you know how long they have been saying Nigeria is developing?Long before I was born.

Please….which kind of larva are we?!!!When will we fly but no with our wiggle wiggle.

Instead of us to use our small energy to fly.

We will be wiggle wiggle defending trump or the Iranian country.

Those northerners ehn, alakobas.

lerrus face our problems.

Whatever remains of one country or the other, let’s sha pray we don’t become the next Iraq country.

Seeing as both countries, Iran and the US don’t have the chest to fight each other directly.

Two elephants, one grass patch.

So…let’s discuss.How can we develop our transport system?How can we build up our security and Defence system. In case of anything happening?How can Nigeria get better?😐

Cos sincerely, I don’t want my children to still have to be saying why was I born into this country sef?Instead let’s imagine, won’t it be awesome if there is 24 hours light?Wont it be awesome if we become awesome inventors and recognized for it?Wont it be awesome if we became closer to being one of the richest countries?Wont it be awesome if we are not just called giants of Africa for nothing?

N.B I don’t know if it is just Nigerians or everyone in general. People don’t like been “adviced” into change but they gladly accept being “lightly rebuked” into change.


Friend 1: girl, don’t use book to kill yourself. Money is the koko

Girl: no o, leave me

Upper scenario occurs for a month

Friend 2: shior, you are stupid if you think book will take you anywhere. Idiot.

Two days later after this happens.

Girl: ahhh money is the koko o.

Friend 1:(brows raised) now…you know?

Question for the post:

Why is this? Do we lowkey like being forced to improve?



There are nights I just find myself unable to sleep.
It is not love o, no boy is doing my heart jigbijigbi.
And it is not exams or test that is giving me sleepless nights like this night o.
But these nights, countless nights have been awesome and tiring.

Sometimes it is crazy o, like I actually feel I am going crazy.


Times when i think of one big plan.
Before i entered university, i had a grand plan on how i will open a school and manage it with a farm.
I had all the game plan…cattle session here, rice plantation there, etc.
It always felt like my head was being flooded with visions i can never imagine.
Annoying thing is, i have these plans but dont get to achieve them because
I either dont have enough knowledge, enough money or enough time.
This year must be different.
I move with a goal.
I had these sleepless night in the year 2019.
People of God, those nights will not be a waste.
3rd december, 2020.
We are all yet to see great things.
I included.
I feel it.
Just watchat.
Please if you are in this category, walk in the same spirit.
This year i have a plan
I have a strategy
And i have my goal achieved.
It is ye and amen!

P.S i need to learn spanish o, was having mouth that i know spanish to my friends at barika.
Only to have a strange spanish person chat me up on my facebook blog- evam blogging…and for me to be kaloloing.
My life!!!
Ani, this year se, i wee learn by fire by force.
Yea…my yoruba too will soon be on fleek!

I had to japa!


Have a great week, great month and great year ahead.


2020, opening speech

Shout out to Sir Chinwe!

It been ages.
But I have come not to say Merry Christmas
Nor to talk about a new year.
Instead I am here to rage.
And to rant.
So they say “to be fore-warned is to be fore-harmed”.
So readers, read at your discretion.
Lol, low-key warning o, read am abegi o.

But still be warned.

I am going to be a table shaker.
And the table is called ” all girls are money diggers” seen on boys and some men’s statuses

Like, durhhhhh
Durh to eternity

Yes this table is big.
I see things like this on friends, family, and some “exes” pictures and I feel like blowing up but instead I decide to just look away.
But this is going to be my last word to people with this mindset.
One, everyone.
Young and old.
Female and male.
Human and even animal.
Likes money and its effect.
You don’t see plenty animals gathered in a dry land, they can be found more at gutter or easy source of food.
And low key each individual wants to be known with someone with money. It just the way the world is.
So, puleez stop making it seem like the woman is a devil for doing the same.
You, yourself you like money.
So please let all these “girls like money stop”
Everyone does.
The real problem is just that you don’t have the money, but you want her.

Two, most people that write things like this or think things like this are either broke ass niggas or people with what I call the “poverty mindset”
There was a guy I dated early this year, first love of my life.
I noticed that if I was not careful, I will be the one sponsoring the relationship and his life sef.
Me, broke girl supporting another broke person.
Shey, I am not stupid bayi?
Summary is “I jappa”
Love cannot be stupid and blind at the same time.
Yet this same guy, months later put up this on his status.
I felt disgusted because people like him don’t have the right to do this.
Its just hippocracy.
I have a friend instead, he is not boyant o.
But mehn, he knows how to take care of his babe!
So generous to everyone, whether you are girlfriend or not
You don’t see people like this posting nonsense up and down.
See please this year, it isn’t about having money or the girl loving money.
It should be about changing that “poverty mindeset”

Mind you, you don’t have to be poor to have this mindset.
Even the rich get hungry.
Some so called rich people have this mindset.

Just so y’all know, there are ladies and women who are basically the breadwinner of a relationship but we don’t hear them shouting men like money.

Let all work on the “generosity mindset” where I give you my time, my affection, my money and my every time irrespective of what you give me in return.
I don’t care, instead be happy you gave.
I got this from a friends status.
Ladies, spoil your friends and bf with stuffs. Don’t expect all the love and attention.
Don’t be bad.

Shout out to ladies who grew up with the mind that we are eggs to be carried with so much care and no effort from us.
Please turn from thy evil ways.
Time to hustle!!.
Things are not as easy as before.
Times have changed.
Learn to move with the flow.

Be independent
So that when your knight comes, you will be the princess that is cherished and cherishes her made king.
Not just the slave girl that looks up to the knight always for uplifting.

Finally, guys.
There are three types of girls.
The village girl.
The towns girl.
And the city girl.

If you like a village girl but you cannot take yourself out to one of the malls in any city and spoil yourself without your account crying “hail mary”
You can go ahead and ask her out.

If you like a town girl but you cannot take yourself and a friend out without being bankrupt. You can go ahead and ask your girl out.

If you like a city girl, lol, and you don’t know how to care of yourself and a group of friends.
Oya, please just stay on your lane.
See…this might seem mean and materialistic.
But to avoid stories that touch, just wait until you are able to stand anything!
You don’t start building a house without having money for it.

You will be disappointed at the end!

Why I put all these is that, if you ask a girl out capable yet she leaves, you will be able to proudly have the reputation that it wasn’t because you were not capable of taking care of her. You will be able to say “she doesn’t know what she is missing” truthfully and proudly.

Personally I feel the same should go to girls, if you know this guy asking you out.

You can not do half of what he can do.
Tell him straight up.
I don’t want to just be a liability.

Just my thoughts though

No vex much, if you are on this table.
Just take kiss on your cheeks and smile, ehn

Now I can say happy new year to you!!


Young me.
Gone are the days, gone only to be remembered once upon a time.
When all I knew was playing in the sand with pants hanging down my tiny waist and smiles tearing my small lips apart at my siblings and friends.
Fun was jumping from my room’s wardrobe onto the bed down below with such ectasy, ‘I got turned on’ as I fell down the small height I felt was the highest height on earth with my small mind.
A time when school was just go for attendance affair grudgingly then laugh with the only friend I managed to get, having weird enemies that wrote your name in the noisemaker’s list when you never said a peep,
learnt how to smile and collect teacher’s bags whether you liked them or not,Learning 2×2 like it was a do or die affair and getting promoted to the next class without stress.
When slapping my younger sister’s butt and her chasing me around with her tiny toes that took her just few step behind me wasn’t such a crime at all, laughing at her inability to have revenge. I wasn’t thought to be a ‘Lannister born’.
When all I knew as responsibilities was seeing new things and seeing new things differently alone. Learnt the art of cane dusting since whether I deserved it or not elders around thought been spanked was the only way to teach discipline and respect, a necessity they said.
My small mind knew truth or dare as a “chinko chinko” game where the questions never passed ” who is your crush” and they dared you to lick the wall, that’s all.
When all I wondered was why my heart pounded against my chest when I saw a particular person as they walked or brisked pass me and all I could say was a he… And they didn’t even bother to look my side.

Innocence I thought was me.

Letter to the “far admirers”


Around school arena,

A place in Africa,

15th January.

Headquater of watchers,

“Admirers” from distance,

Anywhere in the world.

Dear Sir/ Madame,

How do you do? Hope you are fine and  existing silently like you normally do just fine. I will really hope to see your face one day. I write to you to make  some situations clear and see if we can make some agreements on how you think whenever you keep checking up my life from  when I was small even till I give birth  to my children. So here goes thus.

When a past event or situation happen, We tend to totally forgot about them, like it never existed. There was a time in some churches that everybody just rocked in plating their hair alone but with time wigs, attachments comma etc came into the picture. We now see the days of natural hair as a mirage and forgotten, never to be heard of again.

With this 10 days challenge going viral, it makes one remember how maybe then you were a long skirt should but now below the knee is the rule or how you were so proud of your nokia c2 but infinix is feeling too old school for you now.
I remember how on one of the free days at smith international baptist academy. We found no better way to use our jobless state than to go into arguments that took us hours about something. Which was Fashion. My own opinion then, I was screaming out loud that sleeveless was so not for me bla bla bla sheep, we talked about make up also like as if the winner will win a million.
+3 years later, the heat in Nigeria helped update my brain system. It was like “I cannot come and Goan fry because of principles that won’t protect me from suffering”
Change moves all around us. It is an unknown oxygen that keeps us alive. We grow, we change. We dress, we change. We think, we change.
This brings me to the thought that for the now I think and I do what I can do right and best. But remember, the time comes when change will come knocking at my door. So as a person and for the people who look at other people( maybe me too) and maybe criticize  for suddenly changing on their words or ideas.
Please, onlookers, expect change from all and sundry. Know that no scientist concluded on his observation or theory in one day, it took years until it became a theory.  Remember that you and I are all humans.

I hope I have convinced you and not confused you.

Yours forever,


The watched girl.


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2019, here you come.
Here you come different like the others,
But same type of entrance,
Just a silent 60 seconds difference,
A 11:59 to 12:00,
2019 here you come.

Throwing away all the tears 2018 caused,
Leaving them as thrash forgotten to rot,
To be recycled as motivation for a new year,
So not to create more thrash like 2018 all over again,
2019 we see you so close.

Times of love and full happiness came,
Though they lasted so short and some seemed to last forever,
When it was simmering and disappearing,
It was stored for the year to come for more,
2019 we welcome you.


Thanks to NEPA, you get to see this before 1 like I said.

So Happy New year people!!

Something short.

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When life is so out of place and stressful,
That giving up even is of no use.
When you are told to live for yourself,
But in actual fact all they want is for themselves alone.
When you know heaven is far better than all this Earth can amount to,
But you just want to make the most of earth you can make use of.
When you know life can never be fair on you because of “one circumstances or the other”
But you know it is cowardly to end your life.
When you finds lots of love and laughter,
But the terror, low mentality and selfishness of others embraces you with sadness that makes the sunshine not pass through it.
When all you can do is live because you just have to live,
And make the best of it,
Unless it would be a waste of life and oxygen.
Just live.




Something to think on before 00:00


Why shai thy shy?

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Have you been in a situation where you are so angry at someone or a situation but you cannot just talk?Ever been in love or had a crush on a boy or a girl you could not say a peep? Ever felt hurt or a loved one died but your mouth is too heavy to ever to talk?

Welcome to the club “thy art shy to talk out loud”
This situations are usually what bring up writing and even the good writers we see all about. Yes, it might seem cowardly but that is our way of expressing our minds so we don’t run mad or go drown themselves in the red sea or something.
No wonder love letters were popular for Romeo and Julietand writing is becoming a big thing nowadays. Everybody is afraid of using their real voice, they are more comfortable behind their pens.

I think this should be a great resolution for a lot of people this coming year, 2019. We should learn to say our mind face to face to the person that needs to hear it. I personally think it will reduce this depression that is going on around in Nigeria especially.
Imagine, if i am a depressed person of rape, I am able to find the rapist and lash out all my anger. I know that I’ll be able to live my life better instead of looking at a knotted rope to permanently silence me since i could not say it before anyways. Or imagine if as a girl or boy I agree to say “I love or like you” and just walk away down the corridor. There’s going to be this fulfillment afore whether I am rejected or not before any sadness or joy comes in knocking. Or someone has annoyed me throughout the year instead of waiting for December, to be writing “I will cut off some people this year” on my status, I’ve already told you to your face to back off and stop being bad energy then I will feel good instead of waiting to see if the person that has been “cut off” knows if he or she has even been cut off or not.
So this year 2019 instead of shouting “we go buy benzzz” why don’t i say go say “I will soooooo say my mind out loud” especially when I need to BUT 😂before the year runs out let me use my writing skills to say my mind out to the few people I can.😄🏃🏃🚶🚶
Let me still be enjoying the club, we leave speaking up for 2019. Cashier lerra. By the way merry Christmas in arrears.

And Happy New year in advance. Will be giving you something to chew on by 1am. So be here😉


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Lola was young and vibrant,
she was all you could want of a human.
She grew up to be a “lady” of a typical nigerian home,
“sweep, wash, clean the louvers” they said.
While her younger brother old enough,
Cross his legs to watch the TV.
All because she was an XX.

Lola finally broke free,
she finally convinced her parents to allow her go to school.
When her younger brother had long smelled JSS3,
and she was supposed to have entered the secondary school far long ago.
But they said “why go? will you use chemistry to cook for the men and your husband?”
Finally she was allowed out of the cage to fly so late,
All because she was an XX.

Lola’s thought of been free was short- lived,
With people’s expectations of her being too high.
Funny thing is, they wanted her best not for her,
They said “know how to prepare this dishes well for him, don’t have a house he would build it for you”
Again she was put in the box,
Even the boys and guys who would surely not be the “one” had nerves to speak.
All because she was an XX.

Lola became a doctor,
the best surgeon at that.
Then the society refused to accept the fact,
they said “you must be a nurse, call the doctor!
She was underestimated, unccepted even after all her hardwork,
she treated them as a doctor,
not minding that they would never believe in an XX

Lola was winked at and hollered,
She was “ripe” for marriage.
She was a damsel, the most beautiful in the vicinity,
They said “beauty,nice! brains, nice! But she has a car, I don’t. No way!”
She was a few months older thanks to late education,
She had crushes on some of them, but intimidation sets on all of them.
Society instilled this feeling all because she was an older and richer XX.

Lola was brave and very happy,
remember she was a Christian, understanding that men pleasers never made it.
She listened only to the word,
Stating the verse “…her desire shall be for her husband, he shall have control over her”
Taking notes that her husband only, she feared no discrimination,
And she found Mr Right,
Who knew that she was to be treated properly, than unjustly just because she was an XX.

Lola and her lover were great and happy,
Society tried to infiltrate into their home using culture and religion.
To them i was competing with my husband, when he himself said he loved how I was being a wife to him.
But since I said no to their saying of “stop Doctoring and be a full housewife”
I was thereby their enemy, too independent, so not wifey.
They should please reduce the noise, because I didn’t marry them.
I married my king and I am his queen.
I want to be treated human first before looked at only as an XX.

Story…story……storyyyyy- 1

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I suddenly hit something fleshy, I began to produce sweat that normally I should not produce. Maybe I was just imagining the sweat or do we sweat? Then I did something normal, I peed…what a shame.
Well, let us go back few days. So that we can all understand how I got to this predicament. People that knew me, knew my smile with me and would like to think I was the happiest individual in the vicinity. Not one person had ever seen a face of mine where I did not have a wide white teeth showing. Therefore, I was given the name “smileys snort. I have lived in this compound for just a year. And if you are reading to hear it has been “ups” and “down”. Sorry to disappoint you, it has just been “downs” alone. It has been the worst.
We do the same thing every single day. For the past one years, I wake up to the wet snout of mamsy waking my siblings and I. Then, we go to the mud house to wallow for like a snort. A whole snort!I have started to believe and accept the fact that I am the only one that is smart enough to know time in this compound of ours – I am proud to say I have found out we have 24 snorts per day. On my really bad days, we are forced to wallow more than a snort, my mind cries. Also,when I say compound,please do not let your imagination go too wild like my fellow pigs who think we stay in a mansion. My smart self figured out our compound is just a bungalow. With compartment, from the sounds I hear daily from other pigs, there should be 6 compartments in “our compound” 3 compartments to the left and 3 to the right.
You should listen when other pigs are talking about the compound, you’ll be shocked. Well, I guess I was born with a wilder mind apart from others. Anyways, after wallowing, beings come give us food. Let me describe this food to you. The food looks no less than the mud we wallow in daily, the only difference is that it is put in a “snorplate”. Then my siblings play the remaining of the days snort in the mud house or sleep while dadsy and mamsy grunt at us from one corner together. I do not join them most time, instead I lean on the gate and think. I guess that is why the picture you see of me up there is the cleanest you can see in my compartment, if not the whole compound. I believe there is more to all of this life I am living.
More to just having a father,mother and piglets wallowing like it is a job or more to knowing just this compound we call a mansion or more to the mud-food we are given daily. So, when I smile at them I smile because I know that the day will come when I’ll be free to roam( not as a mad pig, please), free to see more than what has become a boring film watched over and over, free to smile on the outside and the inside.
“It is Monsnort” I say to my sleeping siblings who snort at my so called knowledge on the names I had come up with for the days we spend. “Monsnort, tuesnort, wedsnort… You should have gotten the hang of it from there. My siblings always turned me to a laughing stock whenever I talked. I was the stupid one they said, this makes me laugh a lot. Between a person who knows he is on a Friday at 3snorts to someone who just lives knowing nothing, who is the stupid one? Making them call me mad too because I laughed alone, dear readers do not join them to believe that. Be reminded, I am totally sane.
Anyways this monsnort is surprisingly different. I was not woken up by mamsy today. Which is super weird, I was woken up by noise of different voices, dragging feet and rufflings. Some smaller beings had finally come visiting again like we were told they did once in a blue moon. We piglet grew up been told of different stories of these small beings visits. The pigs enjoyed the show of some small being showing stupidity of getting too close, almost getting beaten and running like they were being chased. It was usually one of the few fun stories that I heard from mamsy and dadsy. They told us there was a soundtrack that was regular called “”awwwn” they always heard from them. It was the most played track before “ahhhh” track.
Experiencing this for the first time stirred something up in me,excitement. Sure enough I soon heard the regular sound tracks I was told of, I think this time “ahhh” track is more though. I stared at them like they were some celebrity as they walked, talked and the few ran through our gate for like 2 snorts. Watching some of them touch my snout felt so funny, I think I became pinker than normal. I leaned on the gate as usual with so much excitement. Then the weirdest thing happened, the gate moved. I leaned more and was suddenly out of my compartment. I heard a bang at my back. The door, my gate was shut behind me.
“Oh my snorts! I am out” my mind raced. I stayed there for a quarter snort, body numb. Then I heard rushed footsteps getting closer and I panicked. Running blindly as fast as my little legs could take me, snorting the “ahh” track I could snort. I suddenly hit something fleshy . As I struggled to open my eyes, I peed myself thinking I was going to be pork soon. And that is when I met…

Life is about hardship. But hardwork is the bridge. And appreciation.

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