I have no properties to bequeath thee

I have two wonderful children that have helped me discover myself, undiscover myself and rediscover myself, over the years. Daniel who happens to be the most curious individual I have ever come across will certainly push you to learn more with his endless questions. I am subtly beginning to communicate to him that he can also be the answer provider with my recent replacement of all football related news sourced from google with news directly gotten from him. Purity is the studious type that will first consult the dictionary and afterwards, ensure you do not take a breather till you fill her in with all the right responses she seeks.

We recently commenced a school hunt journey and I am super impressed at the resource they have both provided in the course of the hunt. We have seen some scary tuition fees and we have equally seen some that have brought out the business manager in me wondering how they manage to break even. In a recent school hunt trip, we got talking and the conversation slowly trickled down to Leo Tolstoy’s “How Much Land Does a Man Need?” After a series of debate, interruptions and well considered silence, we all came to the agreement that “Six feet from his head to his heels was all he needed.”

With that cue, I then delved into a talk session that I have always had in my bucket list which sought to communicate to them that I have no properties to bequeath anyone in the future. Now, this will sound a bit weird but it is true. I have always been pragmatic and practical when it came to acquisitions. I would rather rent a studio flat in the City Centre than travel to the suburbs to rent a massive duplex even at the same cost. It is a good thing to have the joy that comes with spaciousness but it is a better thing to enjoy a traffic-free commute. It is a good thing to be able to afford the extra diesel needed to power your generator but it is a better thing to enjoy a sound sleep without the irritating noise that comes with the power generator.


Suffice to say that I ensured every component of my thoughts got passed across and I can officially state that it has been ticked as done and dusted in my bucket list. As we speak, Daniel and Purity have been cloaked with the consciousness that the plan is to give them the best education ever that will prepare them to purchase their own properties when the time comes. There is no plan to amass all that for them at the expense of a quality education plan. This knowledge I believe will further improve how they currently embrace the need to work hard and get results.


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Emoji(s) and their Nigerian meaning

‪‪I love the Nigerian Pidgin expression. It brings life to a conversation in a way that the Queen’s English cannot fathom. It adds the much needed spark that can fully express the intent of the speaker thereby ensuring that the listener is not at sea with the interpretation.

Even a simple emoji is not left behind when the pidgin English is at work. It is my pleasure to share a few that I constructed and I will be happy to update this as my creativity updates. Please enjoy.

‪👍🏼 Na you dey reign.‬

‪😍 I love you pass my Mama.‬

‪😳 Which kain wahala be this?‬

‪😕 Your father.‬

‪👌🏼 Na you biko.‬

‪👊🏼 Chop knuckle.‬

‪🙌🏻 Boys are loyal.‬

‪😎 I just dey observe.‬

‪🚶🏾 I just dey waka pass.‬

‪🤔 Make I think first.‬

‪👏🏾 You too much.‬

‪🤑 You too like money.‬

‪Oya add your own.‬

Updates: I got a few crowdsourced entries and they are as exciting and as stylish as ever. Here we go:

😂 I don laugh die. (Courtesy of Aishat Onusi)


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Let us talk about sex with our children

Open conversations in safe spaces provide a learning opportunity for both the talker and listener. I have always known and advocated same. I have an almost teenage son who is as curious as the word can be. In a culture where sex education is quite alien, I chose to teach.We have started having conversations around sexual activity, birth control, consensual sex, age of consent, safe sex and sexual abstinence.

In an age of information overload, it is in your interest to teach your teenager the right stuff about sex education. You can’t ignore this. I was sharing these thoughts with some mothers and I felt discomfort in the room as the age-long refusal to voice out such thoughts persist.

We have to intentionally and deliberately make the decision to teach our teenage children and not pretend that sexual abstinence prevails. We should teach these things even in worship places. It is a good thing to chant the bed undefiled verse but we have to face the reality.

In 2012, while discussing with few mothers in Mississippi, we came to an agreement that the best sex education teacher is likely the mother. While I have started this conversation in my home with my teenager, I will intentionally seek opportunities to encourage mothers to do same.

In a hugely unrelated news, I have unsuccessfully tried to wrap my head around why parents allow their kids to stand inside moving vehicles.


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Vacancy: Fly, learn and earn with the See Me See Nigeria team

I have known Perez Tigidam for several years and one word springs up anytime I think of him. That word is excellence and at this point I am already shopping for a new word coinage that can effectively represent an extra layer of excellence. The person of Perez Tigidam is beyond description. He is a walking design laboratory. He totally gets it and he provides leadership for the See Me See Nigeria team.


If you wish to learn from his wealth experience and the combined knowledge of the brilliant minds that have pushed See Me See Nigeria to global relevance, you should get in here and ensure to glean as much as you can. This is an opportunity to fly, learn and earn with the See Me See Nigeria team as a media intern. You don’t want to miss this. Trust me if you wish.‬


If you are interested in culture, life, people, travel journalism, histor, art and pretty much every exciting thing, grab this moment and explore it deeply. This announcement is my gift to you as we get set to wrap up the year on a high.


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Evolving personal brand, what is the catch?

Evolving of a personal brand is often as a result of either confusion or confirmation of your purpose and raison d’être. I recently re-described my self with a new vision of sharing bite sized news around energy markets on social media. Coincidentally, I noticed that an online acquaintance of mine had asked what I consider to be truly pertinent questions, almost at the same time. She asked, “how have you described your self in the last three or two years. Consistently the same or becoming different?” I read this and dwelled on it for sometime as I realized that the questions showcase the very essence of evolution.

In evolving a personal style which leads to a personal brand, you have to always remember the first rule of thumb. This is not a universal rule by any means but it somewhat gives you the confidence to go in the path of your purpose. The rule is simple; you owe no one an explanation for your evolution. You are allowed that space of confusion and confirmation. The former only leads you to learning what your personal brand is not notwithstanding how long you stay in that state of confusion. The latter gives you the peace that comes with confirmation and I must also remind you that the future can cause an evolution of your confirmation.

Confusion is the first mile in the cross country race to serenity. It is that space that allows your creativity to become unmasked. It is that space that soaks up your rough edges and brings out a refined aspect of you that no form of clarity can unveil. Do not despise this space as there can not be any lasting confirmation without confusion.


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I still cry but not without my joy


I still have my ears to the ground but I wear better jewelry now.
I still have my sleeves rolled up but I wear bespoke shirts now.

I still cry at night but I do so under a comfortable duvet with the air conditioner soaking up my sweat and a cup of water to refresh me.

I still go broke once in a while but I have that joy that assures me that ‘brokeness’ never killed a woman that can ask for food.


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I know what you did and I am thoroughly shocked (A short story)

Glancing through the pages of the magazine, I suddenly paused and stared endless at the image bouncing out of the ink outlay. I knew that face and I am certain I can recall a few stuff that happened that night.

A night so far flung in my memory that the details are becoming blurry but have stayed the taste of time, endless and unwilling to vanish. That night, I was willing to go the whole nine yards. I was angry at life and I was angry at how the goody goody two shoes lifestyle had yielded nothing but pain to me. A night so amazing that to my eternal shame, I wish I can go crazy all over again and re-experience it.

He had walked over to my table and I stared hopelessly into his arms. It was there. Right there. Nestling casually as he walked with it whilst uncaring about the effect it was having on me. I was excited at the possibilities. I knew I had to ask him to let go and bestow it on me. I have loved it as a child and I have continued even in my adulthood.

I was tongue tied. I tried to speak but the words stuck underneath my throat. Then it happened. There was a loud bang and there it stood in all its glory atop my table. I reached out and caressed it. It felt so good. I opened it and gently led it to my lips and I sucked out the goodness. Oh refreshing taste of ribena.


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