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 I’m writing this article based on a true-life story. Down the street, I’ve been noticing this woman, she doesn’t really relate to anyone and she lives in a very ratchet building. Not too ratchet but you will know she’s not living right and yes she has a child (3 years old) so this happened to her 3 years ago. “ My name is Omotolani Akanbi, I am 34 years old and I am a single mother. I met my husband when I was living in Lagos, agege to be precise. I was living with my not-so-rich parents but we were living right. My husband is a conductor, but he was good to me and my family. He will come home every night to spend time with us and we will all laugh and eat on the balcony enjoying the breeze and once it’s past 11, he will leave for his house or wherever he wants to go. First of all, I wasn’t really desperate for money, I just want to continue living a very good life regardless, see my parents smile, and share each of my good and bad moments with someone. I didn’t go to a higher institu

I don’t know why I can’t insert music in this article to at least wake me up a little bit, I feel like I’m dry (no, not that type of dry. LOL)—well I’m just joking. Today, I’ll be waking you up a little bit, consider this article as a wake-up post. Let’s set each other straight, face the reality and continue to live with it. You will not find this pleasing but I’m sorry I can’t lie to you. Let’s start with the standards we set for ourselves: there's nothing wrong with setting standards. I have things that I wish can go this way for me, I dream about it every day and it's something I'm hoping will happen to me but what if it doesn't happen?  What about the standard-setter; here's a very clear example. If you’re from a poor background or a middle class in this county, I’m very sure you understand the struggle behind it. How it’s extremely inconvenient to live or maybe not to live but to get some basic things such as education. You know how much your parents are pourin

 “My bf is not here in Nigeria we haven’t met before, each time we are on video call, he always request to talk to my younger sister and they will talk for about 30 minutes.  We had an issue and he blocked me, could you believe he called my sister while I was beside her and they talked for like an hour, twice like that o. After we resolved our conflicts, I asked to stop it. I don’t appreciate you talking to my sis everyday and what he said was a jealous and feeling insecure. We are about parting ways because of that” I know you are eager to read the rest of the story, but this is how it all started. Posting a gist that’s been going on for a while on my WhatsApp status about an employer snatching her employer’s fiancé, this person commented what you just finished reading and it caught my attention. Can I write about this, she gave me a go ahead. The anonymous story owner is a 22 years old Nigerian lady who’s been dating a 46 years old UK based man and they’re about to go their separate

 This post is for anyone who has passed the warm, bubbly, tingly feeling stage and they’re trying hard to figure out if they’re still in love or struggling to stay in love. I don’t know how it is at your end tho but keep reading. Apparently, everyone has experienced this or if you’re just joining the lovey dovey stage, this is to let you know that love will fade away and it’s either you fade along or you re ignite your love. I read a book titled things I wish I’d known before getting married, though this post is not for married people as I’m not married yet and I have no idea about it but it’s for people who are struggling to remain in love.  In the book, it is said that being in love is an emotional and obsessive feeling. However, emotions change and obsession fades. Research indicates that the average life span of “in love” obsessions is two years, two years guys ! Some might last a little bit longer and some might not be up to that but the average is two years. We have people who st

 Since I’ve published my third story/article, I’ve been meaning to write again but do I have what I want to write about? The answer is no. While coming from Ibadan to Abeokuta this morning, I was listening to songs and this song by Selena Gomez came up “Back to you” and while listening to it I remembered my parents and how imperfect they’re so I’m going to write about it. Imperfection! Left to me yeah, there’s nothing wrong I mean absolutely nothing wrong with being imperfect. Asides form the obvious fact that you’re not God, I think once you answer the title “human”, you’re already answering imperfection. You can never be perfect. I know many people are already thinking oh damn, this girl about to lash her parents outside  and stuff but that’s not the case.  In fact, I’m about to make you love yours more. If you’ve read my very first story, you should have known that I started living with my father when I was 7 and I do not have a very deep relationship, though it’s quite alright but

Hey there! I know you are wondering what this is going to be about, maybe you already have an idea or maybe not, please keep reading. I have a quick question for you though, what do you think love is? Do you think love is about pleasure, is it pain, is it sacrifice, is it selflessness, is it having to put other’s first even when it is not convenient? Is love an easy thing for you to do or do you find it really difficult? You know, it makes my heart beats really fast when I hear people say “I love you” and the word love does not reflect in their actions? DO PEOPLE LOVE THESE DAYS? How do we really feel something deep in our heart yet it doesn’t show in our actions? When you tell people you love them, are you not scared you won’t be able to do what you’ve just said? Hmm! Maybe I’m not the one who’s supposed to be writing about love cause all my life, I’ve only loved genuinely two times. Apart from the the love I have for my parents cause obviously they made me love them, I have only love