I was once married; married to a beautiful woman. She is an architect and she comes from a well-to-do home. We met in London some twenty- five years back but did not start dating until we ran into each other…
Don’t shut the door completely, that child may want to come back home-Tara Martins Aisida
The story of the prodigal son has been a huge inspiration to me. Let me tell it to you in my own words. It’s about a farmer who lived with his two sons in the rural part of a state.…
I am a witch o, but I have a very good reason.
I grew up in a house that had no toilet; what we had instead was an outhouse, made of zinc. Rickety, rusted zinc with moist and slippery planks that lined the two sides of the pit hole. I was just…
Shhh. Don’t tell my husband but I think our child was switched at birth
I recently read something about a woman who switched babies at the hospital just for the fun of it. Since then my suspicion about my daughter has been renewed; please understand that I am not a mother who wants to…
Me and my friend, the football mogul, Jasper – Uzor Maxim Uzoatu
Football, is without question, the one subject that unites all Nigerians. When the Super Eagles win, Nigerians do not recognize the different geo-political zones in their rejoicing. It annoys me no end that football is placed in the back pages.…
I killed my wife because she said she would re-marry if I died
Words are powerful, if anyone doesn’t know that, a good Muslim woman like my wife should know that. She knows how I am a hot tempered person and she shouldn’t have provoked me. That is all I have to say…
How do you deal with a friend or relative who is dying? – Tara Martins Aisida
Last week I asked the question – what would you do if you had limited time to live? Today, I ask how would you relate with someone who you know has little or limited time to live? What will you…
My friend, the daredevil photojournalist and Dimka the coup-plotter-Uzor Maxim Uzoatu
A daring photojournalist is the go-to man if you want to know Lagos and the city’s many scandals. One particular photojournalist whose chequered life illustrated this fact was my late friend Godwin Usidamen. His camera put him into more troubles…
They said I raped a girl, but how can when I am a woman?
My family is very poor. My father is dead. He died at his work site. He was a bricklayer, he missed his step while carrying cement up a construction site, fell and died…just like that. We didn’t even know he…