This is not a story about cougars and cubs where an older woman gratifies her sexual desire with a willing young blood, no. We all read the Ireti rape story, virtually all columnists in the country voiced their outrage over…
Can suicide ever be the only option? – Peju Akande
I had this mad theory that Nigerians loved life too much to take their own lives; we are such a resilient people, when our backs hit the wall, we still find a way to make a niche and push in…there’s…
Madam, you dey snore? – Peju Akande
I hate people who snore. Ok, let me put it better; I hated the sound of other people’s snores, the snorting sound, the deep guttural- phlegm-like sound coursing through the nostrils and mouth of a sleeper was irritating… I thought…
Stop killing for God, God can kill for himself- Peju Akande
I was born into a Muslim home. My father, the Muslim from a long line of hajj performing faithfuls left all the desirable women in musulumi land and got married to my mum, the Christian from a line of Jerusalem…
Mummy, your teenage daughter must read this story – Peju Akande
When the school resumed for mid-term break at a boarding house here in Lagos, students of the school, a model college, were expected to sign their names in the register at their various hostels. This way, the school would know…
Nigerians love drama no be small – Peju Akande
Whie I was cutting my teeth in advertising I realised my bosses always looked for drama in my script. They wanted scripts that would tell a relatable and yet memorable story for some of the brands I was handling and…
Lights, Camera, Ese! I see a Nollywood movie – Peju Akande
You’ll really have to be deaf, blind or infirm in someplace if you say you haven’t heard or read about the Ese Oruru case. I mean, the one that polarised Nigerians like no case has in the last few years.…
Why are our teenagers committing suicide? – Peju Akande
Sixteen is the age most of us fall in love for the first time but at this age, Joseph, not real name, who outwardly appeared to have a comfortable life in a prestigious school took his own life. Boye, not…
Biko, so you think your mother is a witch – Peju Akande
“Who sat and watched my infant head, When sleeping on my cradle bed, And tears of sweet affection shed? My mother” So goes the first stanza in the popular poem for mothers by Anne Taylor. I used to weep profusely…
Parents, please respect our children’s teachers – Peju Akande
Growing up, my mother had a pattern for discipline; she would say, ‘I’m not your mother!’ This establishing statement had the intended effect of mentally separating our biological connections. That done, she would chant repeatedly while delivering powerful strokes of…
