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"For Maria- Ebun Pataki"

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From Ajegunle to Banana Island, childbirth is accompanied with joy. In fact, you are told that you will forget all the stress pregnancy brought the minute you hold your “bundle of joy”. Bundle of joy for everyone? Place to place, elite or ordinary; post-partum depression is a subject Nigerians should be more aware of. The fact that pregnancy and childbirth complications are so numerous yet unspoken is something to be worried about. From shared stories of women who abandon their babies in the hospitals or dumpsites to untold tales of those who cannot carry or feed the child(ren) they labored to bear or even hear their voices, “For Maria- Ebun Pataki” sees you all. The movie tells the story of a family with a “bundle of joy” that sends both the family and viewers spiraling into a deep well of gloom. With a pretty “supportive” mother-in-law and an equally “supportive” husband, Aderinsola grapples with one of the complications of childbirth- postpartum depression. When the Mother-in-law
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Sunshine is one LOVE away!

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The sun pierced through the curtains and into my eyes; with the rays of the sun that filtered in the curtains creating blotches that made my white walls yellowish. I closed my eyes to get more sleep but my banging head left me with no option than to stand up. I sat up for a minute and put my legs down after another. That had to do with the WhatsApp message mummy had sent me weeks before about having a heart attack if I stood up immediately I woke up. I smiled at the thought of following to the letters the same broadcast messages I condemned. I looked into the mirror and my groggy body and tired from crying eyes stared back at me. The splash of the water on my face jolted me back into the reality of the excruciating headache and imminent hunger. ************************************************* The table was filled with paperwork for the Obudu student’s vacation I was preparing for. The madam project manager! I hail o…. Ted called out while passing through my makeshift offic
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Hello '19!

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Hello, Bye… Lol. No bye. Happy New Year. In February you think? I really don't understand how January strolled past so my new year begins now. I’m not back with a New Year resolution of updating this blog every time. Far from it. I actually do not see me doing that. Emabinu . So, how was 2018? Powerful? Draining? Tear jerking? Last year for me was quite amazing. Really amazing. One thing I did two years ago, after I returned from Maiduguri in December 2017 was put out my goals, howbeit vague to the world. All I can say is a lot worked for my good. Thinking of it now, I think the worst moment in 2018 was when I thought I had lost my then job. I was suspended indefinitely, because diplomacy doesn’t work every time ; and I thought it was over. Look at me today; without the same job, alive and kicking. One of the highlights of my year was getting admitted to University of Ibadan for my Masters. I had toyed with, yet, pushed going for my Masters since 201
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Let the butter 'fly...

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Hello lovelies, Its good to have something to write about today. After that post on Wednesday, I got more than 10 responses; some sharing experiences, some giving solidarity and some giving advice. I can't even explain how grateful I was to have got that number of responses. Thank you again. Have you seen butter fly? Lol. Is it even possible? I let my own butter fly! How? Today, I'm here with feedback. So yesterday, I had to talk with my then boo to keep in touch as usual. We spoke via video calls for about 30 minutes and it was a pure 30 minutes of fun and love. We decided to move to What's App to continue and the gist started going south. I had had enough of changing conversations when it started taking the sexual turn so I went "You see, I want to do all this with you too when I see you and I miss you so much I can't wait to jump into your arms but I can't do all this. I am a different breed and I am not going to try to fit into the world's
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Hypocrite or NAH?

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Holla people... Its been a short while right... I know. Say welcome to the Princess. It's taking me a lot of confidence to  write about this topic. Hypocrite or nah... You see, I got introduced to sex without my permission. The sad rape. Yeah. Some people who know may just be hearing , actually seeing this for the first time. Two more followed and I didn't even know what to think about my situation. Some people thought I should be broken, sad, angry and all of those negative emotions. I think I was just more careful about life. Note that all rape episodes happened in late childhood. The last I faced happened when I was in university but he didn't pull through. In university, I met this amazing guy who I now think was dealing with a lot. He promised to deal with everyone that had ever touched me and wanted to help me forget my experiences. Guess how! By introducing me to better sex. I can't remember how that went but I know we broke up after a while. No. I'
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of Torn trousers, Private Jets, Food and Fun.. 1

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Hello there! Hope we all had good weekends. So I shared some pictures on Facebook and Instagram of me in a private jet. Yeah, I ball. Lol. Here's gist before the private jet gist. So I went for a work meeting last Tuesday at 10am. The first lasted for about three hours and the next started almost immediately. High level meeting kwanu .. The second meeting had me standing to write on a board. Facing the board with my back turned to everyone. At this point, it's important to state that I was wearing a shirt and trousers with komkom shoe. For phase one, I stood writing for about 3 hrs. This was the period my malfunction must have happened. Lunch break was at about 4:30pm and I strutted around like the latest beauty queen. Lol. I still didn't know there was a big problem behind me. Pun intended.  After lunch, I strutted back to the meeting hall with my problem trailing me. I needed to take some actions regarding previously discussed task. That required me to walk aroun
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When humans love..

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Hello lovers, In the spirit of love, I thought to stop by here today. My 9-5 doesn't even show me love at all at all. Sighs and SMH. So we claim that lovers day (Valentine's) is the 14th of February every year and I get to wonder how we came about that. There are lots of stories on the internet about Saint Valentines' and his love: how he was imprisoned, how he was old, how he was young, how he was a she and plenty other balderdash. Like said, rubbish ni gbogbo e.  Lol. What's important is it's great that a day has been set apart to show love to people around you. Some people limit it to their lovers, some to family, others to anyone they deem fit. All right. More importantly, love needs to be spread around every single day of our lives. We live in a world where hatred is the new order. People killing each other just because tribe and religion... because they can. It hurts me and I feel it hurts you too. Love needs to be the language we speak. The religio
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