Rubys' Random.

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 ...

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...

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...