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LIFE UPDATE: everything is in shambles.

T/W: Nigeria as a whole.

Everything has gone to the pits. In my last post, I talked about being Nigerian and exhausted and from then till now, things have gotten worse. We have a problem on our hands and everybody seems to be moving on from it but it causes me a great deal of distress because I cannot seem to get past the fact that being able to afford basic foodstuff now means that you’re a king.

Tomatoes sold for 200 naira. 200 naira!!!

The very first time I noticed this pandemic was sometime in April, when I went out to buy Titus sardine and I was told that it was now sold for a whopping sum of four hundred and fifty Naira. It looked and felt like a joke to me because that thing went from being two hundred and fifty Naira to four hundred and fifty Naira with no in-betweens. I frowned all the way back home and poured out my frustrations on Ola immediately I got into the house.

I became terribly observant from that point and every time I went out of my house to buy foodstuff, at least one person was begging for a reduced price of a product because they couldn’t afford it. I made it a point of duty to pay off these little monies when I got the chance to but this wasn’t and is still not a sustainable venture because how long will I carry this on for?

I stepped out of my house yesterday and I attempted to price a tuber of yam just to see whether I would get lucky. Mind you, these tubers of yam are now short and dry. I asked for the price of one of these tubers and without mincing words or numbers, the seller said “Na one three”.

I’ve never dropped something faster than I dropped this tuber of yam. I really didn’t blame him at all, this is what we get when farmers have been displaced from their homes and farms and we’re left with what we manage to get.


The prices of foodstuff keeps skyrocketing, people are getting laid off work because companies can no longer afford to pay salaries, the ones who are still paying salaries are either reducing these salaries or paying the same amount they were paying years ago. It’s sad because the adverse effect of this development is that a lot of people are going to steal to be able to afford to eat. The streets of Lagos have now become so dangerous that every time I go out, I go out with my heart in my mouth because people are getting robbed everyday. It doesn’t help that Jide opened his eyes and thought it was a good idea to block major roads in the name of reconstructions thereby causing more traffic and giving traffic robbers more leverage to steal from commuters but of course, Twitter is our problem and the main focus of the ministers and the Attorney General.

I’m really angry that the government is doing everything to work against its citizens but yeah, we have the best jollof right? I’m angry because this is not the life I thought I’d have in my twenties, I didn’t imagine that I’d have to live my early twenties hoping that I don’t die by this country. I’m angry because before my very eyes, I watched fuel price move from 121 to 170 and right now, they’re proposing that it moves to 250. I’m angry because I feel helpless because this is beyond me.

The least I can do now is to try not to price foodstuff anyhow, leave the change for traders, no matter how small. Pay for someone’s meal every time I go out of my house and beg you people to please, register to get your voters card. Please, just click here to register.

Happy new month by the way, I hope I didn’t trigger you so much with this post.

This Culture of Victim Shaming

How long has it been since y’all read from me?

Now that I’m back on my personal space, I can talk the way I want without anybody coming to fight me.

I’ve been away since March because this blog refused to let me post and reply comments. It was as if the blog grew a mind of its own because it just threw me out and became my master.

Anyway, now that I’m back on the weekend that the one thing I hate most in this world is trending, let’s just get right into it.

If you’ve been following me before now, you’d know that I dedicated the whole of last year to getting abused victims to speak up after someone verbally molested me and my breasts at Jibowu last year. The stories that came after mine progressed from verbal sexual molestation to actual physical and sexual molestation.

They went from “he touched my breasts,” “he fingered me” to “he raped me countless times” “she took my virginity when I was a child” and what not.

I became a totally different person in the course of reading these stories because I realized that a lot of women if not all, have experienced abuse one way or the other. I even went as far as confronting some of the molesters within my reach and getting threatened by most of them.

You would imagine my outrage when after the whole Busola Dakolo interview on YNaija, some bloody nitwits and rape apologists came out to ask questions like:

• Why was she dressed in her nightie when the pastor came to visit?

• Why is she coming out to speak now?

• Would she have spoken out if Biodun Fatoyinbo wasn’t a pastor?

All of these while completely ignoring the fact that she said that she had spoken out once before and was made to shut up and never speak of it again. Some people watched the cut clips on twitter and ig and concluded that she was lying when there was a 25 minutes long video put out on YouTube containing the full details of the assault.

Unbelievably, the attacks came mostly from women and others who were of the mind that he wasn’t a pastor when he did it, hence calling him out wasn’t necessary.

Back in 2013, Ese Walters who is a survivor to me, called out the same man for the same thing he is being accused of today and because rape is an issue that is always overlooked and social media was not as strong then, she was called names and insulted left, right and center. Thank God she couldn’t be bullied by Nigerians who would rather be blinded by the men put in place to lead them to God.

We make religion seem like a warfare in this country by not letting these religious leaders be accountable and if we won’t get anything right, let’s get our path to righteousness right. Let’s not lose our common sense in a bid to kiss the asses of the “spiritual daddies” who are rapists.

This and a lot more of these confessions are going round and I would say my story that involved a “teens president” of a church in ogudu but that would require a whole blog post.

While we wait for your Gucci pastor to go through with his lawsuit, another Gboko beast emerged from the pits after hell and decided he wanted to be Mike Tyson on his girlfriend.

You can read the full story here.

Let it be known that silence is not an option anymore and if you’re going to be a physical and sexual assault apologist, there is no place for you on my blog or in my life.

If you’ve molested someone in the past, it’s best you out yourself before someone else does it.

I’ll stop here because I have to go to yaba market to buy jeans with my friend.

My next blog post would have us catching up but until then, remember that you can be anything you want to be but not a rape apologist or rapist.


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Lagos Landlords are absolute extremists

If you live in Lagos and you’re trying to get an apartment, I commend you for participating in this extreme sport.

Now playing: Wonderland by Efeoraka

When I said it few weeks ago that Lagos landlords are extremists, it looked and sounded like I was blowing things out of proportion but after my friend had to claim that she was married in order to secure an apartment, I thought nothing they did could ever surprise me again until my male friend went through a totally different ordeal.

He had been on about this apartment search since December and it always met him at a dead end because these landlords are not smiling with anybody’s father.

About a week ago, he was casually talking to his client when he mentioned that he needed an apartment big enough to contain all his photography equipments but he had not found the perfect one yet, she offered to renew the rent of the apartment where her sister used to stay for my friend and her brother while he continued his search and of course, who no like better thing?

In this case, the house was owned by a woman and in the briefings given to them by their agent, they had to appear before her looking like responsible young men as she was keen on who she let into her house and so they did.

They got there looking like the most responsible bachelors in Lagos. Well, my friend did but his client’s brother came as he was – unbothered.

After going round the house and getting the final rent balance, the landlady said ‘oya let’s talk’ and sat down like a Queen.

Her ground rules were:

⁃ No coming into the compound later than 8pm (in this Lagos o)

⁃ If they ever stayed out beyond 8pm, they shouldn’t even bother coming home because she would not answer them if they knocked (even our extreme parents didn’t go this far)

⁃ All visitors must be assessed by her before coming into her compound (yes ma, Access me and tell me to leave the compound)

⁃ There would be only one key to the gate and it was going to be with her, if they ever needed to go out or come in, they would need to call her first. The gate was going to be locked at all times (because she’s the one that gave birth to them)

⁃ No female visitors (my friends and I planned to disguise as evangelists on every Sunday so we could gain access into the house, especially when we needed to shoot and maybe his own girlfriend would come in disguised as a man)

⁃ They would both come to her for spiritual counseling as often as possible (because mentorship)

⁃ And most importantly, they would always follow her to camp whenever she was going (one of these two human male soon to be tenant is a Muslim)

At this point, my friend lost it and asked that she adopted them as her children and refunded their money so they could live as puppets in her house because they could not live like that at the expense of their own money.

Well, she agreed to one thing and that was refunding their money if they couldn’t live with her rules and she did in twenty four hours. It took this encounter for us to realize that it had to be landed properties before mobile ones because ‘Lagos don tear our eye.’

Anyway, the story has a great ending. My friend has gotten a better apartment where he had to lie that he’s married with an adult kid (me) on the form.

I’d rather this than having to disguise as a man to visit my friend.

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