13th of March 11:00pm As I walked into the club in my black slinky dress, I could hear the ever buzzing IF by Davido. There were multi-coloured flashing lights on the dance floor of the club, but the lights were not bright enough to reach beyond that. “The club looks so crowded tonight”, I thought...
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Tale of a teenager: The Omolola’s experience – Birthday Girl
September 10th 3:00pm September is here again which happens to be my birthday I will be 12 years old on the 10th of September, Uncle K had planned a birthday party for me, we went out for shopping because I had decided to wear something new for the party, we also made a quick stop at the...
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Tale of a teenager: The Omolola’s experience -Emeka’s Dismissal
Like a speed of light, Uncle K rushed to my bed, jacked Emeka up and gave him the beating of his life. I have never seen Uncle K this furious and angry. Uncle K`s eyes was filled with so much rage as he strangled Emeka. I had to let out a scream before Uncle K...
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What to do in Grooming your Natural Hair
Ladies from the age of five tend to be very conscious of their appearance. From the hairdo to facials to the nails and you name it all. But most importantly the hair has to be on point whether it be worn long, short, wavy, kinky, straight, curly, permed or natural. This, brings me to the...
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Tale of a teenager: The Omolola’s experience
I was sitting in Barrister Jide`s office speechless, my tongue caught in my throat. I had to come to the reality of my future of dependency on Uncle Kunle .A man who hates the mention of my name; he can’t stand my sight. How am I expected to live in the same house with him?...
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Tales of Abused Teenager: The Omolola’s Experience-The Accident
02 January 3:00pm It was a long and quiet drive from Zone B Okota police station where Chief Williams had filed a report on the account of rape against Uncle Kunle. Uncle Kunle was beaten and tortured for one week at the police station, his face was swollen, his body was bruised all over, he...
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Tale of a teenager: The Omolola’s experience-The Party
25th of December 12:00 pm Walking down the stairs,I could hear a familiar voice calling out my name screaming‘Omolola! ‘Omolola! Help me check the kitchen cabinet for a new pack of magi seasoning and I need it right no’that was my mother Chief Mrs Tade herself AKA Mama Show, always representing at any family event....
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Tale of a teenager: The Omolola’s experience- Prologue…
Pictures flashing through my mind. Flashes of how my clothes were ripped off my body. I could still feel his strong arms hooking me down, covering my mouth in a choke, holding me down all at the same time, keeping my voice from screaming out the cries of my heart. In all this horror, he...
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Marriage and you…
Can we just discuss a little about marriage, I mean the way marriage is seen in this part of the world. I think Marriage is about a twenty (20) unit course that must not be carried over because if you do, it puts you in a big hot mess. Everyone starts giving you that identity...
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Consistency in marriage…
She woke up that morning, beaming with smile as she remembered how her husband pampered her to bed last night. She thought about all the happy moments she has been having in her 3 month old marriage; hoping these gestures and lovely memory never ends. She said to herself ‘marriage is indeed beautiful, whoever says...