THE KENDER BRAND

                                       EPISODE        4 ....................................He couldn't sleep. She was one woman he had loved sincerely and was willing to go any length just to prove it. He wanted more from her, everything, heart and soul, commitment, marriage and children. She could sense that in him, but she was not ready to give. She had nothing left for him. All she could do was take, or maybe extend herself for a little while. All her love had been given too long ago and all her energies were reserved for her work and the bitterness that would trigger her vengeance. ''You should go see a therapist''. He sat up staring into her eyes as though he wanted to rip every information off her and she had no intention of obliging him.  ''I can't'' She said, turning to the other side of the room and backing him.  ''You're not helping yourself ''. He was obviously getting upset and the tone in his voice

Who are you ? When you look in the mirror, what do you see ?  Does the image you see really tell who you are ?  Do you really know who you are ? When you critically analyze all these questions, you may notice that  many influences have been imposed on you either by environment, your friends or family which may not really be who you are. During our early years, most of us had no control over our choices, habits or ways generally and this formed us to who we are even to the adult stage of our lives. We find ourselves handicapped at doing certain things because from childhood, we've been programmed to accept those things as things we can't do. Some of these influences shaped our personality long before we had a chance of doing anything about our own behavior. Genetics plays a big part in forming our behavior.  The whole blueprint found in the chromosomes transmits hereditary characteristics for each person's development (I don't know much of this, but

I walked into the classroom and no one seemed to notice me. I gently sat down still looking at the different faces and how engrossed they were at the conversation. It was few hours to the exam and I needed to revise for the last time even though my mind kept telling me I had not read enough (cause I slept all through the night). So revising was not the word. The conversation was getting hot as other people joined in the discussion as soon they entered the class. Basically, they were talking about weight loss and the struggle to keep up even after you had lost weight. The girl who headed the discussion had an overly serious look on her face as she tried to convince every other person about the new weight loss pills. ''Once we graduate, I'll save up enough money and buy mine'', she said adjusting her dress. The girl who sat next to her seemed to agree but still had her doubts about this new pill. ''It's too pricey, am not even sure it wou

I recently read a parody on the seven things single women shouldn't have and I loved  it so much  and I decided to write on the male version. Remember its a parody so lets enjoy . We all know that there are so many eligible bachelors who are not yet married and has not engaged any girl. The most annoying part is that most of them are so career obsessed that marriage talk is the last on their scale of preference. While some claim not to have time for marriage and its Wahala , the others are happy in the company of their fellow unmarried friends or married friends. So here are the five things any eligible bachelor should never have. A HAPPY RELATIONSHIP OK, its not enough that you are ready to settle down but you don't want to, then you are ''blessed'' with a happy relationship. The truth is that you are so comfortable in your relationship that you don't want to take it to the next level which is marriage. It's so much comfort that is making you

Hello friends! I bet you'll are having a wonderful week. The week is almost ending and seriously this month is running very fast. I guess its running to December cause I smell Xmas already. The whole festivity during that period gives me so much joy. Waking up everyday to either a party, a white wedding or a traditional engagement. Gorgeously dressed to weddings even if you were not invited (hehehehe). So long as you know somebody that knows somebody......you are a guest. Kapish! Watching the bride gloriously walk down some endless aile in the company of her Father, looking so glorious as though sent from heaven, the whole congregation watching in admiration and some hoping to be in her shoes. The groom's men looking around for a "better chick" like they were not in relationships already, the girls all glamed up and walking up and down like the bride asked them to share the day with her. Wedding dramas can be so hilarious and the ones I have attended are no ex

     I woke up on a Saturday morning and the only thing on my mind was the saloon.  I just wanted to get some lovely chat and of course some Amebo gist. "We all like tori and saloon gist can sweet eeh"  I got to the saloon and while waiting for my turn I started conversing with the girl next to me.  She was so inquisitive and just within ten minutes of talking with her she already knew so much much about me.  When I told her I had finished serving, her face brightened up the more. "Are you looking for government employment or you want to employ others", she asked seriously adjusting to face me. I shrugged a bit, quite uncomfortable at her question. "I'm looking for a good paying job, I said but in the mean time I'm just doing my thing. "What is your thing"? "Well I write.,.....blog and do some freelance fitness consulting". She was so excited and her eyes shone like a bright rechargeable lamp. "I re

                                                                              EPISODE     3 They had lunch and after a wonderful time she felt terrible. ''Eric, I never do things like this'' She threw her long black hair over her shoulder and rolled up her sleeves. ''You are such a horrible influence and I wouldn't want you around me. He smiled and gave her a pat on her shoulder. He invited her for dinner on Saturday but she declined and turned down his next four invitations to lunch or dinner. He obviously looked so unhappy and decided to try again. She finally agreed and went for dinner on Friday night with him. ''Why do you keep a distance between us''? He asked so sincerely unhappy about it. He was so in love with her and he desperately wanted to get close to her.  ''I'm not sure it's such a good idea. ''It could make things complicated for me at work, Eric''  She smiled at him as

I was recently reading an article online (Bella Naija), and the girl was seriously stating the crazy things that men make women do all in the name of  ''keeping my man''. She wrote on how she was asking a male colleague of her's what he wants in a girl. The guy conclusively said he was looking for a model, a girl he would be proud to display to his friends with all her 'assets'. The lady asked him if he was not interested in the character of the girl or her personality.  The colleague was bold enough to say that she has to be classy and worthy of being flaunted (in my own words) before he would consider her character. I kept on shaking my head for this guy, but that is what he wants though. Our dear lady went ahead to write on the crazy things men make women do, ranging from the fake buttocks to the fake hips and breast, showing off the expensive bags and shoes including the hairs just for ''my man'' to be proud to flaunt me.   Haba!

I kept turning restlessly on the bed. I would easily pass for a watch woman except for the fact my duty post was in my room and on my bed (heheheh). I had looked through my room a number of times and I had lost count. Thanks to PHCN and their faithful nature of always giving us constant power (you'll know that's an irony especially my fellow Nigerians). The noise in my stomach was something else. It sounded like soldiers on the parade ground and each time the commander shouted halt, the whole force comes down on my stomach. (You can imagine this kind of terrible feeling by 12:44am). I kept blaming myself and the new diet plan I had specially formulated for myself. The whole fitness conscious thing was taking a new toll on me (hunger and inability to sleep at night). I was really determined to have a great bikini body (oh yes!) and it was depriving me of sleep (please don't laugh at me). I was suffering from hunger induced  insomnia, then I heard the dog b

                                                           .                       EPISODE 2                  She felt helpless as the nurse was about to tie down her hands too but she begged her not to ............I  promise I wont move or touch anything, I swear.  It felt like she was being tortured and the nurse wanted to punish her for going through with the abortion. The doctor exchanged glances with the nurse and nodded as he put on a fresh mask. "Relax ma'am, its going to take just few minutes". She felt the anesthetic jab into her sharply and she wanted to scream but the nurse gave her an angry look. The world seemed to have turned against her again. She was about to kill her only family. Suddenly she heard the sound of the machine. It sounded more like a vacuum. "What is that?" She asked with her eyes wide open and leaping up in a half sitting position. She felt a sharp pain around her cervix. "Its a vacuum the doctor respond

I was sitting at the balcony of the male ward two when I noticed her. She was full of smiles as she narrated her story to the other women sitted with her. She lit up the whole atmosphere with her laughter and smiles. I couldn't stay all by myself so I had to join them. She quickly noticed I had drawn closer and gave me a knowing look, signifying I could come closer if I wanted to. I enjoyed her stories and most of all I enjoyed the way she laughed at her own jokes. We all had one thing in common, we were taking care of either a relative, sibling, husband or even a friend. So we usually sat outside the balcony when the doctors were on their usual ward round to crack jokes or tell our plenty stories from the past. We did this just to lighten out burden of being surrounded with sick/wounded people . The first day I joined my brother at the hospital was on the 20th of September. The previous day was my birthday and I was shocked when I heard the news of his accident. Nobody

                                                                        EPISODE        1 ............................She stood tall and elegant infront of the mirror, tilting sideways to get a better view of her back side. she was not impressed with what she saw but she was late for work. She gently took her hand bag and slide her phone into the side opening. Rushing outside, she quickly stopped a taxi. She had forgotten to take one last look at her room, otherwise she would have remembered she had left the case file on the side mirror stool.    She got to the office few minutes late and that was unlike her. She was very good at keeping to time. He was there at the reception patiently waiting for her. She walked pass him and handed her handbag to her secretary.    ''Remind the mechanic to pick my car from the house and email the rest of the staff for the meeting. she stepped into her office amidst the secretary's persistent reminder that someone was waiting for her. Sh