THE KENDER BRAND

I know you must have heard of this a million times (that's if am not exaggerating). I too may have heard it countless times and I have lost count. I disbelieved this saying due to certain reasons I can't exactly say or maybe cause I'm not stereotyped like most Nigerians......or so I thought. Recently, I heard a colleague of mine asking another lady who equally is a colleague to repeat what she said. Apparently he wanted to confirm if he heard her right. Upon repeating what she said, he asked if she was from a particular side of the country. When she affirmed, he confirmed his suspicion on all he thought about her. He claimed that persons who hailed from that part of Nigeria behaved and spoke in a certain way. He argued his points so strongly that I had to help my lady colleague win her point. I sincerely asked myself if there was a thought pattern encoded into the DNA of individuals who hailed from the same village to make them think alike. I couldn't underst

Guessing what my thoughts are on today..........Keep reading and you might just be thinking in the same direction with me or maybe not. I consider this a bit strange to write on this, but like I said, Its my thought pattern and am free to express myself. The more I try to defend the not so innocent, the more I find out reasons and excuses behind each action. (You'll understand with time) I took a trip some years back to somewhere still in Nigeria. I went for a conference and after the tiring lecture hours and few tea breaks, I was totally worn out.  I took my freedom and opportunity to explore the city into my own hands and within few hours of exiting the conference center gate, I had visited three wonderful places (The art center, the museum and the resort).  I finally decided to rest at the resort and have a nice rest (hehehehehe).  The night at the resort was so beautiful and further leisure walk down the tiled and neatly cut grass walk way brought me fa

My expressions most times don't match what's going on in my head. I really wanted to quit the pity face and give my dear new friend the advice she solicited for.  Prior to now, I was sitting all alone patiently waiting for the closing hour. Hands on my system and going through posts on Instagram. My usual smile played on my face each time I saw a post that totally slayed.  ''A little digression'' Slaying in what sense? Great inspirational quotes slay  Great fashion sense slay Finally the funny pages with funny videos slay.  So basically these are the things that kept me entertained while waiting for time to tick faster. Amidst my unconscious  smiles, a tap on the shoulder instantly turned my head. She sat helplessly looking like the world had come crashing on her. On asking what the matter was, she replied with another question. ''Have you ever invested an amount of money into a business you were so sure would make so mu

              This Meme best explains the story         ................................................................................. Just after dawn on Friday morning as the clouds over the east brightened from pale blue to white, Chioma who had called at her work place early in the morning to excuse her self from work on the grounds of being terribly sick packed her things excitedly into the brown leather box.  She had planned for this vacation with her boyfriend for so long and finally they got consent from work at the same time. Her's was not always a problem since she was a junior staff and could be excused from work if the reasons were cogent. Tunde was supposed to pick her from the house that morning in two hours time. She lazily sat on the beamless couch at the side of the bed reminiscing on how they met. A colleague at work had invited her for her boyfriend's birthday and since it was on a Saturday, She willingly accepted to go.  She was

We have always heard the phrase ''work hard and you'll be successful. If you didn't........I did. Oh! I did. And a lot. My dad always told  my sister and I that the key to success was hard work. He painted success from a book worm's point of view. My sister and I believed him so much at that time cause he was our role model. We looked up to him. Suffice me to say, my dad is a very intelligent man and he knew a lot of mathematics. I guess that was our bases for embracing him as a role model. We wanted to be as intelligent as he was or even more. So whatever he told us we took hook line and sinker. From childhood we were groomed to work hard so we could be successful. At that point, my definition of success was having a big car and a big house all to myself. It felt so good reminiscing over my car and big house as a child. I would solve my math, read my books and story books/novels my dad gave me cause he drummed into our ears that success c

WHO DEFINES YOU? Very easy to answer and yet so difficult to prove. Often times our words mock our belief system or our way of living. Let me tell a little story to buttress my not yet established point.  When I was a teenager, I had little or no knowledge about who I was. I was bullied by my seniors in school and most times the fear to get out of trouble took a toll on me. I became more conscious of pleasing ''them'' instead of becoming my own person.  Worse still, due to puberty and feminine growth I had acne which were not seasonal at all but rather constantly popping out in large numbers.  I was always questioned about the appearance of acne on my face which I had no control over. I was pitied instead of being related with like every other young girl growing up.  Over time, I became so uncomfortable with the never ending questions and pity faces that greeted me all the time. Unknown to me my self worth was fast depleting.  I became nervous

 Look in the mirror, what do you see. A beautiful person who would have been more beautiful if..............                           ''The skin was lighter               ''If the butts were bigger                ''If the thighs were not so thick                ''If the natural thick hair was straight and silky              ''If the muscles were bigger or If I had six pack (for the men) We have so many definitions of beauty and frankly speaking we would embrace our unique individual beauty if the options were not given.  Imagine a world where everyone looked the same. No one will have to complain about being short, fair, fat or even black. (It would be boring though). I believe in diversity of beauty and appreciating each type of beauty. Since there is no standard of beauty, who or what compels you to compare your self with another. Who ever told you that you are Ugly? Who defined you as not good looking? I