Life · Life's stories

#TwitterMadeReal with Bankole, Jesse and Clive

“…nodding my head like yeaaaaahhhh, moving my hips like yeaaahhhhh…”

View of Lagos from the CcHUB rooftop
View of Lagos from the CcHUB rooftop

On Saturday, I found myself in Yaba… not Yaba left. I went to meet with Jesse Oguntimehin (@JesseOguns) and Bankole Oluwafemi (@MrBankole). Jesse was being very kind and was giving me his Samsung Galaxy Nexus to use for two weeks so that I could taste and enjoy the wonders of the Android operating system.

Bankole, Pearl and Jesse
Bankole, Pearl and Jesse

Since Saturday, I have been in awe of the phone but I digress.

I had met Jesse once before at the LTV grounds and it was an exhilarating experience. He was not what I expected at all and I was amazed. Prior to our meeting, I had never eaten amala but he convinced me to try it that day. I won’t say the amala-eating was a mind-blowing experience, after all it’s just amala, but at least I could now say I had tasted amala. If you ask me to choose, it’ll be eba. *now chanting* Eba forever! 🙂

You know how you follow someone on twitter or friend someone on facebook and you get a mental picture of who they are from their posts/tweets or paint a picture of what they look like like from their photos/avatars?

You don’t?

Are you serious?

*shrug* Oh well… I do that oh. I think I am even guilty of putting people in a box. Fashion them according to my own design and expectation and group them into categories. I need to stop doing that, really. I’m the one who doesn’t like being put in a box. So, anyway I had a picture of what Clive (@CliveUA) and Bankole would look like. I didn’t expect them to be so tall neither did I expect to receive such a warm hug from fine boy Clive. 🙂

Bankole and I
Bankole and I

Clive said I was just as he expected, including the ‘chubby-ness’. Hehehehehehe… I didn’t get to take a photo with him and I missed saying hello to Seyi Taylor (@seyitaylor) by a whisker 😦

But I had fun and it was a jolly good meeting.

I was very impressed with Bankole. Very. He is such a gentleman and quite charming. The glasses just adds to the charm, wait till he starts wearing contacts. His voice is silky and smooth and he almost has a British accent. I am very glad I met him because he has been that online friend who has pushed, prodded and encouraged me on. Thank you, Banky. I cherish your friendship.

Peace to y'all!
Peace to y’all!




Life & Other mysteries · Life's stories

For Her Virginity

It was 2007. Lagos, Nigeria.

A family of girls. Their father was once a millionaire but now things are hard, very hard. All their life, their mother was a house wife. They got by on one meal per day. They managed to go to school… sometimes. The girls were intelligent so they were able to pass their exams even after missing a couple of school terms. They believed that it would all get better with time.

They were believers, Christians. They went to church every Sunday and when there was no money to take the bus, they would walk to church in the cool of the day. The girls tried to live right, walk right and talk right, tried to obey the statutes of the Lord, tried to honour and respect their parents. They tried.

God didn’t let them down. He always came through just when they thought they would give up. Holding on was no small feat. There were days when they wanted to throw it all away, like a rose bouquet… but He wouldn’t let them go. He loved those girls.

Then came this middle-aged man. The neighbours said he was the one building the big hotel down their street. He was trapped with the trappings of wealth and power and he liked to flaunt it in the people’s faces. Everyday, he would pay a visit to the site and when the people would suck up to him, he would show his power by dipping his hand in his pocket and blessing them with a few notes. Foreign currencies would fall out of his pocket accidentally. They were duly impressed and adored this saviour who had come to whisk them away from poverty. The Mercedes-Benz jeep was always blocking the main street or hindering other cars from leaving their houses so that one would have to go call the owner to come re-park. This was to ensure that everyone knew who owned that fine beast of a car. Sometimes it was the Mercedes-Benz, other times, the Jag and other times, the Hummer.

The sisters gisted about what a self-absorbed human-being he was and how his wife was managing with such a man. There was no evidence of a wife in his life, none accompanied him to the site, but women have a sixth sense about these things. He was definitely married and probably had two or three children.

As soon as he set eyes on her, he wanted her… the sister who shined like the sun. She was beautiful, she had the right curves in the right places, any man would be proud to have her adorning his arm and in his bed but she wouldn’t hear of it or give him the chance to speak of his intentions. Her mother wouldn’t hear of it! They were a godly family.

They had meetings. Sessions. Planning seminars. Motivational conferences. Greasing of palms. Convincing talks. The man and her mother.

One night, her mum called her into the room to talk to her. It was one of those nights – they hadn’t had anything to eat since the morning of the previous day and they had no idea if they were going to eat any time soon.

“You know what you need to do. I don’t have to spell it out for you. It may be this night or tomorrow night, just make sure you’re wearing a clean pant. Make sure you bring us dinner.”


Dinner… for her virginity.




Cloud Atlas

This movie looks weird maybe because I couldn’t understand anything about it from the trailer.


Another thing that makes it weird is the length of it’s trailer; 5.42 minutes as opposed to the usual 1.32 minutes or 2.45 minutes.

I must watch it when it comes out sha. If only to make sure that I understand what message they are trying to pass across.