I was strolling down the streets of a certain unnamed city the other day, when amongst a row of restaurants, bars and entertainment spots, I stumbled upon a bookstore. This bookstore stood out when compared to the many bookstores I have seen in this unnamed country. And the same way I walk into every space that holds lots of books, I walked into this bookstore, wide-eyed with curiousity. My only companions were my curious mind and my friend, a twenty-something male of non-African descent. Continue reading “Garbage In Garbage Out”→
It is a Saturday night. I am at Auxerre, an upscale bar in downtown Port Harcourt. I am sitting at the bar, with a glass of Ciroc nestling in my palms. I can see everything happening clearly enough although the bar is dimly lit. At the table closest to me, I see a man who, by the looks of it, is not yet thirty. He is decked in an all-white ensemble of white shirt, jean trousers, Nike boots and a face cap. On his left wrist is a silver-hued Rolex. He is talking animatedly to a young lady, black shirt and red skirt, with her hair neatly tied in a ponytail. She seems oddly disinterested but he does not seem to notice this, instead becoming more animated, as he gets further into the story he is telling. Continue reading “The Bar”→
Steve Jobs, the co-founder of Apple Inc., once analogized on the difference between the old and young saying, “Older people sit down and ask ‘what is it?’ but the boy asks ‘what can I do with it?’”. Therefore, characterized by inquisitiveness, a youth is one at the peak of his strength, on the verge of obtaining sufficient knowledge, in order to acquire a permanent identity of self and environment. Demographically, the National Youth Policy defines the youth as ‘all males and females aged 18-35 years, who are citizens of the Federal Republic of Nigeria’. This age range represents more than one-third of the Nigerian population (Ibrahim, 2013). The old, for the sake of this essay, can be described as one that has arrived, someone that has come into the permanence of his identity by virtue of age. Continue reading “Why the Street is taking Over”→
In recent times, a large number of articles and essays have tried to capture the essence and the joys of reading. You know, the experience of lounging on a chair, with legs outstretched on a wooden stool, with a book opened, totally absorbed in the world being painted by the brush-stroke of words. In truth, that got me thinking. What does reading mean to me? And just how much of a place does it have in my life? Continue reading “On Reading”→
You get to the bus station, which is crowded and the dust from early harmattan is just about everywhere; from the white buses to boxes and bags, all are buried in dust.You ask when the bus to Lagos will be leaving. The attendant tells you it is in twenty minutes and also informs you that there are only two seats available. You quickly pay for your ticket and make for the bus. You thank your stars for having arrived just in time and skipping the waiting period. Continue reading “The Bus to Lagos”→
Character means choosing to never live in the thick of thin things. It means being brave as well as objective, and always having the courage to try. Character is in treating people ‒ friends and strangers alike‒ as we would want to be treated, with respect and dignity.
When I think of fear, what at once makes its way into the confines of my thought is paralysis. Anytime I have felt truly afraid, what I was compelled to fight was usually the inability to act. And this was not always an easy fight; it is harder to make a decision than not make one, especially when faced with seemingly impossible choices. Choosing the right thing to do out of many competing options can prove difficult. And yet, it is then that our characters are strengthened. Continue reading “On Character”→