Through My Glasses

  The time is 10.15PM. Date is September 30 th , 2013. Today is Independence Day eve in Nigeria. In a few hours time, it will be October 1 st - The day Nigeria celebrates her independence from Great Britain.    If today were 15years ago, I would have been giddy with excitement; unable to sleep. 15years ago, I would have been prancing about the living room while staring at the giant wall clock in our sitting room, inwardly cursing daylight for taking longer than usual to come.   From time to time, I would have run back to my room to make sure that my well ironed March Past uniform, together with my pair of socks and gloves were still neatly laid out on the bed, where I had left them since 9am in the morning. Each trip to the room would have taken me past the standing mirror, where I would pause at intervals to admire my new corn row hairstyle. It wasn’t my fault you see.   Back then, October 1st was a huge deal. Smiles. Yeah, even though my only understanding of the significance of I

When I decided to start a blog, I didn't think it was going to be a stroll in the pack. Yeah, I know I am a lot of things, but delusional isn't one of them. So after my opening two posts post which garnered me quite a few comments (and had me feeling like some nouveau riche super star), major panic mode set in. What was I going to post next? How will I get inspiration? What if I have writer's block? (Seriously, I know one doesn't have to Chinua Achebe to have one). So, there I was, taking a walk round the beautiful Gwarinpa neighborhood and mentally dissecting recent issues hitting up the polity, when I found it- my muse. You know that feeling you get when you find something and you instinctively know you have to stop and take a second look? Well, this one was in the form of a small crowd gathered in front of this beautiful house. As I got closer, I imagined that probably someone had died because everyone was trying to talk at once, and you could catch the occ