When Uncle Max came back home today, I noticed something different about him from the way he talked and laughed. I noticed something different about him from the way his clothes had Miss Bisi scent all over it. Within me, I knew Uncle Max had done something special with Miss Bisi. It is easier to say they had sex but would Uncle Max accept that they had sex? Would he be bold to open his mouth and tell me that he slept with Miss Bisi when they were yet to be seen as married couples in the public? Uncle Max always supported sex after marriage and not the other way around. He always wore a serious face whenever the issue of sex is brought up in his church and a man stands up and tells the congregation proudly that there was nothing wrong with having sex outside marriage. His voice would grow louder like the sound of thunder and then he would pounce on the man before letting him go."How is Miss Bisi," I asked Uncle Max as he asked me to get him a glass of water to drink.

It was very early in the morning when Uncle Max's phone buzzed in my blazer jacket. It was 6:30am sharp. Who would be calling me so early in the morning? I know it wasn't Mum even before I pick up the phone. When you have lived with someone your whole life like your parents you tend to end up knowing when it is them calling and when it isn't them calling. Mum would probably be snoring at that time with Danny and her new husband by her side. Dad also would be sleeping at that moment with Sarah and his new wife. I was very sure that it was neither Mum nor Dad who was calling me so early.I was right that it wasn't Mum calling me when I answered the phone. From the voice of the person calling me, I knew it was Christle. Her silk-thin voice that was at the other end of the line made me smile so much that I couldn't remember when last I smiled up to that extent. She told me that she was waiting for me at a parking lot and that she had secretly came to visit me in Enug

There is a story I am going to tell today because it talks about the importance of courage, discipline and moral values. It is about a brave kid who missed the right path and got lost in a circle of friends he didn't want to associate with. This story has been told several times by children in kindergarten. As I have done before, I am going to assume the character of the boy and narrate his story in the best way I can while hoping you would learn a thing or two about him. I am going to tell his story starting from the next paragraph.You know how it feels like when you tell your parents that you have a mental disorder and they are like; you have a demon inside you. That is how I felt the day I was diagnosed of multiple personality disorder. I was born into a catholic family. My father works as a sales manager for a big company while my mother works as a consultant in a law firm. They have little or no time for me but the beautiful thing is, I don't care!I live in a bi

Today was another Sunday that Uncle Max persuaded me to follow him to church. Of course, I agreed to go with him, hoping that I would find solace in the midst of godly people.The church service was the usual boring long talk of a vicar with the selfish interest to extort money from the congregation by using enchanting words that played bitterly with the heart. I wasn't touched by the vicar's words at all. Offering time came. Godly people formed two to three straight lines and marched in uniform as they walked towards the vicar. I was far behind them, sitting alone in the back seat with folded hands. I was sitting on a pew.Having spent more time talking to Uncle Max who was trying to convince me to ignore all the things I have heard about God, I felt exhausted. In silence, I and Uncle Max sat. For seconds that slowly turned to minutes, I stole glances at a godly woman who passed our pew. She was not adorable in her black skirt and brown shirt

The first day of the month always brings a special kind of relief. The relief that comes with knowing that you are starting a new month again. February is known for a lot of wonderful things. It has Valentine's day on the fourteenth day. It also debates on whether to extend its days to twenty-nine days or stay twenty-eight days for a while longer. I am going to do something awesome today. I am going to tell you a childhood dream that I had when I was young and played happily in the rain. It is about a flower. A special flower. It is about a Rose flower. A Rose is a red flower with the joy of two or three playful babies. It has a simple birth and a simple death. You plant it and watch it grow; and when your greed is matured enough, you pluck it. Rose was my first love. It happened when I was thirteen, when i sang Christmas songs and kicked every weed that came on my way. Her lovely charm lifted my first year of teenage hood and turned it into an unforgettable fun. Her body was an irre