• Just a thought

    GET GOD OUT OF THAT BOX!

    I relearned an old lesson today. I have always known that I shortchange myself each time I expect God to come to me or move in a defined way all the time yet, sometimes I still place him in an imaginary box. It is funny how often we do that though. Like a mother will do to her child, we sit back and give God nonverbal- sometimes verbal- instructions on how to work in us, for us and through us and if he doesn’t follow our guidelines, we assume he’s not working at all and miss out on His dealings in our lives.  Do we not know that God cannot…

  • Just a thought

    I DIED.

    Dying is one thing and staying dead another. Here I share with you my struggles with death, particularly the incessant tussle between the will to stay dead and the temptation to live again. Death is a scary thing for the timid and uncertain, but for the courageous and discerning, it is only a phase; a dark tunnel that leads to brilliant light. Living, as it was, had always seemed profitable yet it guaranteed nothing in the end but a fatal death accompanied by anguish, while the death I speak of is in its entirety a rite of passage to fullness of life. Amusing oxymoron? I know. For how can you…

  • Opinions

    A REMARK ON FOLUKE DARAMOLA’ PHILOSOPHY OF GENDER INEQUALITY 

    I bet you wonder why I’d go through the stress of writing an unsolicited response to a comment that perhaps is not worth much. Or, if you are quite familiar with my commitment to gender-related issues, you may conclude that I have no self-control. But I do. Yet, I seem to have friends who are relentless in their efforts to save me from what in their opinion is a destructive path. They ever so dutifully snoop for trending anti-feminist conversations and quotes, and plaster them in my face, that perhaps I’d be saved from perceived damnation. So, as expected, one of my saviours brought Daramola’s comments to my notice. I’m…

  • Serials

    Butterfly or Moth?

    Dear Sista, Happy new month! What a year! Irrespective of your experiences so far, I encourage you to take on the coming days with renewed hopes for better dealings. In this letter, as always, I’m addressing the evolving you and I hope you think through this read. As a teenager, I hated moths. I could never have been offended by any but I just couldn’t stand them. In my opinion, they were unfortunate butterflies who pale in comparison to the lucky ones. So, out of sheer disgust, I developed an obsession to kill moths in sight, while I admired and celebrated butterflies. Brutal, but that’s the fatality of ignorance. Today,…

  • Just a thought

    S.T.R.E.T.C.H

    I am eternally grateful for the timely wakeup calls I get every time I slip into complacency, at the wake of an achievement. This is not an uncommon practice for ordinary humans like me. Upon achieving a feat, we usually heave a sigh of relief and treat our egos to the buffet of accolades and praises that accompany our success.  Honestly, this is not as bad as it may sound. In fact, thumbs up for a job well done is well-deserved and necessary validation. But as we feast on and relish these validations, we must be careful not to binge because as satisfying as they can be, their essence is…