THE DYNAMIC HAJIA

  In the past few months, I had several opportunities to write and handsomely paid, it is a huge one to grab, right? Yeah, it is but your baby girl accepted few and humbly rejected many. Surprising????  One of the most important things to me is making good grades, so it is quite unfortunate that those opportunities came while I was preparing for and writing my second semester examination. Indubitably, accepting all the proposals would affect my academics; these are formal write-ups that require utmost scrutiny and dedication but since I was stuck reading for my examination, they are better off humbly rejected than badly cooked as this might ruin the reputation of my job. While multitasking can be efficacious in certain circumstances, it is almost impossible to multitask in some others. Accepting the proposals would require certain level of commitment and this, coupled with exam stress might affect my health status, yes! I placed myself, my health before money and right now, I ...

  At the shopping mall today, It was such an awful scene at the mall today when some pilferer managed into the hall amidst the crowd. I had such interesting talk with my sister that I didn't notice anything was going on until a loud voice came from the end of the mall. The hear of "I am doomed, my wallet and phone have been stolen" reawoken my lost mind. I was shocked and confused. When I tried to move closer to the source of the noise, the creak of a young man around his mid twenties startled me. He kept using the word "doomed" as he wailed. The security men trued to calm him down but his muscular strength kept bulging him to show some more dexterity. "Young man, what is the matter with you? You're brooding this much over a wallet, what if you lost a loved one? How will you act? After all, you're a man! So, get up and stop acting womanly." I was dazed by those expression that I had to excuse him from the crowd to have a chat with him and proba...

  ''There is every tendency that you will make the best research and yet, give an ineffective presentation" - Seyi Odebode. The maxim above will forever linger in my memory. And each time I remember, reasons to never allow the mistake I made on the 11th of February, 2020 reoccur strike me. Long before I gained admission into higher institution, I've always written beautiful piece and thus gave me the confidence to grasp, with no iota of doubt in my ability, at the opportunity to represent my department in the debate competition organised for freshmen in the faculty. Yes, I prepared assiduously for the competition but ironically, my performance was far from being efficient and the reasons are not far-fetched. First, the various facets of arts (writing and speaking being vital) but sadly, I hadn't understood this concept at the time of the debate. Dating back to elementary school, I've always being eager to speak as much as I write then and recounting all the tim...

  After pushing the publish button on the 4th of March, 2021, I knew it would be a goodbye till the end of the semester. Have you ever been in a situation where no motivation could stop you from bidding a farewell to what you love the most? Dear dynamite, never have I thought I'd go into a 'writing recess' for this long. I know you never did too. I'm sorry for being away for eons (pardon my hyperbole. Lol). Over the past few months, several loyal readers of my articles have DMed me on Whatsapp with questions like, 'have you stopped writing?', 'have you really been so busy?', 'where have you been?', etc. To kick off with my explanation/answers to those questions, I need you to know that I will NEVER quit writing. The very first moment I penned a piece down, I vowed not to to quit and yes, I'll never revoke the vow. Dear reader, if you are doing anything of value, do not ever stop, yes! the world would give you reasons to withdraw and discard i...

  Waking up to Dups every single rise of the sun; the light peck on my cheek, the long, warm hug and the gaiety on his face all account for my joy as a woman. Even as a teenager, I found myself in the midst of handsome, dark, huge guys and luckily, the man I am married to is all I've longed for.     A one-time queen of my faculty, I have the mesmerising charisma that would render any man agaze, so I am not astonished that the 'ladies' man (Dups) became my king. Dups and I had our first meeting during the freshers orientation program in our college, he sat by me and in no time, we engaged in a conversation but unfortunately, we forgot to exchange our contacts. Few weeks later, we bumped into each other and that time, we conversed more. It was during our conversation that I got to know that we were in the same faculty, he was a medical student while I was a nursing student, how great that was! His alluring personality couldn't make me decline his offer of friendship on th...

VEILED  Old Mamman : Forever would you be in bondage In your life book, sadness shall dwell on each page You would wear beyond your age For you have been bereft and thrown in cage  Lady Maryam :  Beneath my veil I merry and gale For in spirit I am hale And I stand tall beyond your tale Old Mamman : How pretty you look uncloaked Wit' your silky hair being flicked You could be mistaken for a mermaid So sad you choose to veil up like a maid Lady Maryam : Have you heard of the inner beauty? Which outshines that of the bona vardering peacock Even the rose's petals bow For my heart is clean, hence, my beauty cannot escape  Old Mamman :  Art thou not abashed? Your sheen hair veiled and your voice hushed Your loose dress like chemise Has kept away the charming Prince  Lady Maryam :  Look you, Fortune Hunter My Rabbi hath made for me my destined lover And forever shall I shield my hair For the man who is my dear. #Dedicated to all Muslimahs across the globe ...

  Nigeria, September 24, 1999. Grumbled to fly out of the bed My Eyelids clung fondly to each other I was --------- not blind, but lost sight My darling pupil lost its potency -------- it was all dark Goose pimples resonated with the contraction of my hair erector Hay! My legs rejected impulse from the effector My legs shook in pity ------ they were useless My heart raced faster than Usain Bolt In the eighth minute My inner spirit whispered 'Anike, you are in the land in yonder' 'Oh! I'm dead', I muttered I was woken by grandma's voice She came to drop the goods invoice I sat jumbled ---- I narrated my ordeal Grandma bewildered, she shouted, 'you were dead but Eledumare returned your spirit' * Paris, December 27, 2006. * Still in the yuletide mood The jolly was in its highness in my hood Big Cousin and I toured the street and many girls were wooed Accolades to our feet, we would have been sued I tucked in my bed in the third hour ...