THE DYNAMIC HAJIA

Hi dynamite, welcome back! I conversed with my mind a thousand and one times before finally grabbing my pen to write to YOU . It'd be unjust to not ask how you have been faring (I'd be in the comment session to read the gist{s}). For me, I've been doing my best to make myself and my society sane and safe (the "HOW" would be revealed soon). For now, just wish me the BEST! Something caught my attention about the hullabaloo of the ongoing ASUU strike, and the thought of throwing a question as regard it drifted into my mind. ________ So, shall we? I'm convinced that you must have been seeing some "ASUU-affected" students attest that the strike is a huge blessing to them; while some have signed up for and are sharpening new skills, others have found a space in the wealth system (they are making MONEY, gaining INFLUENCE, and are NETWORKING). Here is the question, and a really HONEST answer is required; Do you feel INTIMIDATED  reading their stories, or do ...

 "I lost my only daughter in January, 2020. It's been over two years, however, I am yet to let go of the grief. I learnt that time heals all wounds, but my heart still races each time I open the door to her room and every time I go to our courtyard–her favourite spot. Am I okay?"- Mrs A. I have personally faced the challenges of grief, just as Mrs. A is currently enduring. However, it is important to note that this piece is not about me; it is about Mrs. A and everyone who is navigating the difficult journey of grief. Let's talk about GRIEF , shall we? Lily Tomlin when questioned about his take on the phrase time heals all wounds said, " tragedy plus time equals comedy ." Tomlin is right, yes. Sometimes, we stare vaguely into the sky, ruminate over certain past hard or painful situations in life and now laugh about them. But the main point is that time is just a concept used to measure seconds, minutes, hours,..., years. Time is not a healer. It is quite und...

Have you read about Emmanuel Omole ? If you haven't, here is an overview of why he trended last week: Emmanuel had the choice to live or d.ie, and he opted for the latter. Emmanuel (now of blessed memory) ended it. Read in details here On the street of social media , netizens took the issue up and debated from varying viewpoints. Below are the two most prominent counterarguments: Ms A: He could have held his faith a while longer. S.uicide is not an option. Sir B: If you have an idea of what emotional trauma is, you will see through him and realize his decision to end it was much needed. He found his peace. I am happy for him. ________ This piece is for those who support Ms A or Sir B, and also those who might have the thought to make the news just like Emmanuel did, I mean those who want to end it also. Before you proceed, ensure you eject all iotas of prejudice, breathe in and out, and off...you go. Between September 2018 and January 2020, I broke down a thousand and one times, li...

  #guestpost Trophies don't always matter But braveness of the snail that raced with a cheetah It's not always about being a winner But reviving the long dead spirit of a learner It’s not always about feathers touching the sky But determination of the hen that flew high Winning over quitting deserves a medal For there's inequality in each success ladder So bury sadness, oh unsung champion! For it's dangerous than the venom of a scorpion ©️S-one speaking (+234 7087 6674 79) (Dedicated to those that are yet to achieve their dreams despite their effort).   Poem Analysis:  The poem projects that sometimes success isn't always about achieving ones’ dream but the ability to work on the dream amidst all odds. Some people will achieve success in a blink of an eye,while some will take years before they achieve their success. What really matters is the determination to keep striving, which according to the poet, deserves a medal.

Hi Dynamite, It feels good to write to you again. How is life with you? May you find peace amidst the chaos of life. Trending is Peter Obi's exit from the renowned People's Democratic Party (PDP) of Nigeria. You must have heard about it too, yeah? Surfing the street of Twitter, jumping from comments to comments, all I could mumble to myself was HE LEFT . I do not know why he did, I do not think you do too, but he does. And I'm convinced that he took the step for his GOOD. In June 2021, I discontinued my employment with three writing agencies. I didn't want to. But I did for my peace and sanity.  It took a long battle between my spirit, brain, and pocket(if you know, you know) before I could pluck up the courage to send my resignation text. And in less than thirty minutes, I became an erstwhile employee at the industries. I had thought that afterwards, I would have a red, bulgy eyes with my tissue paper offering condolence to my eyes and nose. But surprisingly, I was ann...

  Sometimes last year, I was invited as a guest poet to perform at an event. I did accept the invitation, but did not make the necessary preparations until it was two days to the D-day; it was then I discovered how taxing the theme was, and that I should have kicked off with the preparation long enough. The theme required analytical researches,  but my annoyingly relaxing nature made me ignore the preparation until later.  What I felt that day can be likened to the feeling of discovering a new topic in the examination hall. I was destabilised. I knew I could come up with meaningful lines, but I was convinced I'd have had an almost perfect presentation if I had taken not with levity the task.    'God no go shame me' was the word I muttered before taking the courage to grab my pen, plead with my brain, and tease my heart to put down some words. In fact, I almost chickened out in the course of the preparation.   The day came, and I did perform. I did get the a...

  Dear reader, I see how much you yearn to earn those feats. I see how much you shiver down your spine to breathe life into your aspirations. I see how tirelessly you toil on the soil to dig out your goals. I see how much sweat you perspire to create for yourself a future worth living. I see the heap of works ahead of you. I see EVERY effort of yours. I need you to beam a beautiful smile. And pat yourself lightly. You sef don try. You are not enough. You are more than enough. Your goals are valid and achievable. Dear Dynamite, like the river, you will flourish. Like honey, sweetness shall not disperse your life. I am super proud of you. I celebrate your existence. YOU WILL BLOOM. Love, The D.H.❤️ PS: Ramadan Kareem to y'all Muslim Dynamites. I pray ALLAH Ta'ala accept our fast as an act of Ibadah. Aameen You can reach out to me via; Mail @ dynamichajia@gmail.com WhatsApp @ +234(0) 806 9296 704 Facebook @ Khaddie Sunmola Instagram @ the_dynamic_hajia Twitter @ Dynamic Hajia