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Tears rolled down her eyes as she stared at the breeze. She had just been fired! Her rent was about to expire and she couldn't afford to pay for another year. She didn't know how to break the news to her parents who had relied on the monthly allowance she sent them; that would soon be history. More tears dropped down her eyes. What broke her heart mostly was his betrayal. She literally became his sex toy just to keep her job but he fired her all the same. She lost her boyfriend because of him now she was about to lose her sanity. That was the point she wished she could take back the hand of time; she wished she had never taken that job in the first place, it was a decision made out of greed. Just then, her phone rang. It was Mr Bello, a married man who desperately wanted to get in between her laps. She picked his call for the first time in a long time; he was her last option. At least he could give her money to pay her rent. More tears dropped from her eyes as she agreed to a &

I was at a child dedication last Sunday and in front of us were two lovely bundles of joy. In times like that, I wished to be a mother of twins someday. But that wish was reversed when the mother uttered a statement. "Be careful what you wish for though" She complained about not having enough sleep and being stress out by the girls. So it was more like a stressful-sweet experience. It made me realize how much we humans are quick to wish for things without even taking time to think of what comes with this wishes. We wish for certain expensive cars but we never really think about the fuel consumption and general maintenance cost to see if it rhythms with our pockets. I remember when I was still in high school. I always prayed to study law without even considering the academic workload and its high grading standards. Now I'm in it and there's no turning back. Even something as minor as hair transitioning. I've met quite a number of women who regret chopping off their

In the brilliant words of Honorable Justice Nikki Tobi of the Supreme Court of Nigeria: “English is English, Nigeria is Nigeria. The English are English. So also the Nigerians are Nigerians. Theirs are theirs, ours are ours. Theirs are not ours, ours are not theirs. We cannot therefore continue to ‘enjoy this borrowing spree’ or merry frolic at the detriment of our legal system. We cannot continue to pay loyalty to our colonial past with such servility or servitude. After all, we are no more in slavery” These words got to me and it brought my mind to the fact that we have this “borrowing culture”. It brought my mind to the fact that most of our laws, including local statues, are only a replica of “the English”. While I kept meditating on this disturbing thought, I realized that this “copy and paste” attitude is not peculiar to our legal system alone; Nigerians seem to generally love “copying”. Have you ever wonder why most organizations,both governmental and non-governmental, require t

I realized Temituope's Diary had already clocked a year already and I was like; "wow, time really flies". I can still remember when I started the blog, the encouragement I got from people and the negativity I got from "haters"; it all seems like yesterday. I would say that this past one year of blogging has been more to my advantage. It has improve my communication skills, it has made me a better thinker, it has improved my self-awareness, it has boosted my self-esteem and finally, it has earned me more respect and expectations from people. However, one thing I've observed is that a whole lot of people out there don't like reading. To say it in another way; a lot of people out there are lazy when it comes to reading especially when it comes to reading stuff that are not academic or politically related and are not based on contemporary stuffs that easily attract attention. If a post doesn't relate directly to any of these, there is a high tendency tha

I grew up being that kind of person that always kept a "straight face" and that gave people the impression that I was not approachable. It scared a lot of people away from me and made me lose a whole of people that would have been amazing friends. I didn't really have a reason for the "straight face". At first I thought I was doing it to avoid taken for granted but later I concluded that it was just me being me. This "straightface" continued until one day, my mum stared and at me and asked: "Do you know how ugly and unattractive you look when you frown?" Those words hit me on the face and for the first time I realised that this "straight-face" I carried the whole time wasn't exactly the best. A few days later, i discussed this issue with a friend and she told me a lot of people had said a lot of "nice" things about me. Some said was unapproachable and so full of myself, some said I look like someone carrying the entire