Welcome To Temituope's Diary

Her hands were so cold. Tears kept rolling down as I recalled the days when they were warm. I remembered how those hands used to curdle me as a boy. Now it's just a piece of flesh. My mind flashed back to the last time I held those hands and felt the warmth. That was three years ago when I last spared time to visit. Her grey hair had increased, her skin was wrinkled and her sight had deemed. With a stammering voice she asked: "When will I see you again?" "Soon mama, soon" I replied "How soon? I wouldn't be here forever"  Those where her last words to me as I rushed away, I had work to do. But now I wished I had taken those words more seriously. I worked in a bank and I was at the top of my game at reaching the peak of my career. Four years consecutively, I had received the award of the most dedicated and resourceful staff in my bank; I had never been so proud. But all that doesn't matter anymore. Staring at my mother and caressing her han

Here I am sitting on the floor, soaked in my tears and drowned by devastation. Everything seems worthless if we can save the world but fail the very people that mean the world to us. My name is Ada and I'm a journalist, a lawyer. Most importantly a women's right advocate and therein lies the problem, I limited my advocacy to women because I thought they were always the victims but I was so wrong. For starters, I lost my mum at a very young age to domestic violence. My dad beat her like he never loved her, to the point that I was convinced that he enjoyed it. I still can remember times that he dealt with her so brutally that I and my elder brother begged her to run away. The few times she did, my dad and his family always came begging with the usual lie of a promise that he was changed. So my mum always went back "for our sake" till he eventually murdered her right before my very eyes. It was the most traumatic experience I ever had. My dad was arrested and eventuall

My name is Morenike. Sitting here frustrated, I stare at my whole life and the grevious mistakes I've made. It all started in my 100 level days shortly after I gained admission into the prestigious Babcock University. Just like every other person, I was so excited to be an "undergraduate", I was full of so much energy and expectations. Like most freshers, I was a novice who knew very little about life and had no strong values or belief system in place, no solid moral foundation; so it didn't take long before I was blown away by the wind and enticement of university life. In my first year, I had three roommates, Tola, Esther and Dolapo, they were all in their final year so I natural looked up to them both for advice and guidance because I thought they knew best but I was so wrong. About two weeks after resumption, i met two girls who invited me to church on Sunday. As much as this girls sounded so convincing, it just didn't make sense to me. I mean, We were alrea

......... continued Emeka had been found unconscious in an hotel room and had been rushed to the hospital. Apparently, he had been drugged and robbed by the prostitute he had slept with.  Kudirat fell to the floor in tears and confusion. It took her about two minutes to put herself together and reach for her car-keys. At the hospital, she was welcomed with a more shocking news. Emeka had been diagnosed of Cirrhosis  of the liver. His liver had been badly damaged by excessive drinking that the doctor recommended a liver transplant to save his life. The surgery would require him travelling to India that the entire cost was running into fifteen million naira and Kudirat had no idea how she was going to raise that huge amount of money within a short time considering her present financial predicament. So many thoughts swept through her mind. She thought of informing Emeka family about his situation but she was scared of them. She had confided in her pastor, he encouraged her to let his

Kudirat staggered as she saw another devastating bank alert, this man was about to ruin her. He had just yanked another hundred thousand naira from her account. That was the second time that week. When she confronted him the first time, He came up with his usual business related excuses but she knew he was lying and began an argument which escalated into a bitter quarrel. As he result he left the house that day without a word of were he was going to and didn't come back until the evening of the following day. She knew this whole marriage to Emeka was a mistake but didn't want to admit it to herself or anyone. She was married to a loser who kept going from one business venture to another and failing at each endeavor, squandering her money in the process. He was a graduate of economics but refused to take up any paid job as he insisted that he didn't want to work for anyone. Thrice, Kudirat had secured well-paid jobs for him, the first one with the oil company she worked for

Recently, a wealthy business man in my town died and to my surprise, a lot of people felt no sympathy for him or his family talk less of mourning him. The reason was not far-fetched, he lived a selfish, unsympathetic and money-driven life which made him step on many toes during his life time thereby gathering numerous haters for himself. To be honest, I had never heard people talk so badly about a deceased person as they did of this man and it got me rather disturbed. It done on me that money and fame is really profitless if you fail to impact and put smiles on the faces around you. Of course you can never please everybody but the importance of giving back to the society cannot be over-emphasized. Remember your wealth was accumulated from the society so I'm of the opinion that it's rather unfair and in fact illogical for you to refuse to give back to it in the nearest future. The truth is by giving back, you become more fulfilled and at the same time the society is made happy