I had just taken this picture when she asked me that question. Had to remove her image... Sorry. Privacy policies... Yes, that question. We were in a popular frozen yogurt franchise. We were sitting around a table meant for four people. She was seated by my left hand side. 'Mrs' (not mine, but another's) was … Continue reading Do You Love Me?
Prophet (Dr.) Abi’ Samuel
(Thank you R. O for letting me do this. May you always have parables to tell.) I have never deceived myself. I think that that is the worst sort of deception, when you lie to yourself. My name is Prophet (Dr.) Abi' Samuel. I shepherd a flock of about three hundred and fifty souls in … Continue reading Prophet (Dr.) Abi’ Samuel
The Hospital
I am many things. But tonight, I am a doctor. The man had diabetes. When we met for my prognosis he weighed 292 pounds, all of which supported a diagnosis of type 2 diabetes mellitus. His disease was initially managed with diet, exercise, and metformin (Glucophage). Four months later, with weight loss and exercise, his … Continue reading The Hospital
My 2019!
Hmmmm....(in a Nigerian accent) I do not know where to begin this story from. But indeed I must. As is common in my religion, the first few days, weeks and /or months of a year are dedicated to fasting and prayer. Yours truly did partake thereof these holy rites. The fasts end by six in … Continue reading My 2019!
WANTED: A SOUL.
Do not read this story out loud at night. Do not read this story in front of a mirror. Do not. Never ever. Do these two things at the same time. The first time it happened, I was about five years old. My mother was out of town I think. We were left with her … Continue reading WANTED: A SOUL.
Arinta’s Guardian
It is not in my place to ask him questions. I do not ask because I should not. He recently contracted my chambers as his attorney for LIFE. As long as he is not breaking any law, I will keep my peace. But we all know that he returned from Arinta Waterfalls a different man. … Continue reading Arinta’s Guardian
The Ruckus At Erin-Ijesha
At least the Indian guy had decorum. Raju or whatever my husband calls him. The other one, Goody, or whatever her name is was just plain getting on my nerves! They were both seated behind in my car. We were behind the Toyota Hiace bus #backpackersabuja had chartered to convey the rowdy bunch to some … Continue reading The Ruckus At Erin-Ijesha
