Hey guys! how are y’all? it’s been a while. Hope you guys are doing great, isolating, staying indoors and sanitizing.I just wanted to share some thoughts with y’all so let’s get down to it.

What are your thoughts about dreams? Mind you, I don’t mean the scary ones you see at night whilst you’re asleep or the ones where you’re flirting with a crush you will never talk to (lol). I mean your dreams about your achievements and things you would want to accomplish as you keep growing in life. Maybe another time we will talk about that crush of yours that you seriously need to talk to but right now, let’s delve into something else. I will share some conversations I have had with some folks and friends of mine for some time now. But before that I would want to ask, what’s your thought about dreams? basically should your dreams scare you?

So, I had this conversation with a friend of mine and she told me about how she broke down in the loo, crying. I asked why and she told me she was scared of her dreams and that anxiety just got a hold of her and she couldn’t hold the tears back. But I understood her point of view, where she was coming from. She had quite a lot of things to say about her achievements. She mentioned a few things she would want to do, how she would want to be so successful as a result of hard work and all this accomplished at an early age and to live a life of ease where she would never have to work too much or be stressed with work. As a result of those early hard working days and her success (I don’t know if you get me). But the question remained that she was anxious about those dreams and the process it will take to get to that place of rest she wants.

In another conversation I had with another friend, She talked about how she would want to have her own foundation where she would be of help to young people and the society, training and supplying basic needs for them.

”I want to go into interior designing and own event centers”. ”Mind blowing events centers” she called it where top members of the society, Politicians, generally rich folks get hitched or get their children hitched. She said if any major wedding or major event was to be held in the country then it definitely was her services that would be hired to handle the decoration. Yeah, big dreams!

This is another conversation I had with another Friend. This conversation came from a place of boldness. She spoke to me with so much courage and assurance. I envied how bold she was as we kept gisting. It was as if she was sure these things were waiting for her to come accomplish them, Dreams.

I don’t know what it is with Canada or about Canada that people just want to go there. My guy says he is saving up to go to Canada. He is an animator, a content creator and designer. He says he sees himself going to Canada and smashing a lot of opportunities waiting there. And then there is the nurse, a registered nurse I must add. She sees herself and her career going to Canada. She talks about taking her practice there. According to her, nurses are very well appreciated overseas and of course well paid.

Finally, there is the aspiring politician. I asked him one time what kind of a politician he wanted to be, the good one or the bad one? He said to me, ”my brother, there are no good politicians. I laughed hard.

But honestly, when I think about my own dreams, the places I want to be and the things I want to achieve as I grow, sometimes I get anxious. Anxious about other things that might come to play as distractions, anxious about the process. But mostly anxious about how big they are. Right now it seems to me like my dreams are beyond me. But I see it as if I can have those dreams, then I can be those dreams. And the answer to the question should your dreams scare you? for me, Yeah it’s possible. if your dreams don’t scare you or atleast make you anxious then I don’t know. Dream some more, sorry. But when that scare comes, when that fear comes. I draw strength from inspiration, inspiration from the Successful ones. And when it tries to get overwhelming, I draw strength from faith. Faith in God. My Faith over fears.


If you got to the end, thank you. If you skipped some part, thank you. Thank you so much. Please I would love if you could use the comment box. Just share your thoughts with me about dreams.Remember to stay indoors and stay safe!

Moonlight, sunshine and sparkle

It was all jollification and celebration as she rounded up that chapter of her life. Ladoke Akintola University of Technology (lautech) was a vehicle she boarded 5 years back and finally, she had gotten to her destination. She was a graduate and it brought so much joy and happiness to her, her family, her friends and loved ones. There was no slowing down for her and she wanted to quickly move onto the next chapter of life. She had applied for the National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) to oblige to her nations call of service for one year. As fate would have it, it would not just be a service to her country but a service to meet love and happiness coming her way.

In July the 7th month, 7 the number of completeness (as folks would say the day of rest), If she had received a premonition earlier stating she would find completeness and rest literally in human form that period of her life, I wonder what her thoughts would have been like. She entered Obafemi Awolowo University as she was posted there for work and as the days went by carrying out her service, on this faithful day the head of the department introduced them to the students undergoing their doctorate of philosophy degree in her field of study, Human Anatomy. And as she walked around exchanging hellos and sipping her coke, a young and handsome looking bloke with his dope polo shirt, baggy jeans and snickers approached her. As he got closer, he stretched out his hands for an introduction and names were exchanged. He was not your regular big guy with biceps and all but he looked good and was okay.

As the weeks went by, they would greet and exchange more hellos, winks, smiles and eye signals. It is known that the eyes are mainly used for sight but between them, their eyes played much more role than just sight. A lot of indirect messages were sent, some mouth watering telepathic signals, indeed something beautiful was cooking up and in one of their run ins, contacts were exchanged and there were more conversations between them. She was getting fond of him, what was there not to like about him? He was good looking, he was kind, he was very intelligent and hard working and even with all of his enormous work he’d always make time for her and generally, she had a thing for good boys. She was totally into him and there was nothing like the name’s he called her – ”My
sunshine”. How serenading the sound of his voice calling her that, such unique, vulnerable and safe feeling all at once.
On the other hand, who wouldn’t want her? She was smart, funny, intelligent, hard working and always happy with all of her liveliness. She was top notch, she said to herself. All that was left to say were his intentions towards her and she was sure of what she wanted.
Soon, they hit things off but it was on that fateful day at Spice restaurant at the university, he had called for them to go on a lunch date, admist all the sweet little nothings, flirtations, a lot of smiles and
laughters it was this words he used, in all of their life together that she would never forget. As they sat directly opposite each other, he looked at her consciously and with all seriousness and said “Kaffy, I don’t fall in love like the usual individual does, I grow in love and if you give us a chance I would love to grow in love with you”. Wow! Yeah, she was astonished. What sort of line was that? Who in the world would ask someone for commitment in such manner? As surprised as she was, it was sweet, she felt safe in those words that she could do.
As months went to years and issues and complications hit them from all sides, I wonder what she was more unsure off, the complications they had personally, that line he used or even parental issues, his dad wondered why he wanted to get hitched to a Yoruba lady. What in the world, she thought.

I can remember she said to me as I wrote, how charming ‘my moonlight’ Looked (Yeah, he wasn’t the only one good with names), I carefully did my own research to come up with that name (lol), With his clean cut, His dashing suit with baggy trousers (lol), His big grin and more of those telepathic eye signals filled with love and joy, and her smile as he recited his vows, for little whole me to be his wife, to have and to hold me, for better, for worse, in riches and
riches (winks, quite frankly I haven’t seen them poor), in sickness and in health, for the rest of our lives, He said. By now she was more sure of what she wanted, not a doubt, they had grown and were growing in love, with both parents and families by their side. It was indeed a day of rib cracking laughters, bliss and a whole lot of attire changing.

Sunshine, Moonlight, So many lights and after a year, Still in July the 7th month, it was time for those lights to spread. it was time for their light to Sparkle.

💝. M .

Hey y’all, happy Valentine’s, I hope y’all enjoyed reading as I did writing. And also I hope your Valentine is going way better than mine. Don’t forget to live a comment, Thank you.

Life is sweet

Firstly, I apologize for not putting up any new articles on my blog in a while. I’m sincerely sorry. I had one hell of a semester with exams and all, which was successful by the way and for the two that were somehow, I know when the lecturer is marking, He’ll only see excellence (winks). I am currently resting at the bosom of my sweet Sister who cooks delicious meals. Shout out to Mama Sparkle!!

One of the reasons I had the inspiration for this topic, Life is sweet is that for the past couple of months, I’ve consciously noticed myself using the phrase. I’m yet to figure out where or how it came about but anytime I just think of all the challenges or events I might be going through at that period, I always notice my self using the phrase ”life is sweet”, meaning that no matter what, I will always come out of that situation or challenge I’m going through successfully or just come out of eventually. I think about some special moments and events I have experienced this past year and indeed, life is sweet.

I think about God’s unconditional and everlasting love for me, His forgiving nature, His provisions, His protection, His guidance, His outpouring strength to me on a daily basis and how this affects everyone connected to me and I just feel and know that indeed, life is sweet. God has made it sweet and for every reason that comes after this, it’s all Connected to God’s grace.

I think about the beautiful and loving family I have, My parents, My siblings, My nieces and nephew, I think about the joy they bring into my life, I think about my persistent and monthly disturbance to them, If you know, And how they responded, I can only hope and wonder what the future has in store for us which I know is only going to get more glorious and sweeter. Life indeed is sweet.

I have always had this thing with me. Sometimes I enjoy being in my own space, hoarded by my thoughts, good thoughts, some worth sharing, and I think about this blessed idea of writing, Which I hope it has been quite educative or funny or blessed or just there to a few folks, yeah for such blessed and wonderful idea, And the strength and courage it took to put my thoughts down, yeah life is sweet .

I Think of the semesters I just had in school, We thank God for the first one, But most especially the second semester, Because before it started we heard stories, Quite anxious story, Not that I was, Never for a second was I scared of it, But we heard stories of the calculations and stress we were going to meet, Some of our senior colleagues made it sound so serious, Yeah it was serious, we knew we had to buckle up, but to me i knew it would not be something I couldn’t come out of standing strong, I believe my course mates felt that way too, yeah so life is sweet.

Sometime this year my roomie of life, My sister looked at me and said to me that she thanked God for the kind of friends he has given me, that she has seen them to be very helpful for me, being there when she’s not, and I never really thought much about it then, because I know for a fact that it was true, PS : it’s vice versa, before those mushins start smiling sheepishly, I have played the role of “Mr escort”, “Doctor”, “The therapist”, this I dida lot. I think I even had a case sent to me just two days ago, even yesterday, Lmao Sometimes I wonder why they do that because I feel I have nothing to offer, Am a very sweet person don’t doubt that, Anyways the point is, I think of my friends the semester, how they got my back, “The CAC”, and some special ones, The struggles we are going through together, the ideas this great minds not little minds have birthed, and I consciously think about our future, my future, how glorious and successful it’s going to be, indeed life is sweet.

Then I bring it comes down to society, how every aspect of what’s going on in the society today affects our day to day life, Still with all the good and bad going on in the society, My own view to this is that we keep continually Praying, working, yeah a lot of smart and hard working and Hoping for a better society, And to focus more on the good going on in the society today, Or you want to tell me you don’t know that the Gospel of Jesus Christ is taking over the world, ‘yass’ I’m a Christian , Or you haven’t heard what lawmakers and writers are doing in the society today, ‘no ask me ohh go online’ Or you haven’t heard of how Afro beats has gone global , you can ask burna boy, Lol. Please sorry oh , what do I know. I know one thing though.

Life indeed is sweet.


Hoped you enjoyed reading like I did writing, please use the comments box and tell me what you think about it. I again sincerely apologize for the long wait. We promise to do more – a lot of table breaking articles coming, stay tuned. Merry Christmas and a happy new year in advance.

To my little girl.

So, I have this conversation most times, I talk about it mostly to myself, my pals and it’s about my unborn child, my daughter that’s yet to come. I would always tell them about how I would love for my first child to be a girl and wish she will be the type that will cling to her dad and also the type who wouldn’t let strangers carry her. Yeah, it’s weird right? I don’t know the reasons for this but maybe it’s because of my brothers whose first children are these wonderful girls that I love so much or I just fancy girls too much, I have no idea but when I eventually have the answer to this, I would be sure to share them.

Anyways my pumpkin, my little girl, I have thought about you more times than I can remember. There are times when I might be having a bad day or mood swings and I just seem to be restless but when the thought of you comes, it comes with peace for me. Also, there are times when I’m out and I see the unconditional love parents show to their kids, I know mine won’t differ. So thank you sweet pea. On this particular day, I was thinking of you and thought to write to you.
PS: Y’all can keep your premonitions and what if’s, about the child being a boy, being twins. I have heard them all but for any little one that comes, I will love them the same, the more the merrier.

So to my little girl.

To Stacy or Rose or Yvee or Mine (I’m yet to choose) or if I get to change your name to something else,
My beloved daughter in whom I will forever love, cherish and be pleased with, You have given me immense joy and happiness just by thinking of you. I have wished and prayed and continually pray for you.

For when God blesses me with you, it will take sometime, but I look forward to having you, I look forward more than anything in the world to the day your mum will bring you into this world. I look forward to that first cry of happiness. More than anything, I look forward to holding you for the first time and I look forward to the day you will call me dad and I promise, I will be ready to take full responsibility for it. You are not here yet but I promise before you come I will be totally ready for you, ready to hold your hands, show you to the world and tell them you are mine.
I promise to teach you to love always and never judge, to be nice, loving, prayerful, thankful, caring, forgiving and smart, bold and courageous and a formidable woman that you will grow up to be. I look forward to holding you always, watching you as you learn to crawl and walk, to taking you to school and picking you up any chance I get, to helping you with your assignments, teaching you to drive, to swim (even if I haven’t learned yet), teaching you how to cook (even though that doesn’t seem like my duty), Also how to play the piano (even though I’m yet to learn or will never learn). I promise to give you the best and proper advices about boys with a lot of your mum’s help here, the best advices about your studies and life in general.
I promise to be very watchful of every aspect of your life, to be very watchful of the gifts, talents and skills you will hone. Till you grow from a child, to your teens, till you will become an adult were at some point you would have to stop me from still checking and watching over you, claiming to be a big girl, even though I will never still fully stop, I look forward to them all and much more.

So much joy fills my heart when I think about the smile and big heart of mine you will inherit. When I think about all of the father and daughter memories we will share, going to church together worshipping and learning God’s word, All of your birthdays, oh God I will so load you with all kinds of gifts and presents, Your special 18th birthday, Watching movies together and sobbing to the emotional ones (I pray that attitude stops before your arrival), watching football matches together, my sure Barcelona fan, been wowed by the dribbles and skills and celebrating the goals, all of our play times and dancing, your graduations at school, I pray to be at all them if am chanced, Your matriculation and definitely I will be at you

r convocation or graduation from university or college. I’m overjoyed inside me as I think of my future and you in all of these moments.

I promise sweet pea that I won’t shed any tear as am called forward to have the dad and bride dance at your wedding, I promise not to shed any tear as I give your hands to the man that will have and hold your heart and hand for forever, which by the way will seem impossible, because of how much you will mean the world to me.
Thank you little one for blessing my thoughts, I hope to show this to you one day, if my premonitions are right.

I love you forever,

Let me tell you a story

When I was in secondary school, there was this very nice lady who sold a variety of sweet snacks – sausages, beef and beans pies, egg rolls, both fried and baked. I can remember that sometimes my friends and I would leave class the period before break time so that we could buy her beans pie and eat when it was still very hot. Oh boy, those snacks were delicious.

Sometimes, this lady will come with her son who I think was also in secondary school. He would come and help his mum with these chores during school hours when others were learning. Sometimes I would come out, say to pee or something else and I would see him with his mum working. On some occasions, he would be around even on his uniforms. We didn’t attend the same school though but when I saw this kid back then, I would wonder how he coped with school, how he would be able to further his education with what the mum was doing but then I never gave it much thought. I was still a kid, a kid in Secondary school, I had other interesting things to do; girls, football, my studies, the playing around generally and all the other Secondary school fun stuff, so I thought. I was never really worried. Eventually, he would find his way.

Fast forward to five or six years later, last month to be precise on a Saturday, studying for my first semester exams, I was in class with a colleague of mine and this lady walked into the class with her kids, one on her back and the other, would be between 3 to 5 years of age, walking before them. They came into the class picking empty bottles to make drinks (zobo or Kunu) to sell and I thought about the the kid from my secondary school days. This time, I was really worried, bitter, I wasn’t that kid in secondary school anymore so it stuck to me for a while. I was just lost staring at them even to the extent my colleague poked me and asked what was wrong. I had to share my thoughts about the situation with her and at the end of our short conversation, who to blame was left in our minds – the parent or even society? but at the end of the day, who are we to judge? As they left the class to another one to continue with their job, I resumed my studying still worried for the kid.

And so, the evening of the next day being Sunday or could be the upper Sunday (I think) I was going to school to study as well and behold! I walked past the kid in my secondary school, the same kid skipping class to help his mum with her snack-selling job. He was carrying some books with some friends all laughing and this was in the University of Port Harcourt axis. The same kid I wondered for but was never really worried about, he was definitely a student of the university. Oh Boy! I was glad, excited and happy inside me as I walked past them. Prior to this day, I think I was in a shop getting something still in UNIPORT area and I saw someone from behind walking down about a mile away or a bit farther from where I was but I didn’t bother to stretch or look much because he had gone far. Besides, one thought came like “what would he be doing here?” On this particular Sunday, there was no reason for doubt. I saw him clearly and even walked past him. He doesn’t know me nor do I him that much, he was just an acquaintance from my school days that I saw sometimes. Some would say that it could be that he wasn’t even a student of the university. After all, it was weekend and not a lecture day that I saw him but I wonder what a guy from Agbarho in Delta State was doing all this way at a university area.

It Still doesn’t matter anyway, because what I choose to believe is that the young guy is a student of the University of Port Harcourt, a consistent and hard working guy, who found a guardian angel, who was graced and favoured, who I would definitely talk to if or when I see him again and maybe share all these with him.

And as I proceeded on my way to class, I thought of that kid I met in class while I was studying helping out his mum with bottle picking and I smiled because inside me there was this conviction.I just knew he would be alright, his guardian angel was close by.


P.S : You can always send me your comments, just tell me what you think about it. Bless up.


How charmed I sometimes be, about the thought of love.

Love as crisps as the night air, cool and fresh like the scents and waves of the ocean.

How handsome and beautiful, this feeling is shared between two people.

Such affection, devotedness so unique and profoundly special.

A shared passion filled with so much imperfections and perfections.

This Enchantment of love, with all of its cheatings and scandals.

An attachment loaded with all of its betrayals and loyalty.

Love that sometimes require a lot bravery.

Love with all of his kept and broken promises.

Love with all of its beautiful and wonderful memories.

The warmth and sweetness of dinners, birthdays, picnics, outings, breakfast in bed, tours that couples share.

This feeling of love, that Sometimes come with starving stomach, sleepless nights, all of its sacrifices generally.

Sometimes this aftection towards another could just be buried in, for unseen and advantageous reason, even it hurts.

This Fondness of love that comes with alot of morning, afternoon and mostly, amazing night calls.

No Matter how many heartbreaks, divorces, broken relationships and how some folks in the world think or say about Love due to their own reasons.

Nothing beats how utterly captivated and smitten I sometimes be when I think about or see people that have truly shared this wonderful passion with all of its negative and positive features.

I come out with thoughts and smiles of this enchantment, truly I have been charmed.

I have truly been hypnotized by the thought of the sweetness and splendor of Love.

How unfortunate and an irony, that I am yet to have my fair shared experience, well, I guess there is a time for everything.

.M. 💝

April 28th

Why April 28th?
Firstly, This day marks the birth of a wonderful, caring and loving woman, who birthed someone special;

Someone very Beautiful, bold, generous, full of life and love, an embodiment of gifts and talent.”PS, her Egusi soup game is on point”

Madam I sometimes call her, with her infectious smiles and all of her naughtiness, madam who listens to me and respects me in her own funny way, someone that sticks no matter what, Someone with whom I share some of the best memories of my university days and ongoing. She’s my oldest university pal or so she says, she is my special special friend, just so we skip all the names that we have been called .

A friend that I have had the most quarrels in my life with and when I mean most, I mean numerous quarrels which she most of the time starts. Someone i have received a lot of comments, shades and threats for her.Someone whom my friendship with her has been threatened more times than i can remember, a friendship that hasn’t been without hurt, arguments, tears “Ps,I didn’t do the crying”, alot of joy and fun, she’s someone I don’t mess with.

She is that kind of friend nothing important in life happens without letting me know, whatever it is. Thanks for the trust babe. When I said we have some of the best memories, I was entirely honest. Loads of them both bad and good, from our pre-degree days where she would never let me and my phone be, to us being admitted to the same department even though she wanted another course to study, a sign of the start of more trouble which I have enjoyed I must add, our spaghetti and indomie days, the one she never cooks, who would forget being threatened by cultist and almost starting a cultist rivalry just because I was walking with a fine girl,

the Lot of our late nights, settling issues, gisting, strolling and all of her marriage corny gists.”PS not to me oo” and so many more.

She once said to me that she would want me to be her child’s Godfather and we laughed about it jokingly but that meant alot to me, more than she could possibly fathom because to an extent, She sees this so called filled with confusion, quarelling and sweet friendship as my guys would call it as something that shouldn’t end anytime soon but should go beyond the stage we currently are, which I find very kind and special.

But at the end of the day, as grown up folks will say about high school friendships and “sometimes” even extend to college friendships is that once you are done and you go out of the gate, you begin a new chapter of your life and most of the things learnt and people you meet will not follow behind.

That is why on this day April 28th, I wish and pray for you dear, all of your heart desires and wishes but something I pray so passionately for even as much as all i pray for you is that I carry you along as much as i can, and that this day, April 28th is one day that as the years, centuries, ages and as life in general passes with all of its craps and joys, is that i never ever forget this day, its significance and importance to me and by this, I mean you.

Happy birthday girl, lots of love.😍

Children And Parental Love.

Children are such beautiful creation that parents are abundantly blessed with, given the unique honour by God to have them. Sometimes personally, when i look at a child alot of thoughts invade my mind. its like my mind goes into an Examination where I have questions like “Do you know when the child comes he/she never goes,” “Are you ready for such responsibility?” They are not like any piece of property or possession of yours that at a time in your life you eventually give out or perphaps lose. Children are life long eternal courses that ones you adopt, you can never drop except of cause you are planning on being a bad parent.

So what defines a parents love? Poets say that love is an emotion we can’t control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense, so a parents love to a child should be a loving emotion they feel towards them that they can’t control and their devotion to that child overwhelms logic and common sense, that is of cause for good parents.

I was speaking to my niece’s mum sometime ago and we were having a conversation about something I can’t remember– sorry– and I noticed that I was talking to myself because she was lost in thoughts and when I succeded In getting her mind of it, she apologized and said she was thinking about Monday and preparing my niece for school because it was weekend and I remember that I said jokingly that this is how she will never have a full sleep because of early morning duties except only for weekends. This is just one of the many elaborate things parents do. They make sure children are being provided with a proper education and proper nuturing and feeding. They go out of their way to provide for their children all they require or need, even the very little things as having an eye out for their kids when they go out, say for shopping, visiting or any other trip, which by the way its not little to them.

The parent’s love is beyond magical, beyond love itself. I wish I have another synonym to use. It’s like a transcedent and futuristic love, one that allows the parent to be very watchful of how the child’s life and future enfolds down to thier youth and even beyond. The parents play a very important role in helping the kids’ life blossom beyond what they can think and do, could maybe even go as far to say the parents love for their kid transcends that of the relationship between spouses because when filled with passion and intimacy, they become fruits of that relationship.

And as much as we young individuals see children running around and playing and we would sometimes want to join in or carry them and be nice to them, we and even I would truly never understand what it means and takes until we bear children of our own because they come with much more than the playing, the noise and the running around which by the way is definitely going to happen.

So when I get drowned in those thoughts and when those questions of my mind’s examination plays in about children and I think about how so good my siblings and their spouses are with their kids, my neices(Sparkle and Divine) and my nephew(Zion) who played much of a role in the inspiration behind this piece and the love accompanied with how they treat them, it’s that love that pulls me out of those thoughts.

And I really do pray and know that one day when I have a child of my own, I will have the answers to those questions and more and I will be ready.