Osaz had a new secret – or not so secret – admirer. She watched him like a lioness watches her prey, and for some reason, it unsettled him. He paid the cashier, picked up his food tray from the counter and made his way slowly across the packed hall to the four-seater table at the extreme corner. It was the only free table in the room. As he put down the tray and sat, the…"She watched him like a lioness watches her prey"
In this vlog, Mister Mo shares the thrills of being chased down by a highway patrol team in the confluence town of Lokoja in the middle belt of Nigeria. This video was shot and produced on a Lumia 830 and uploaded on a Samsung Galaxy Pro 12.2 over a 4G internet connection. Yes; that is how we roll."Mo’s Vlog: Chased down by a highway patrol team at Lokoja"
In part one of this story, I found out that my number was saved on my lunch date’s phone as “Lunch”. So, there I was sitting across the table from her, and we were chatting away like we were childhood friends and all was well with the world. In my head, however, I was devising a hundred and one ways to get back at her for reducing me to such a less than flattering appellation.…"How my Val’s Day lunch date went sour (Part 2)"
I had a date today. A lunch date. My date was a new acquaintance that I made at an event recently. She was introduced to me by an old friend and we exchanged contacts, after which we sort of hit it off chatting. Seeing that valentine’s Day was around the corner, and the presidential elections had been postponed, I thought I’d try my luck for a fun afternoon with her. I asked; she said yes!…"How my Val’s Day lunch date went sour (Part 1)"
Obianuju had a smile that soothed my soul. I could sit and stare all day. She had a quiet and soft assuring gaze that brought peace. There was something about her eyes when she looked at me. It was as if when she looks at me, she bore into my soul and deposits a bucketful of peace in there. She was an oasis to me – a place of refuge in the storms of life.…"Last night with Uju: The heavens sang out loud"
Pssst: Satire alert! I woke up this morning to find a series of tweets by Reverend Sista Gbemisoke of the Church of Married Twitter. I always knew that the woman had issues, but she has clearly lost her marbles now. Apparently, while I was away busy, she had done a series of tweets on the subject of orgasms. She even suggested that one of the reasons why pastors’ wives often look unhappy is because they…"Orgasms are of the devil; Who is afraid of hell?"