Have you gotten to that point in your life when you are suddenly tired of being the shoulder everyone leans on, the strong person who thinks showing emotions only makes you weak? The one that takes all the BS so everyone gets to enjoy their comfort zones? The one who shows up when you really do not want to, the fragile you who says you are okay and acts really tough when everything is going downhill and the people you always stick your neck out for are the ones hurting you? The one who accomodates and fixes all the broken people, the human messiah who gets backstabbed and smirked at by the same people whose baggage of failure and ineptitude you are bearing gallantly? The one who has to dim your shine so others would shine like fake diamonds they are, throw shades at you and yet not feel threatened by your radiance? Well, I finally got to that point with you. 

I woke up this morning and didn't want to leave my bed and its not because I love that bed. No way! Truth be told, I actually love my bed, very comfy; perfect size; lovely sheets; soft cuddly pillows and dozing off in it feels like sleeping in wonderland but before now, getting up and about on a weekday was never a problem. So what changed? www.saludtoday.com The Easter vacation was a perfect chance for a dash out of town and being in that rare mood, I jumped at it. Where I visited is a gist for another day and yes; I enjoyed myself. In fact, like Oliver Twist, I even want some more!! The snag now is that it's been two days post Easter celebration and I still cant shake off the Easter mood! Its like having a hangover for two straight days and not being able to find a cure for it!! Nothing seems to be working. My usual early morning stretches and sipping my favorite cappuccino only made me want to dive under the duvet and shut out the dancing image of files on my

They said time is supposed to heal all wounds, but not mine. You were still new and the memories of celebrating your arrival are still fresh. I was told to let you go. I was told you would hurt me, yet all I wanted was to bond with you. To flaunt our union, to dance on the streets with you. How am I supposed to live without you? Where do I start from? It has been two hours and thirty minutes that you have been gone and I am still fighting down the tears threatening to mess up my makeup. Watching you shattered, forlorn and alone was my worst nightmare. This void can never be filled by any like you. We were perfect together and nothing could have prepared me for this loss. I loved you above all others. My heart is indeed broken. Nobody can patch the broken seams. Damn it! I don’t want you patched. I want you whole again but it is too late and yes, albeit so soon, I have to move on.

With the recession pulling the pants off people, i sincerely feel that nobody deserves the additional pressure that goes with this season. A real lover makes every day Valentine’s Day which is why i find it hard to accept the concept of driving me insane for 364 days only to buy a gigantic gift on a particular day in the name of Valentines day. Love or like should be celebrated every day and nobody should put a price on love. However, if you feel that your love deserves a p rice tag and your better half should be crucified for not conforming to the trend or meeting up with your expectations of Valentine’s Day, then you have a long way to go. Just remember that the treasures and luxuries of life can never be compared to a smile ignited by true love.

It was a Saturday and as always it was very hectic. I had a mountain of work to lower and very little time. My eyes kept darting to the wall clock as I attacked all my chores with gusto while trying not to dwell on the nagging thought of my newest discovery. I love working hard so, playing hard is definitely on my schedule. Previously, unwinding for me meant seeing movies, singing or chasing a volley ball around the court with a trainer whenever hanging out or hosting friends was not possible. Well, that was before I encountered what I now consider to be the best therapy in the world. My first session left exciting thoughts of gyrating sweaty bodies, constant laughter, rippling muscles, moans and groans of newbies trying to impress and the resonating sound of  mind blowing Naija tracks. I must say that it was really hard focusing on any other issue all through the week. I was eager for the week to wrap up and could not subdue the excitement rippling through me. Enrolling for the

31st day of December 2016 and I am reminiscing. Not about the friends I have lost, but about those I've gained, my family and the journey so far. In 2016, I learned to be happier, trust more, live more, love more and worry less. I learned to kick out negativity, place all my anxieties on the only Fixer I know and enjoy Him deal with them all whilst bestowing blessings upon me. In 2016, I learned to acommodate and love those who thought they could clog my wheels of success  because they felt threatened by my shine (that was a hard one though), but my fixer made all things possible. Did I hear the gossips? Well according to my best musician, Tuface; "if nobody talks about you then you are Nobody...if you must chop, then they must talk..." I must be a diamond so let the gossip continue.

Merry Christmas sweeties!! Click on this link to catch up on Christmas blogs on Facebook. I love you all!! 

Hello Nikky! I have read your take on gifts and found it quite interesting and real. However, I have a problem. My husband is the most adorable man anyone would wish for. He is an angel, utterly brilliant, and a blessing in my life. Well, that was before he got converted and joined a church with unusual beliefs. Since then I have been hoping and praying for the veil to fall off his eyes. Last night, he was delayed at work due to a meeting.  Being bored, I went into his study to select a book from his rich collection. I was trying to decide on a book for the night when a partly concealed box caught my attention. My husband is a disaster when it has to do with hiding things so I guessed he was trying to conceal whatever it was from me. Nikky I dated my husband for awhile before we got married and we have this tradition of exchanging gifts on Boxing Day over homemade dinner and drinks. It is usually a big deal for us and since we are high income earners, we always go for the be

Six days to Christmas and I have every reason to sing praises to God. Omo, Naija this year no easy but God is super faithful and I am going to let my hair down, throw caution to the winds and dance Atilogu to my Lord. But hey, today is not about me. Today is for appreciating all the special people in my life and you all made the list. For sticking around even when the stories started trickling in, for bothering to click on my links and yes, for reading and even sharing them with friends I can only say THANK YOU. It shows how deeply you all appreciate me and I am indeed very grateful.

When will extrajudicial killings end in Nigeria? In October 2012, four young undergraduates were falsely accused and lynched in Aluu , a community in Port Harcourt. In 2013,  Samuel   a twelve year old boy who was accused of attempting to kidnap a boy with a fifty Naira note was their victim. He was lynched while the world watched helplessly. We spoke out against injustice on our streets, fought for our children and thought the battle was won but alas, the recent horrific murder of a seven year old boy on the streets of Lagos for stealing a cup of Garri has left Nigerians devastated and angry.

On 1st October 1960, Nigeria became an Independent nation through the selfless, courageous, zealous and dedicated service of young representatives of the Nigerian people. These men were more concerned with nation building and the development of a nation they worked so hard to set free from the shackles of colonialism. They were more concerned with the unification and growth of the Nigerian people than with self enrichment. Sadly, many years after this victory the new breed of leaders derailed from this patriotic part. Nigerians have witnessed a plethora of selfish leaders and representatives who have not only shown that they lack the ability to manage our affairs as a nation, but have slowly and ignorantly destroyed the firm foundations of this nation. However, all hope is not lost. Today is another opportunity for our leaders to retrace their steps and for Nigerians to rise above all the prejudices restraining us from advancing as a nation.

Tesa pushed the door open and paused. Her breath caught in her throat as she soaked in the glorious and phenomenal transformation. The boring dinner room had been turned into a mini heaven. The metallic gold wallpapers were shimmering from lights coursing down from the new chandelier hanging from the roof. The mean looking table had been replaced by a medium sized expensive table made from polished wood which stood firmly under the weight of the array of dishes and flanked by two high backed chairs with appealing  cushions. The unrestrained splash of wealth and sophistication was breathtaking and it would be a crime to conceal her appreciation of the stylish and tasteful interior decoration.