The candle light dinner was magical and the food was exquisite. A lthough I have never been a fan of continental cuisine, I've always loved our local delicacies , that night my tastebuds pleasurably adapted to the strange dishes let me just hope that my stomach will respect herself.  Elvis lacked culinary skills, he can't be good at everything nah. But he made up for it by inviting a chef from one of the best hotel’s in town to prepare and serve us dinner at his luxurious home; an apartment at the new world trade center building.  The apartment was tasteful and the well crafted interior reeked of sophistication, luxury, masculinity and passion. Omo the blend pressed all my buttons and I relaxed,  who no like enjoyment? The night was  perfect and so was Elvis. His exceptional decorum, brilliant conversations and impressive sense of humor raked in more points for him. 

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Previously  (click to catch up) Hot cake wanted a date with me? Wonders will never cease oh! "Friday evening then?" His voice echoed. My active brain hastily flipped through my schedule; the human brain is indeed wonderful. "Perfect!"  Stop smiling too much; I cautioned myself as I watched him fidgeting with his keys. "Great! Thank you for saying yes. My driver will come for you by 6pm. I don't want you stressing yourself..." He doesn't want me to stress myself? Chai! The guy just scored a thousand points with those words

Barely six months after the rib-tickler by our beloved minister of Labour and Employment, another witty statement attributed to another minister has left us all reeling with laughter.

Model: Alfred Best Muna  When I ran into him, I was excited. Besides it's not everyday one runs into someone from the past. I was actually on my way to an office when we ran into each other inside the elevator. He had screamed out my name. It took awhile but the face eventually registered. PAULO!!! (Not his real name). He was a hot cake back when I had low cut hair and tiny legs...lol! There was this story about some girls fighting over him while some who could not win his heart dreamed of him. Paulo was a lady's man. He knew it back then and enjoyed the attention. Almost every girl in our neighborhood wanted Paulo as her boyfriend. Well, everyone except me of course; I was in love with my books and Jesus (stop murmuring joor 😂). Moving on.

"I'm no screamer." That was me until I felt that severe pain. Tears were suddenly not enough. I screamed my heart out!! Are you going through any form of pain, anxiety, frustration or stress today? Are you an ardent believer of the traditional cliches; "real men don't cry" or "a strong woman does not reveal her pains/real emotions?" It's time to drop those views before you kill yourself. You are allowed to scream. You are allowed to cry.  

I woke up today . It's a Sunday!! I closed my eyes. Thank you God for this beautiful day. I hurriedly got ready, went  to church to praise my King and worship with my brethren. Service was normal. No drama. I left for my home. I was very close to my home when I noticed it. The vehicle; driver something is wrong. Before I could say another word,  we crashed. I never saw it coming. As I scrambled out, I lost control. I staggered and went down on my knees on the freshly mowed lawn by the roadside. Same lawn I passed everyday on my way out. I was dazed. The driver was dazed. People rushed over to us. Was it the tyre? Nobody could explain what happened.

Onitsha burnt We watched; helpless with fear, with rage! Oh that fire! It was a glimpse of hell Disconsolate, we wailed to the high heavens Years of hard labor, souls of the innocent; all went up in flames. Loved ones forever lost. Our hearts bled. But it was Lagos,

ONE DAY TO GO!!!! ARE YOU READY??