My wallet was gawking at me and the money was screaming*take me! take me, I was left speechless and the Amebo were urging me to pay for the wall gecko I just ate. So I thought to myself, how would I end this misery without destroying my Image?I told the woman I had 1000, let me go bring change for her or better still she should follow me(then one devil’s agent, said let me help you change it, is it #100, or 200 you want me to change it to?))are you for real? Continue reading Memoirs of a satanic day #3
I managed to carry myself outside amidst the shout “sister Caro who sent you? then I heard suliyatu I must belong by force. Okay, you should know I hate been called my Muslim name, I try as much as possible to hide it so everyone around knows I am Tobi and you dare not call me Tobi it is towbie, It has to be the tush way so who the hell knows am zulaikha , I shrugged it off. Looking around that day brought me to the realization that the day wasn’t mine but no I must slay, I knew the universe was against me when I couldn’t get any bike around *rolls eye* Continue reading Memoirs of a satanic day #2: The shocker!
Everyone wants perfection daily but do we all work towards getting it? some of us wake up every morning without thanking God for life nor for what we want for the day. I use to fall into this category until the day I tagged the satanic day showed up.
It was a normal and usual day for me, just that I had planned to overdress that day so. Continue reading The memoirs of a satanic day #1: The beginning of it all..
You know what they say about forcing what you don’t want? That was exactly me, I had all the resources that could make me learn how to sew while growing up, but I always saw it as a very tasking thing to do and of course definitely not for a lazy person like me. My mom always frowned at this I must confess, it was a ‘tailoring is a good thing and I am not interested, is it by force’ between both of us. Continue reading The diary of a fresh graduate: Finding my tailoring skills
Losing someone close to you is a reminder that the world isn’t ours to live forever, especially when the person is your age group or younger than you. Losing a close family member or friend brings questions,which one of it is what could you have done to stop his death, in case of accidents you would wish you told him never to have traveled, in case of health issues,you would wish you had enough money to sell it away and in the case that nothing happened you unconsciously question God why? Continue reading That which has no fear for its own Mother or lover…
Life is a pot of rice, on occasions, some of the rice gets burnt while some get cooked, sometimes some even feels uncooked. Some get it totally easy in life while some do not, some pray effortlessly and get what they want while some get Nada.
Most of the times it leaves you questioning your faith, it makes you doubt the existence of God, it makes you feel worthless or rather you start revisiting your sins wondering which of them led to unanswered prayers. Continue reading You are not a tree! so move!
Nothing,prepares you for death and no one also does. A man who is terminally ill and has been given days to live still clings to that little hope,you know that just maybe,maybe Death might forget his address for a number of years. Many times we are obsessed with the idea of living that we actually forget how to live. Continue reading Would you still be you if there was no heaven or hell?
As a practicing Muslimah, Nysc camp can be a burden, You spend 3 weeks in camp and it will seem like you spent 3 months in camp. There is not so much you can do to make things better, However it is important to capitalize on the little that can be done. If you will be going to the camp soon, here are things you might want to know: Continue reading Here is to Muslimahs going to the Nysc camp.