KiKi's LAIR

Growing up in naija gave me a lot of experiences I know I couldn't have probably gotten anywhere else. There were some quite funny ones though and I thought to share some that I remember  with you. Reminiscing on some of them can actually help you have a good laugh. My mom told me just recently that I ate raw pepper when I was about a year and 6months and it got me running round the house with my mouth wide open and I didn't cry o...you can imagine the sight.😅 So,here we go! ◆Welcome to naija, where once rain starts falling, power supply is cut off and if you see the light immediately the rain stops, glory be to God cause just like a friend said they have to dry their wire😂 ◆Welcome to naija, where as an adolescent girl, your mom would tell you not to go close to a boy else you'd get pregnant. Hmm...see me running from boys then. Still wondering how I fell for that.😕 ◆Welcome to naija, where your parents would only realize how dumb you are when your intelligent frien...

What about what God wants? This is one question we don't find too many people asking these days. It's always what we want, what we need, what we must have, our children, our husbands, our parents, our families, our jobs, and many other things we pursue. All these things are quite alright but have we really taken out time to ask God what he wants. I'm not yet a parent so I might not be able to say much on what it takes to provide for another but I am a student and I don't see too many of my counterparts concerned about this. We are so consumed with the need to "make it" in life and be successful that we can do anything it takes, I mean anything! Not many want to be identified as 'churchous' much less even be committed to church stuff as we call it but at the close shave of almost being caught with 'expo' in the exam hall, we mutter 'thank you Jesus'. It is good to have visions, dream big, study work hard and all that but we must remembe...

There was a time when I was always so afraid of not being accepted and that kept me in my prison for a long time. I couldn't write as I wanted to,couldn't speak as I wanted to,always trying to tone down the intensity of my words to suit the opinion of others. Always wanting to please at my own detriment, overworking myself to meet the deadline of those who wouldn't even bother to meet mine even if I gave them a thousand years. I'd give without restrictions and even get punished for it, I'd cry on my bunk at night so no one would hear. Someone would hurt me and i would try to justify their actions. I stutter a little and this brought about low self esteem, I missed out on a lot of opportunities in high school then cause the words always just happened to cease when they were needed most. After a while, I concluded everyone was out to get me so I raised the gates of my prison wall. No one was going to come in but I wasn't getting out either. Time after time I...