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Global Hand washing Day

On October 15, the world will celebrate Global Hand Washing Day. This day is set aside annually to promote awareness on the importance of hand washing with soap/ash. Hand washing with soap/ash is a simple, effective and affordable way of preventing diseases and saving lives. It is reported that by just hand washing, many diseases and infant mortality is reduced significantly. Support hand-washing with soap/ash after using toilets and before eating.

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Ekiti, Nigeria.

Current Issues, Personal

So I dreamt of OBJ and GMB and if you don’t know who those are you shouldn’t be reading this.

Anyone who has read my posts from a month back would know that I’ve had weird dreams for every night of that period. What you don’t know is that the dreams haven’t entirely stopped. If I’m being truthful to myself I admit that I’m getting freaked out by that.

I’m not sure if going to bed with Fun’s album, I think Some Nights is the title, in my head is a good idea. Who knows? I really like their songs. Especially All Alone. Or is it Why am I the one? Anyway the track that talks about being alone. Cos that’s how I feel right now. And all night. Or is it all alright. It’s so not. NOT alright.

But I digress.

Who dreams of OBJ? Add GMB to that equation. I must have being really out of my mind. Those two are a dangerous combination. It speaks more of Nigeria than I’m ready to admit.

I’ve never had a passport. I mean I’ve been thinking about it for months since I was mobilized for NYSC but I haven’t actually made any move towards getting it six months in. But I was in Germany in my dreams. I guess dreams break the passport and visa barriers. I think I should travel more in my dreams.

I talked with OBJ in Germany. He was supposedly my friend or humble enough to relate to me why he should go all the way to Germany to sign something that makes Wike the President of Nigeria or maybe I was the press. That’s an interesting idea. I shudder at the thought of OBJ being my friend. That’s a morbid thought.

I think he said that (I can’t be too sure; my memory might be wrong) Wike is the right person (candidate) for the Presidency because he understands the theoretical implications of corruption to the Nigerian economy. I wonder if he just means to say that Wike is a Professor of economics. I’m really curious to know if he is.

Then I was laying on the verandah of my parents’ flat in Onitsha and guess who was hitting his head on the purple plastic table we leave out there. In a daffy duck fashion I might add. His Royal Highness GMB. I said to him in a conversational tone, “I thought you were serious about this curbing corruption thingy” and he replied, “I’m really out of my depth on this one.

I’m glad this was only a dream. Whoever sang “IT WAS ONLY JUST A DREAMMMMMMMM” (that’s probably not the title but it was in the lyrics) hit the nail on the head. Anyway, I hope I wasn’t appointed by His Royal Majesty or was it Highness to fight the corruption because even in my sorry dream state I’m already planning what to do with the national cake. Or is it national moin-moin like Mama G sang in that song of hers.

OK, enough. This doesn’t even crack me up and I don’t expect you to get cracked up either. A ‘waka pass’ would be enough. I love you.

Ekiti, Nigeria.

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Tribute to a Mad Woman

There once lived an old mad woman
Who had all her worldly possessions in a bag
That she carried on her head at all times
She loved to stand on the road
And direct the traffic
On a narrow road
In a little town
She was more nuisance than anything else
Made drivers swerve like crazy
To avoid hitting her
Cos she just stood right there
In the middle of this narrow road
Right at that point where you round the corner
Until one day
Her luck ran out
And there was a driver who couldn’t stop
Not in enough time
Not in enough time to avoid hitting her
And so she came flying up in the air
And up she went
And then she was falling
And falling
And then she lands on the side of the road
So did her bag of possessions
But the car still did not stop
It continued on it’s merry way
And there she lay
Just like she was taking a nap.
And the sun shone hard
And the rain fell heavily
There she laid still
And no one came to her rescue

48 hours later
And there she lays

Current Issues, Personal

Break a leg day 2


Turns out I didn’t. Have a good sleep last night I mean. I was really running crazy. Couldn’t sleep from the pain. It was just too much for me. I think I just surpassed my pain threshold. The pills weren’t working. Not even close. It was so bad I had to untie the bandage. I think it was too tight. I knew my ankle would be swollen in the morning but I preferred to get some sleep. I’ll think about my ankle in the morning.

And I did. My neighbours, especially my fellow corps members, came to check on me in the morning. All 8 of them at one time or another starting from as early as 6am.

One cooked breakfast for me – instant noodles and boiled egg; another swept my room; another prepared my bath water, another got me something stronger for the pain and the last of them massaged the ankle and retied the bandages again. Then I was left all alone. They all had to be somewhere.

While I still can’t walk (I hop on the good foot), I feel better than I did yesterday. I got doctors in the house. Friends too. Let’s see what the day holds.

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Break a leg day

I broke my ankle this evening getting out of a cab in front of my building. Can you believe that? Getting out of a cab of all things. An everyday activity we seemingly take for granted.


But then I had to brave it and get inside. I had to lay me down cos I was suddenly very dizzy and having cold sweats. Is that normal anyone?


After a couple hours my ankle was as ripe and swollen as a watermelon. I knew I had to get it looked after. I’ve always thought I was lucky to be living nearly across the street from a federal medical centre but alas not! You know why? The freaking doctors just had to be on strike. Talk about UNLUCKY!


A friend drove me a little ways off to a private hospital that claims to operate 24hours. But we had to wait for the doctor to arrive from wherever he went to. A couple hours later, the nurse had to inform us that the doctor couldn’t make it and we should check back in the morning. Arrrrrrggggghhhhhhh!!!!


I guess in the grand scheme of things a broke ankle, hopefully just sprained, isn’t high up there in the list of emergencies. Maybe he would have MADE it if I was about to drop triplets prematurely. Maybe not even then. Who knows? These doctors.


So we had to head to a medicine store to buy pain killers and some mentholated ointment (turned to be ointment for skin infection) from a third rate quack but what’s a girl got to do when she’s in pain.


By the time we got home, my feet couldn’t touch the ground. It was just too painful to even think about trying. Guess what happened? As soon the gateman opened the gates I asked him, “Can you carry me?” Not particularly serious about it either. He responded, “How much?” I said “Help a girl out! I broke my ankle.” He was shocked but he just turned his back and piggybacked me and let me off at my door.


And then he went on to go tell all the other 8 tenants about my predicament. And they all trooped into my room to offer their condolences. Talk about cuteness. Awwwww.


It was sweet.


But I’m still in pain! 

Even after eating some bread with a bottle of milk drink and taking my pills. I hope I can sleep tonight.

PS: I’ve been exceptionally cold since this happened over three hours ago. Can anyone tell me if that’s normal? I’d appreciate it.

Current Issues, Personal, The Future

The day after


I got a couple hundred birthday wishes on Facebook, less than that in actuality but then no one has a thousand friends outside Facebook. Or do you?

That's me

Anyway, despite my lack of celebration, it was a wonderful day. When we got back from CDS (it’s a weekly compulsory thingy for Corps Members), Lizzy, friend and senior corps member, cooked a delicious fish jollof rice with hardboiled egg which she served with a bottle of Malt drink.


So in essence we had us a little indoor party in her apartment and then topped it off with moviefest. We watched 3 movies – Matilda, Next Friday and Pitch Perfect 2.


Did I mention how great this was? There was no electricity. She had to turn on her generator just so we could watch movies well into the night.

It wasn’t the birthday I dreamed of but it was much better than I prepared for.

And thanks to everybody that wished me well. May you all get your wishes. I love you all.