I have news, X family.
I’m happy (and emotional, the mushy sort) to announce that my book, How to Be a Good Wife and Other Stories, is now published and available.
This collection is very close to my heart. It's a collection of seven stories about love, loyalty, survival, relationships, and how women are taught to live.
I wrote these stories because I’m endlessly curious about people—why we love the way we do, why we stay in toxic relationships, why we hurt each other, why we forgive, and the stories we tell ourselves to make sense of it all.
To everyone who has encouraged me to write or read my stories on Teambooktu and the ANA Review and sent me compliments, thank you.
To everyone who has loudly rooted for me and cheered me on, thank you.
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Every purchase, review, recommendation and share helps this little book travel further than I can take it by myself.
I am incredibly grateful for your support as I send these stories, my babies, out into the world.
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Thank you for believing in me
You’ll hardly see scenarios where a pregnant woman begs another woman to stand up for her to sit down.
Have you been to the bank before? On the queue, it is always men who let older women and pregnant women get attended to first, and ALWAYS, the mood of most women there isn’t good when men do that.
I have seen men help women carry luggage. Heck! I do it all the time, regardless of age, status, or situation.
The term “ladies first” exists because men made it so, and that is because men are kinder to women than women are to each other.
You’ll not villainize men because of one man. And what the hell do you mean by, “Nigerian men, if you see a pregnant woman on a bus, please stand up for her”? Do you know how entitled you sound saying that?
The best people you’ll ever encounter in this life are men, and whether you admit it or not, that is irrelevant. It is a fact.
or any tools makes it easier for them.
It’s the thoughts to be better, the lock in and the hard work that counts. I think OG’s should often go around with pride when they see newbie’s because that’s for sure your passion continuing for the next generations.
I’m a web designer, web developer, Advert manager and Blogger, i have been in the tech industry for long, i thought one problem some OG’s have is been progressive and accepting growth and new developments.
That you struggled in getting your codes during your own time shouldn’t make you hate on junior devs that’s trying and putting in the work that’s gonna continue the trend. I think we shouldn’t downplay or disprove peoples work and attempts to be best at there skill because Ai or
sometimes you love the way people do things because that’s exactly how you envisioned to do it.
I love the way you love and support the mighty Chels💙, can’t wait to be full member and a match going supporter too 💙
I met a British guy at Heathrow Airport who looked like he was about to make the biggest mistake of his life.
His name was Mason.
We happened to be in the same airport lounge. His restlessness was what made me notice him.
He would sit down, stand up, look around, touch his head…
After a while, I forgot about him.
About an hour later, I went to board my flight and noticed the same guy again.
We were on the same flight.
While walking towards the aircraft, he paused a few times. Slowed down a few times. At one point, he looked like someone who had forgotten something important or someone who wasn’t sure he wanted to travel anymore.
We finally boarded.
He was in 4A.
I was in 5B.
So we were sitting pretty close.
Man was still restless... Scratching his head, covering his face with the blanket... Constantly adjusting himself.
I concluded that he had aviophobia just like me.
When we reached cruising altitude, he got up to use the toilet.
On his way back, our eyes clicked.
“You’re the guy I saw at the lounge earlier, right?”
I nodded.
We introduced ourselves properly.
I asked what he was going to Doha for and eventually mentioned that I had noticed how restless he had been since Heathrow.
He paused... Then continued
“I woke up one morning and made a decision. Right now, I’m living that decision… and I’m scared I might be making the wrong one.
I have lived in the UK for 35 years and worked in construction.
I clocked 35 last month, and since after my birthday, I have been questioning my purpose.
It feels like I have been living the same life... Same weather, same food, same feeling, and same people.
My friends and family don’t know I am on a plane to Asia to start again. Getting to the airport, I started missing everything and everyone. That is why I am restless.”
It wasn’t fear of flying.
It was fear of leaving everything familiar behind.
I asked him one question:
“If you abort this journey now and return home, do you think you’ll feel fulfilled?”
He thought about it.
Then said:
“No. I think sooner or later, I’ll regret it.”
I smiled.
“Then free yourself… and allow your spirit to guide you.”
From there, our conversation changed.
I told him about the countries I had visited in Asia.
I told him why I enjoyed Thailand.
Why I enjoyed Hong Kong.
Why I enjoyed the Philippines.
The people.
The experiences.
The freedom of discovering a version of yourself that your old environment never had the opportunity to meet.
And while we were talking, I could see and feel his restlessness disappear.
He became excited, curious, and motivated.
We talked about places he should visit, things he should experience, and how to build a social life from scratch.
I shared my address with him in Asia and told him to expect me soon.
I gave him Saheed’s number, my barber, and shared a few other contacts with him that could make his weekends busy and filled with activities.
By the time we landed in Doha… we had bonded so well.
Doha was my final destination, but Mason had another flight to catch.
His layover was about two hours so I stayed at the airport with him until it was time for him to board.
While we were waiting, he called his parents.
He told them everything.
Where he was.
What he had done.
Where he was going.
They wished him well.
I even spoke to them too.
Eventually, his flight was called and