That was how they wanted to "sell off" one of my students that year during NYSC, barely 16 years because the man promised to finish training her in school.
The girl came to school and was crying until she confided in one of my female corp-member, who inturn came and told me and as the CLO.
I immediately mobilized some other corp members and went to see her parents.
In defense, the parents said the man will pay her bride price, but the girl will still remain in their house till she finishes school....them been wan whine us shaa because the girl already told us that the arrangement was she'll be going during holiday to see the man in Onitsha where he based.
Not letting in slide, we reported to the Igwe, who ensured that marriage didn't happen.
News later came out that the man in question was already married but was looking for a male child so he wanted to marry this girl secretly so she'll start making babies for him.
I just saw her post recently on Facebook, she's now serving and doing well in her fashion business in Enugu.
The woman selling akara is not praying for her kids to take over the business. She wants to give her child an education that helps him compete in this world.
It is one thing to be overtly stupid. It is another to be heartless.
It was great joining Njideka Akunyili Crosby — a gifted Nigerian-born, Los Angeles-based artist — to unveil our first portrait together. This piece reflects so many chapters of Michelle and my story, and we’re thrilled that it will be on display in the Hope and Change lobby at the Obama Presidential Center starting this Juneteenth.
Someone who recently told me I have disappointed my late mother because she gave birth to 6 children by my age and I have none is mad at me for not being able to send her 200k for her child’s school fees.
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The last time I was in Lagos I paid to enter a beach in Lekki.
Not a resort. Not a water park. A beach.
Sand. Water. A coastline that existed long before any of us were born.
Someone bought it. Fenced it. Put a gate on it. Now you pay to touch the ocean.
What kind of government sells its people access to nature?
Happy Democracy Day. 🇳🇬
Ever since I successfully handled the divorce of a family member, my grandma has not spoken to me for 2 weeks.
Make una help me tell this woman say na my work.
The devil did not use me.
I can actually answer this one from experience 😂😂
My mum used to be an Alága as a side hustle long before I was born, and she continued until 2010 when my dad passed away.
Throughout my secondary school years, I was her talking drummer at many of the ceremonies she anchored 😂. I was attending engagement ceremonies almost every weekend, I’ve probably been to more than 25 traditional weddings 😂😂
Alága Ìdúró represents the groom’s family; the side that comes to ask for the bride’s hand in marriage. Symbolically, they are the party “standing” to make a request.
Alága Ìjókòó represents the bride’s family; the side receiving the proposal and considering the request. Symbolically, they are the party “seated” in authority to accept or reject it.
So the “standing” and “sitting” are more about the traditional roles of the two families during the engagement process than whether the Alága is physically standing or sitting. 😄
My people she’s not your sister or daughter please pray for her release.
You and your children will not enter the hands of Èvil people and God will deliver those victims, Amen 🙏🏻
There was a guy in my area who won ₦16 million from betting when he was just 15 years old.
His mum sold garri and gave him ₦3,000 to deliver garri to a customer. Instead, this boy used the money to place a bet.
I still remember that evening. The moment he realized he had won, he ran to the front of their house screaming and, out of excitement, scattered his mum's garri everywhere. The whole neighborhood came out to celebrate. His father almost had a heart attack when he heard the amount: ₦16 million!
Not long after, they moved out of our area to a better neighborhood, and today his mum owns one of the biggest garri stores in Port Harcourt.
Sometimes I think about it and laugh.
Imagine if that ticket had cut.
Dem for flog craze comot for him body 😂
Mama Nike was one of 15 wives. When she left her husband to make art, the other 14 wives chose to follow her...
Artist Nike Davies Okundaye - better known as Mama Nike - grew up in an area of Nigeria where polygamous marriages were common. Her own father had three wives.
The women in her family were makers of traditional adire cloth. From the age of six, Mama Nike's great grandmother, mother, and aunt taught her how to spin, weave and dye.
"I didn't know it was my own future food," says Mama Nike - because, despite her family's craft, money was scarce.
At the age of 13, her father decided to marry her off to someone who already had several wives.
But her great grandmother wanted her to choose her own marriage - and so did Mama Nike. She escaped from the men who had come to take her away, and trekked for five days back to her village.
"It's the biggest risk I ever took," she says. "I didn't care if I died."
She arrived home exhausted and covered in bee stings. Even so, her father tried to marry her off again. This time, Mama Nike ran away and joined a travelling theatre, until police arrested her and brought her back.
Eventually, she agreed to marry a well-known artist and musician from Oshogbo, a town renowned for its artistic community.
She used her sewing and embroidery skills to make costumes for her husband's band - while trying to make her own art.
"The men didn't want a woman to be an artist. So, I worked in the night, and worked for them in the day," she says.
Her husband went on to marry 14 other women.
Tradition demanded those who were already wives accept each new marriage - but Mama Nike says they didn't always want to.
On one occasion, the husband took the women to a church where they were denied food, water, or access to their children.
Mama Nike says she was forced to agree to her husband marrying an addition woman: "By the third day we said, 'Bring the wife, we're not jealous anymore.' Our mouths were like boards - dry,".
She says living with her husband made her feel "like a lion with no teeth. You have no power."
She began to teach her co-wives traditional adire making skills, and soon, each of them was able to make their own money.
Sick of her husband's control and abuse, Mama Nike left him as soon as she'd saved enough to buy her own place - and the other wives chose to follow her.
She opened her first formal gallery in Oshogbo in 1986.
She is now an internationally renowned artist, with a huge gallery in Lagos where she teaches others and makes her own colourful, beautiful art.
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My younger brother came to visit me, and from day one he was quietly observing me like a detective 😂
One evening, he finally confronted me in the most hilarious way.
He said,
“Since I came here, I have noticed something… whenever you serve your husband food, you always design it. You add toppings, arrange it nicely, make it look like restaurant food. But when it’s my own, you just pour it like bricklayer work. No decoration. No love. Nothing.”
I just burst out laughing.
I told him,
“Bro, I can’t be designing food I’m serving in large quantity. My husband doesn’t eat like you. His own is easier to decorate.”
He didn’t even agree. He cut me off immediately and said,
“No wahala. Just design my own too. I don’t mind. Don’t be biased 😂”
I said okay.
The next day, I cooked rice and stew and decided to give him “premium treatment.”
When I served him, his face lit up.
“Ahhh! This is what I’m talking about! See food! 😂”
He was so happy… until about 5 minutes later.
The food finished.
He looked at me and said
“Sis… abeg… add more rice for me.”
I just leaned back and laughed.
“Ah ah, you said you wanted designer food. That’s the price. Go and drink water.”
He shouted, “Gift abeg na!”
I said, “No. You want to compete with my husband abi? Then compete with his appetite too.”
Since that day until he went back to his location, everything changed.
Whenever I’m serving food, he runs first and says:
“Sis please… I’m a bricklayer. No design for me again 😂😂”
My mother cracks me up so bad, my goodness!!! 😂😂
So, my brother who is pursuing a football career, asked my mum for Ileya meat for his coach. She says no. I decided to beg on his behalf and my mum finally agreed. Then this boy decided to spoil everything and asked her to make it 8 pieces of meat. In Yoruba, my mother said:
“If I give your coach 8 pieces of meat and he doesn’t take you to at least 8 European countries, it’s police that will settle our fight.” 😭😭😭
One Ileya meat = One European country 😂😂