It’s been ages since I wrote anything on this website. That’s because I’ve been training to become a copywriter for the past 3 years. And now, I can offer website copywriting and content writing services for small and medium sized enterprises. As a copywriter, the learning never ends. It’s also a perilous journey plagued with imposter syndrome. The question of when to launch my website and how to go for perfection right off the bat has stopped me. Look at it this way, we all get that perfection bug. And you want to present an organized image that shows your prospective clients that you know w ..read more

My friend does not believe in God By her own admission, He cannot possibly exist Not when there’s so much evil in the world Just yesterday, I heard her praying in her room I was confused. Very confused. I asked for an explanation She said she actually does believe in God She has been a believer for almost five years She just couldn’t admit it to anyone Not after tweeting “God does not exist” Because, what would people think ..read more

My friend is amazing Whenever she doesn’t have selective amnesia, that is I once borrowed her my school fees She said she needed it urgently She’d pay me back before I knew it She used it to buy a phone She wanted to impress some other girl Two days after, she asked me for some money Of course, I was broke She broke down crying She said she was heartbroken How could I not be there for her when she needed me ..read more

My friend has always been realistic about death Death is inevitable He berates anyone that weeps after losing a loved one Then his Mom dies I am interested in his reaction But he’s the same He doesn’t cry There’s no escaping death, he says I left his room a minute ago He didn’t even realise I was there My friend is sprawled on the floor Bawling uncontrollably ..read more

My friend’s favourite word is “moderation” She never fusses excessively about anything She never gets overly excited about anything She has a large social media following Her followers eat out of her hands She once called called a follower out on social media For having sex twice in one day It was excessive I was very surprised Because my friend is a nymphomaniac ..read more

My Mum has a habit. She loves things she cannot afford. She has a reputation to protect, she says. She owed some money. The creditors came to collect. She poured hot water on one of them. He died a few days later. His family want to go to court. Justice must be served. It’s only natural. But I’m the Attorney General of the State ..read more

My little sister is hyperactive. She never sits still. It’s hard for her to study. My Mum and I have hit her. A lot of times. No change. My Mom’s friend came visiting. She saw marks on the child. We explained to her. She’s a child psychologist. She had a look at her. My little sister had ADHD. My Mom and I had a psych eval the following day ..read more

My friend was accused of rape. But he couldn’t have done it. Ladies had thrown themselves at him forever. So I asked him what happened. He said he didn’t do it. She had clung to him all evening. She begged to go to his place after dinner. When it was time to have sex, she suddenly said ‘No’. She must have been joking, he said. After all, they all said ‘No’. They had sex. She cried all through and called out his name. She must have enjoyed it. I told him I’d testify on his behalf. ‘He did it, my Lord’, I told the judge ..read more

My wife and I have been at home for a while now. Like everybody else. But we don’t talk. We have great sex but that’s about it. We realised we didn’t know each other. Our parents thought we’d be good together. We’ve been around each other since we were kids. We agreed with them. But we were clearly wrong. Because no wife on mine would press the tube of toothpaste from the middle. We’re getting divorced ..read more

My friend complained bitterly about his Dad. Growing up, he used to show up in school with marks. The teachers even stopped hitting him. He’d always get a lot worse at home. Then my friend got married. They had a son after a year. When the boy clocked ten, I went to visit him. He greeted me. But he was limping. I saw marks on the boy’s body. His Grandad must be around. Then I asked my friend why he let his Grandad do that. My friend’s Dad was in the village. My friend had given his son the marks. My friend had become his Dad ..read more