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Overwhelmed by stressful lectures and exhausting walks, I sought refuge in the school cafeteria. That's where I met her – a stunning middle-aged woman with captivating beauty. Initially intimidated, I hesitated to approach her. But fate brought us together again that evening. Taking a deep breath, I walked up to her table. "May I join you?" I asked. She looked up, stern-faced, "I do mind, but sit if you promise not to be a nuisance." As we ate, my mind raced with assumptions: perhaps she was one of the university's tough, unapproachable women or had grown resentful due to past experiences. Determined to connect, I complimented her beauty. "Thank you," she replied, "but I can't reciprocate." Undeterred, I shared my struggles with relationships. "I don't have boy problems," she said soberly, revealing her HIV medication. My instincts screamed "run," but I realized my initial intentions were superficial. "I...

Last Thursday was unforgettable. I attended a seminar in my school, Babcock University, featuring two esteemed emeritus professors. The audience comprised of undergraduates, postgraduates, and PhD students. The professors delved into the intricacies of Karl Marx's principles, shedding light on our previously superficial understanding of Marxism. They succinctly identified the weaknesses of Nigeria's major parties, PDP and APC, and made startling predictions about the upcoming elections and Nigeria's future. Unfortunately, my course mates seemed disinterested, with some even dozing off. Perhaps the professors' in-depth analysis was too complex for them. However, I was engrossed and actively contributed to the discussion. One of the professors noticed my enthusiasm and approached me afterward. "Your insights are impressive," he said. "If you pursue your passion, you'll make a remarkable politician." His words resonated deeply. Later, a course mate ...

My first day in the new college hostel was memorable, but not for the reasons I expected. Sharing a bathroom with floor-mates was new to me, as I had just moved from Rehoboth, which was ensuite to Welch Hostel, which had shared bathrooms for the whole floor. As I showered, two muscular men approached, wearing only underpants. I felt uneasy, assuming they were gay and had ulterior motives. "What?!" I shouted, alarmed. Their silence heightened my anxiety. I thought they were sizing me up, planning something. My soap fell, but I was so scared to pick it up, I decided I was clean enough. Assuming the worst, I prepared to defend myself if necessary. The shower hose became my potential weapon.  Just as I turned off the water, one of them spoke in a deep voice, "Hey, we've been waiting for you to finish." Prepared for a fight, I realized they simply wanted to use the shower. "Guy, come out now. We need to bathe. We're getting late, and the other showers aren...

Many Africans, particularly Nigerians, are exhausted from the chaos and traumatic experiences surrounding the 2015 elections. We often emphasize the importance of voting and patriotism for national development. However, I question this approach. Being a good citizen may lead to deprivation and persecution, and you may gain nothing from it. Why suffer if not for a higher purpose? The real question is: What can we do individually to impact our environment? First, acknowledge the harsh truth: patriotism isn't always appreciated or rewarded. If you're not passionate about creating change, don't bother. Focus on influencing those around you: family, colleagues, juniors, and bosses. Showcase the joy of living with integrity and demonstrate your commitment to positive change. No guarantees, but this approach brings personal satisfaction. Consistency will eventually inspire others. When you witness one person's orientation adjust for good due to your influence, you'll feel ...