project change9ja

Mr Isa Mukaila made real his promise to trek in solidarity with Alh. Yahaya Adoza Bello, Kogi Governor- Elect, from Lagos to Lokoja. He is a native of Nassarawa State but his mother hailed from Ebira from Kogi State.  He said his mother’s wish was to see an Ebira person become the governor of Kogi State in her lifetime but her dream came true 5 years after her demise.  To honor her, he trekked from Lagos to Lokoja, and it took him 14 days. Alh. Yahaya Bello is expected to receive him…..

There was this petty trader at Orile Agege whom we called “iya kekere” because of her height. I believe she was an ajase woman.  She sold sweet and stuff like that on our street, she would not stop calling me oremi timo timo or oremi atata [my very good friend] with glowing enthusiasm, at first I liked it and I would stop to buy unnecessary things from her .  It goes on for many months until one day, a supposed friend of mine made a joke out of it that “you’re a close friend of this woman? [laughingly]” I didn’t say anything but started to feel uncomfortable towards iya kekere. it started to become an embarrassment whenever she called me so, I started to think how should I be a close friend to her really? Firstly, I was avoiding her by taking another route because I usually would pass through her every morning when I was going to uni.  After a certain period, I couldn’t bear the stress of the route anymore, I thought I would have to tell her to stop ca...

As a new employee in Ecobank back in 2008, we were given targets from the Head Office – to ‘get’ deposits, like they were hanging on trees and all we were to do was ‘pluck’ the monies. Most women told me horrific stories of how they had to have affairs with men and women alike, all in the name of getting ‘deposits’. One particular incident stays with me: I had walked into the office of this well known Independent Oil Marketer in my region – my church-member, to sell him my bank services, even though every other bank was offering same services. In his expansive office, he offered me this plush chair to sit on, and then he hastily went on to get me drink. I sat calmly, as my heart thudded in my chest, even as I thought of what to tell him since all I had planned to recite had evaporated immediately I beheld his lewd smile. He wore that same slimy smile as he offered me the bottle of Maltina. “My pretty baby, what brings you to my humble office?” He was frenzied with ...