The royal wedding lived up to the hype that preceded it. It was all we expected and more. Beyond the haute couture outfits, the array of celebrity guests dressed to the nines and all round pomp and pageantry, there were many highlights of the epoch-making event. And depending on who you were talking, to the star of the day could range from the Kingdom Choir, a group of 20 whose rendition of “Stand By Me” was anything but pedestrian to 19-year old Sheku Kanneh Mason’s graceful performance to Bishop Michael Curry’s unusual sermon.
Three friends, Ayo, George and Hussein are having drinks at Deuce Bar, a midscale bar somewhere in an obscure neighbourhood in Victoria Island, Lagos.
Suddenly, their mutual friend, Bassey rushes in. He is panting as he perches on the arm of the 2-seater Ayo and Hussein shared as they downed their cocktails.
“Guy! Hope no problem? Why you run enter like dat?” George spoke up first.
“Hope sey no be thief dey pursue you so?” Ayo said
“Guys, chill, the dude is trying to catch his breath. Bass, just calm down tell us wetin happen.” Hussein was eager to hear Bassey’s story too, but as always, he could summon his natural inclination to be patient, unlike his friends.
“Sorry ma,” He said as I alighted from my car while trying to imagine the extent of damage that had just been done to the passenger side of my rear panel. I had been driving towards a T junction and applied my brakes in a bid slow down to assess the traffic situation of the adjoining road before making a turn. As it’s characteristic of them, an impatient tricyclist intended to speed past me and in the process, came a little too close and inevitably collided with me.
Twitter might be the abode of witty comebacks and humour, and Instagram might have all the puff and fluff, but Facebook rules where the numbers are concerned. The leading social media platform combines an eclectic mix of fun and seriousness that is hard to find in other virtual communities. The proof is in the almost 2 billion active users it boasts of – far higher than the combined number of active users its rivals have. Facebook’s goal of connecting family and friends is the chief reason it remains the preferred platform for the majority. In these times where more people interact online than physically, it’s not unusual to have more virtual friends compared to “real” friends.
One time someone wanted to know my thoughts concerning roles in the marriage institution. How I thought couples should share responsibilities, especially with regards to either sticking with what tradition defines or embracing more unorthodox ways. I replied by saying each couple should determine how they would like to “run” their marriage. If they wanted to conform to the traditional African narrative that says the man should bear all financial obligations while the woman takes care of the kids and domestic chores, good for them. If on the other hand, they opt for a more unconventional approach or turn tradition on its head outright by switching roles, then, good for them also.
Since the past week, there’s been plenty of hue and cry centred around the sex-for-mark scandal involving a university don and a female undergraduate. The said lecturer and professor is alleged to have requested five rounds of sex as gratification to upgrade a student’s mark to a passable grade.
In the midst of the brouhaha, Professor Richard Akindele, the man in the midst of the storm hasn’t said much regarding the veracity or otherwise of the student’s claim. However, his wife of many years has been talking. Mrs Akindele, who incidentally lectures in the same university has cried out about her husband’s innocence. What’s more, like the typical Nigerian, she has put the blame of the disgraceful allegation at the feet of the devil.
He looked into her beautiful, angular face. Tara was an unusual beauty and each time he stared at her, he couldn’t believe his luck.
“You rock my world, babe. You are so lovely, and many times I can’t believe you are all mine.”
She would smile, exposing those beautiful gap teeth. “Adeee, you flatter me so much. Who else would I be with if not you?” She would say.
With less than three weeks to the end of the third season of the Big Brother Naija reality TV show, there seems to be little to look forward to in terms of entertaining content, no thanks to the curious voting pattern of viewers. Like the previous seasons, the current instalment of the franchise has not been without its own controversies. The social experiment that is Big Brother is premised upon the dynamics that play out when a group of strangers live together in a confined space for 3 months. During this time, they rely on the voting public to keep them in the game for as long as possible. And because every one of the housemates has their sight set on the hefty grand sum that comes with emerging winner, it’s not unexpected that they get up to some mischief in a bid to score points with the voting public.
On Friday, the city of Lagos was on lockdown because of one wedding. The wedding of the daughter of the richest man in Africa, Aliko Dangote. I didn’t get the memo on time. Not until I visited social media and found that the first class wedding ceremony had not just been attended by the high and mighty of Nigeria’s corporate, social and political class, it also had in attendance one of the most famous people in the entire universe – Mr Bill Gates. And when the pictures taken at the event started to make the rounds on popular blogs and news sites, I fully understood why there was a huge buzz around the occasion.
One of my favourite channels on cable TV is the Investigation Discovery Channel. I am intrigued by the “Why” of crime. Why people commit a crime. Why they choose to hurt friends, family, loved ones in general – people they once swore to protect with their all through one inexplicable act. Why a woman would kill a man she claims to love after having an affair with his best friend. Why a son would orchestrate the murder of a father who gave his all to see him become someone in life. I am captivated by mystery, I fascinated by thrillers, I am curious about anything that has other layers to it. Perhaps, if I wasn’t a writer, I would have been a detective or psychologist.