Mobola Writes

The devil is a liar! Somebody shout the devil is a liar! I have written a handful only for my phone to suddenly go off even when my battery percent is 89. I guess it is because of how sensitive the topic is. That's by the way. Couple of months back, I had written on sexual abuse but did not get to complete it. Today, I would be writing a sequel to it. However, I'd be giving two scenarios. I was so bored yesterday and I decided to do a video call with a friend. In the course of our conversation, I had shouted "fuck you" and I did not fail to catch the weird looks from my neighbours. Then a man approached me and said "you shouldn't be saying those words. It's not befitting for a well trained girl like you". I only smiled but instead of replying, I had grabbed my notepad and penned something. He has given me inspiration for a topic. It was not bad of him poke nosing after all. I was just wondering if this man knows how sexually knowledgeable I am, then

School mother, school daughter, lovers and every other synonymous titles were associated to secondary school life. It would all seem like the world is against you if you do not have one back then. Unlike every other JJC, I had none of the aforementioned. It wasn't their fault. Who would pick a sharp mouth like me who usually gets into a fight with her cousin all the time. It wasn't like I don't have senior friends. I do have the likes of sister Faith, Biodun, Bose, Blessing and Molade. So I wasn't lonely. I enjoyed the privileges other mates with school mother enjoyed. Sister Molade and Sis Bose were both in SS3 so they usually arrange how our school uniform and other clothes would be washed and ironed. All we need do is to fetch water. It's a crime for any junior affiliated with sister Molade and sister Bose to be found dirty. Ah! Death has come niyen . On the other hand, sis Faith and sis Bose were lovers of novels. Fortunately for me, I was into novels then. We&#

Today, in history, is symbolic. Little wonder I woke up to rain. Maybe the heaven have finally decided to smile on Nigeria and bring all these sufferings to an end. Not only does my pen bleed this morning, my heart bleeds and cries out. It is the morning of democracy but absolutely all demos have gone crazy. We can't even "demo"  because the pain inflicted on us is beyond us. Leaders have become lovers of themselves with no interest of the masses at heart. Do not beg to differ because even the ones who are truthful and loyal does so at their own peril. Of a truth, the true definition of democracy is lost and we have skillfully crafted another meaning for ourselves. Politics have become a do or die affair. It's either you win or win even if it means going through the needle eyes. Arise! O compatriots; says our national anthem but can we arise? How shall we arise when our lives is not secured. Tell me people, how shall we arise against external forces when we have inter

"Eerrrrrrm...today...I'd be t.a.l.k.i.n.g...so so so" I'm quite sure most people can relate to this. Sometimes in my year 4, I was to represent my group in a group presentation since the spokesman had an appointment with our project supervisor that same day. The topic "feminism" was something everyone could relate too. I had even prepared by making researches and reading extensively on the topic. You needed to see me bragging among my peers that day. As in, a whole me, Mobola wants to do presentation in class. Dem go collect. I remembered rehearsing even before the class and everything was perfect.  The set time came and the lecture commenced. Of course the lecturer called out the groups scheduled for presentation that day and we all came out. The first group did their thing and discussions were centered on their presentation. Mobola should have been prepared by now, right? Ehn ehn. That's where the real deal came in. Suddenly, everyone was looking lik

I did a virtual catching up with some friends yesterday and yeah we really had a nice time, however, something broke the carmel's back. A particular lady, after the usual pleasantries, came up with "when is your wedding. I can't wait to eat jollof rice and chicken". As opposed to  my usual self, I was calm because I felt some things are better explained and drilled hard into people's brain before they get it. So I replied with " awwwn! It must be so long you ate jollof rice and chicken at home that you crave for it so badly; even if it means eating it a wedding". Now, this isn't me being sarcastic or trying to savage her. I further ask what was delaying her from getting married too and she replied "school" and moreover, her priorities are different from that now. A good and perfect answer I was looking for!   Certain responsibilities come with a ring. It is not all about the paparazzi. Are you even willing to shoulder the responsibilities t

Perfume is the most intense form of memory ~Jean Paul Sometimes back, I was of the opinion that gifting me perfumes and deodorant was a way of telling me "you have body odour, take care of yourself". . Pardon me for that archaic mentality. Happenings around me made me come to that conclusion. But now I know better. Nevertheless, I have grown to love perfumes even more than I can imagine. The compliments I receive when I wear one always leave me blushing; even though blacks do not blush. Funny enough, I am also particular about my bottle of perfume as I am with the content contained in the bottle. I can spend minutes admiring the bottle alone. Overtime, perfumes have been described as the "crowning glory" of one's dressing. Needless to say, your dressing is not complete without a perfume. Also, one plain secret I would like to share is that beauty is not the only ingredients/criteria that attracts people to you. You become automatically more attractive when you s

The world, right now, can be likened to a rotten egg. So many mishaps and sad happenings here and there; we do not even know what would happen in the next minute. But we are hoping on God that the sky would be blue again. As usual, I was surfing the internet and I stumbled on a post which was so disheartening. An elder brother stabbed his kid brother to death because of a bottle of drink; fanta. Yes, you read right. Ordinary fanta! In as much as we try to dismiss this as the devil's work, the fact still remains that sometimes, we are the devil. It is not until a man in a black apparel with horns appear.  More often than not, humans nurse mini demons that eventually develop into full blown monsters among which is ANGER. To me, anger is like a catalyst which fuels evil, hatred and what have you. It is so swift and easily ignited, however, it disappears as fast as lightning when it has achieved its aim leaving the host clueless and helpless. Uncle anger leaves you charged up with adre