Mobola Writes

Picture credit: Clip art library Have you ever been in a phase where everything that seems interesting to you becomes shadow? Yes, I have been there and I can relate perfectly; atleast a 99.9%. Underutilization of one's skill or ability, so to say, can be a determining factor in relegating one to a depressed state.  This kind of phase is quite different from the usual because it doesn't have to do with pay nor work environment. It is a bit tilted towards having to deal with same routine everyday when one can actually explore. That feeling of "I can do better than this or be somewhere expressing my potential" but caged in a corner where it is hard to leave. The saddest thing is this feeling begins so little which makes it almost impossible to decipher until it's become a large sore to deal with it. Is it then okay to be bombarded with so much workload? Absolutely not! Everything in life requires balance and one's work-life, including other facet of life, is not

Being a born and bred Lagos babe doesn't guarantee that one wouldn't exhibit some "villageism" traits.  Don't bother to look for that word in the dictionary; it's from the heavens.  Throwing back to the first time I came across a proper molue bus and I can't stop asking myself if I was actually the one that displayed that level of araokoness . It was my first time in Oshodi; one of the craziest place in Lagos. Forget the semi tush Oshodi that has evolved now. Oshodi used to be, and is still if I'm not mistaken, the headquarter of all atrocities: both the invented one and the one Satan is still thinking of inventing.  My mum had planned to pay my cousin a visit at Abule Egba and since I was not so used to going out, she decided to take me along. The journey was smooth until we got to Oshodi. I saw all shades of rickety old long buses popularly known as "molue"  painted in yellow and white. The buses looked like they were going to fall to the