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Infidelity: What Makes People Cheat?

Hi guys. It’s me. Again. You’re probably rolling your eyes right about now. I know. Hah. So last night whilst trying desperately, and failing to fall asleep, I decided to go on Quora and I came across an article on something very close to my heart. Infidelity.  For as long as I can remember, as far back as my teenage years, around the time I stopped thinking the opposite sex was a bunch of sniveling gits, I’ve always had a strong principled zero tolerance for cheating. My views might’ve been unrealistic at the time as I believed if you love someone, you wouldn’t even be tempted to betray their trust and loyalty, which is the end result of infidelity. But as I grew older, and began to see the world in a new light, I’ve come to realize that not everything is as black and white as I’ve always thought. There is right, there is wrong and there is that middle ground, in-between right and wrong, good and bad, influenced by confounders. And this, technically also applies to infidelity. Now we
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My Skin Journey:Bullies, Hospitals and Self-Acceptance

Have you ever been bullied because of your flawed skin? Had kids refuse to let you play on the swings? Were you the outcast amongst your friend groups? It’s an awful feeling that leaves you insecure and lonely.  For as long as I can remember, I’ve had chickenpox-like spots on my body; my arms and legs only, thank God. I had a case of chickenpox and the spots stayed, marking me like a leper. This was particularly worrisome for my parents and they spent a lot of time and resources trying to find a solution.  I can vividly recall the sterile smell of the hospitals, the patterned walls of the demartologist's office, the mechanical sounds of people and machines, the dreadful sight of those needles that endlessly pricked my veins, stealing my blood. Tests, they called it. To find out what was wrong with me. My fear of needles was birthed sitting in those stiff examining chairs, my mom holding my head away as blood was drawn. At some point, I was tired. I had accepted my fate. I’d never h

Star Crossed Lovers

                                        CHAPTER ONE    The woods were dark as a raven’s hide and the only light was from the full moon. I didn’t pause to admire its beauty, I ran. I ran like my life depended on it because yeah, it kinda did. I could hear the sound of feet pounding the forest floor, matching my own in this frenzied chase. What it was, I didn’t know. I only knew the why. I had to strain my eyes to avoid running into trees because I couldn’t afford to give It any chance of catching up to me.     My chest hurt, my breaths coming in short bursts. I could feel my heart working overtime to keep up with the strain I was exerting on it. Air, I need more air. I felt lightheaded, my vision disoriented, slowly failing me in my hour of need. And still, It chased me, not affected in the slightest. Just a little bit more, I thought. The Cottage was just a little ahead. It was my sanctuary.           Once inside, I’d be safe from the creature of the night that hunted me. For it was th

Star Crossed Lovers

                           PROLOGUE     Silence. Deafening silence. That’s when I realized something was wrong. Not even the rustling of a leaf could be heard. My heart pounding, I gathered my skirts and ran. I didn’t run away, I ran towards the danger. Oh God, please...My breathing was getting erratic, I was falling over the overgrown roots and tree barks and still, I ran. I was gasping for air by the time I came upon him.    I could feel the moment my heart dropped to my stomach. It was as though the world had stopped, just me and him, the clearing....and the blood. Oh, the blood. I’d never seen so much blood flow from one person.     I inched closer, afraid of what I’d find. Don't let him be dead please, I prayed. I bent down a little unsteadily and fell forward on his chest. He wasn't moving. Maybe I was too panicked. I raised my head, and placed my hand on his face, slowly inching it down to that tiny vein in his throat that’d tell me what I wanted to know. At first, there

A Humanitarian Nightmare: The Realities of Refugees and IDPs in Nigeria

         A Humanitarian Nightmare: The Realities of Refugees and IDPs in Nigeria As far back as I can remember, I’ve always associated refugees with war-torn countries, bombs going off and people scrambling around with meager belongings on their back, in hopes of outrunning death. Collateral damages of a country’s pride and bloodthirsty need for war.  But as I age, and become more exposed to the dark realities of the world, I’ve come to realize that those numbers aren’t just figures and blank faces, they are people. With lives, families, occupations; lovers, neighbors, friends; and lost dreams. They are human, with names and identities. Just like me and I. It could be any of one of us. Because in the world we live in today, we’re not so far removed from the reality (or more appropriately, nightmare) of being refugees or displaced ourselves. It’s already happening.                                                    There’s a saying, ‘Your worst fears can and will come true.’ I’m sure at

Interview With Khalil Nur Khalil: Executive Secretary of Kaduna Investment Promotion Agency (KADIPA)

   On Sunday, the 16th of January 2021, I had the opportunity to sit down with Khalil Nur Khalil, the rising and hardworking new Executive Secretary of Kaduna Investment Promotion Agency. He’s the brain behind all the newly constructed infrastructure, transforming Kaduna into a millennial city in its own rights, and on its way to becoming the future hub of Africa. We had some interesting discussions that revolved around economics, life philosophies, unemployment in Nigeria, cryptocurrency, and dealing with burn outs. Read on!  Aisha : At this point, I think the world knows who Khalil Nur Khalil is but can you briefly introduce yourself please? Khalil: Hello Aisha, my name is Khalil Nur Khalil. I am the Executive Secretary of KADIPA (Kaduna Investment Promotion Agency).     Aisha: What drives/what motivates you? What makes you get up every morning even when you’re on the threshold of burn out, and keeps you going? What is the biggest contributing factor?  Khalil: What motivates me? So l