Wednesday, 7 December 2016

There is Work Ahead...

Last month, I read on Facebook, A woman’s cry for help. The woman, a widow with kids met a married guy on Facebook group and they started dating in secret. The guy slept with her countless times and even made some cash from her then the bombshell; the guy was also sleeping with another widow he met in the same group. Unfortunately, the first woman is HIV positive and she didn’t deny it yet the guy slept with her without protection. The lady also said she believed the guy is HIV positive because of some stuff that happened while they were still together. To summarize everything, the guy started blackmailing the woman and threatened to expose her. The smart woman came out and told people and turned the table against the guy.


Today, I read another story from a heartbroken man whose wife of several years, the mother of his five kids aged 16 downward, started sleeping with younger men she met on Facebook. The man saw the clips the guys made and were using to blackmail the wife and he saved her by using military authority to arrest them and retrieve the recorded videos. As I write, the culprits are still in detention.

Sometimes back, a sister came to me to help her publish the nudes of her husband and two different married women. The women were sexting with the guy and somehow the chats got into wrong hands. The two women are married with kids.

Either we accept it or not, there is fire on the mountain and no one is immune to it. Not even the saints as long as you have families, you can get caught in the web of shame sprawling like a fierce fire in the harmattan. Ask Miss Anambra family members and they will tell you the meaning of transferred shame.

When we were younger, the bad eggs could be easily ignored. We know them in schools and communities. They were the ones our parents told us to be careful of. Their parents were not even covering them up and the community labelled them bad eggs. It was easy for us to be caught hanging out with them and someone will quietly tell our parents they saw us hanging out with the bad one. Correcting us and putting us on the right track was so easy back then because there were little negative vibes around to contaminate us except for the few Lagos kids that comes around to the village during festive period and because we didn’t build enough friendship with them to get polluted. There was no Facebook, No Phones and no means of communication except writing letters. It was easy to protect our minds and sanity.

The situation is different now. There are people who are already condemned but they are everywhere on social media, connecting with us and making friendship.

Back then, in schools, some good kids were easily swayed and polluted by the bad ones they mingled with and people were quick to point out that they changed because they started frolicking with a particular bad one.  Some got pregnant; some spent years failing exams and some became cultist and all the bad things you can think of.

And very much like the truth, a lot of kids simply lack self-esteem and self-realization and they were simply following the footsteps and directions of others. Those ones, who were fragile and unsure back then, have grown to adults. Married and scattered everywhere but the majority of them still lack self-esteem. Some are even trying to come out of it now by seeking validation, making many virtual friends and writing personal stories to garner more confidence and unfortunately keep followers. Many have said so many things about themselves and partners that shouldn’t even be in the open. There is a difference between being open and being out rightly uncouth.
Now, what do we have? Millions of people, with failed and tacky background on social media tampering with the sanity of the few timid cultured ones. I was added to a group back then and a woman was saying she smokes and even went further to say there is no biggie to it and was encouraging women to try it, Someone said she has slept with everything except animal, I read so many creepy things and I quietly left the group.

Somebody told me the other time, Mide, I was almost going mad, After reading all the post on SEX and all, I started trying it in my marriage and one day, my husband couldn’t hide his annoyance when he said I should stop sending him sex messages at work. He wanted to know who I have been talking to and the sudden change. “This is not the woman I married”. I was just giggling.

The truth is, our kids are getting exposed to negative vibes. Someone who didn’t succeed in her marriage will automatically turn to a marriage counselor. Someone who has attitude problems and never had a guy showing interest in her will turn to a feminist. Someone who smokes, drinks and never kept her home as a woman will become the admin of a group that some women will be looking up to as mentor.

There is a huge gap. The younger ones are looking for mentors but they can’t find any so they have turned to social media and picked on the wrong set of people. That is why a book about how a marriage failed will sell out on Amazon in 3days while a book on how to build your marriage will not sell 10copies. We are now celebrating irrelevancies.

And that is why you need to brace up and be the mentor your kids’ desire and long for. That is if you have the attributes of a mentor. That is why you should be more concerned now because someone in faraway North Carolina, Who never stepped foot on the soil called Nigeria will have so much influence on your child and make them do the unthinkable.

It’s a small world. If you still want to groom kids who have it put together, get involve now. Who are they joining on social media? Who are their friends? What group do they belong to? What chats are they sending? What chats are they responding to? You need to know now.


Friday, 23 September 2016

IS HE CHEATING OR WHEN WILL HE CHEAT?

It’s Friday and I think it's “okay” to discuss this subject matter.

I have heard it uncountable times… They say “all men cheat and if he hasn’t cheated on you yet, just wait, he will still do it”… I must confess, that is some crazy shit.



No matter how “hard or strong or whatever feminine adjective” you want to use, as a woman, it will bug you… Like sometimes, you will ask yourself the question without any hope for an answer… “Will this guy still cheats on me?”

A respected male friend, who is older and have a relationship with God told me once… “Babe, all men cheats”. Sometimes, they do it and snap out of it and never go back and sometimes, they get carried away. So I asked him, Did you at any time cheats on your wife and he answered in the affirmative with a but “I later realized I was wrong and stopped it”

Okay… this morning, I walked up to lehubs to ask him “dude, have you cheated on me since we got married? He looked at me and said “Mide, wo o, it’s too early for your jamb question. I need to go to work. I’m late already” he noticed I wasn’t going to bulge so he said No and you know it’s No so why are you bothering yourself?

Wait a minute, am I actually bothering myself? (A question I ask myself often)

So I asked again, when are you likely going to cheat? Let me know now o so that I can start planning my reaction….he smiled dryly and looked away forming activities… You know I won’t let this go away like that…So I said, you heard me dude…

His response was…”Did Baba Adeboye cheats on his wife? I responded are you Baba Adeboye?
Did Baba Oyedepo cheat on his wife? Are you Oyedepo?

Did Oyakhilome cheat on his wife? See, I don’t like the direction this response is going… Who are you calling next?

Just answer the question Yes or No…. but wait, was I actually waiting for an answer?


Guys can be funny.. Some of you are cheating already and you know it… 

Olorun a wo ola oja oni, ola jimoh, a fi tu asiri yin. Asiri yin ma to tu.

Thursday, 22 September 2016

DEAR SINGLE LADY, PROTECT YOUR SELF-ESTEEM...

Dear Nigerian Single Lady,

PROTECT YOUR SELF-ESTEEM, YOU WILL NEED IT FOR THE DAYS AHEAD.

This is a real life story. A sad one I will say. When I was in the university, I met a wonderful lady. It was during the registration time and as freshers in the university, a lot of people were at the hall to perfect their registration. I am not one to make friends easily but in the midst of the hustling and bustling, I rested my eyes on a beautiful lady. It was love at first sight. So acting on impulse, I walked up to her. “Hello, I am Olamide”, I told her. Oh, I am Maria (not real name) she replied. Right there,I asked her “Can I be your friend?” and she said “Why not we can be friends”.



...Her intelligence, Innocence, Humility and Friendliness shone from afar. She is a very intelligent lady. A very self-assured lady too.

We became friends and we are still friends. I did almost all the visiting and talks. Well, somehow in my heart deep down, I knew at some point, she got really tired of my friendship. I was obsessed with her and immediately I found out she was getting really tired of our friendship, I backed out to let her breathe well.

Those traits I saw in her the first day were actually a tip of the iceberg. She is a woman full of good virtue. She is nice to a fault, never saying a bad word, careful to hurt people, intelligent, caring, considerate, humble, submissive and a listener.

You know in 100level, a lit bit of dating here and there. We were just admitted to the university and the boys were coming in droves well, maybe not for me but for her. A lot of genuine guys were on her case. She would tell me, I don’t want to get involved. I don’t want to see them. I was always the mediator, always collecting wine and chocolates on her behalf from suitors. She would say, Lammy, please I don’t need this wine because I don’t want to date this guy and it’s morally wrong. I always have an answer for her. Babes, abeg collect am and eat something. Who says you should date them. Just chop and clean mouth. She would insist it was wrong for me to do that… In my mind I was always like, which kind babe be this.

A lot of good guys came along and she just wasn’t interested. Those guys left after a while. By the time we were in 200level, we weren’t that close because her hostel was a mile apart from mine and I was always the one visiting her and… I started dating so the whole stuff was taking my time. You know dating is a lot of work especially if it’s a first time. First time I was dating in my whole life and my friend didn’t like my boyfriend and somehow the feeling is mutual, my boyfriend too didn’t like her so, I just decided to boycott her side to save the friction.

One day, my friend called me. I was already tied down with politics. I was vying for a post in the student union election and I was involved in campaign and all that stress. We were in 200level. Her birthday was coming in weeks and she is celebrating it. Something told me that was a bit unusual so I dug further. “Babe, this is not you. You are a conservative and introverted lady who naturally would not even contemplate marking her birthday in this way. What happened to you?” Then she told me, I am dating Kunle (real name) and he said I must mark my birthday in a big way.

Kunle? Who is Kunle I probed further? Do I know him? She said No, You don’t know him. He’s in my department. I replied, Oh, okay. I need to see him. The day I saw this guy, I knew there was a problem... I don’t like him but who am I to like him. After the party, I told my friend, I don’t like your guy. Then she said “I don’t like your guy too but you didn’t leave him so I think it’s okay like that. I like Kunle”. I shrugged it off. If you are happy then, no wahala.

Monday, 19 September 2016

DEAR MEN, LOVE BREEDS SUBMISSION

Dear Nigerian Single Lady,

I want to talk to you. I have been trying so hard to ignore the push to talk to you but at this very crucial time, it will be suicidal not to talk to you. I really do not know if I am qualified to talk to you seeing that I have just been married for a little over five years while our relationship is officially ten years, our friendship is sixteen years. However, you do not stand at a loss if you choose to read this piece.



I congratulate you for holding your peace this long. It’s crazy living in an environment like ours. I understand perfectly what you are going through and I am optimistic that very soon, we will overcome. It’s just a matter of time.

Let me start by saying, whenever you decide to marry, be very watchful of men that sings submission like an anthem. A real man will emphasize Love before emphasizing Submission. In truth, Love breeds Submission. Love in its purest form. Love, exactly like how Jesus loved us and died for us. A man who loves you will see himself in you. He won’t hurt. He won’t think he’s doing you a favour by helping you out because he knows he’s helping himself out. He will respect you because he knows it automatically means respecting himself. He will fight for you, protect you, enable you to succeed and cheer you on.

He won’t bring you down, he won’t break your spirit, he won’t speak negatively of/about you, and he won’t abuse you physically and emotionally. He will act as a shoulder for you to fall on. In him, you will have peace. Complete peace to be YOU, without any form of pretense or fear.

DO. NOT. LET. ANY. HUMAN. DEFINE. YOUR. HAPPINESS.

I have read horrible things online and chief among is the popular phrase from some misogynist about women who have a voice. I am a woman with a voice. People who know me well will tell you my voice in the physical is not compared to what I write online. However, my voice has never been the reason why I suffered any misfortune either in relationship or marriage. I know a lot of singles are trying to hide their true self. Maybe if I act so quiet and unassuming, maybe I can get a man who will marry me… 

The society has played a major role in throwing all the blames at the women’s feet. It’s vile, filled with male-supremacist and it doesn’t encourage women to be true to themselves. You will have to constantly swim against the tide to get ashore and I must confess to you that it’s worth every stroke and flap.

DEAR MEN, LOVE BREEDS SUBMISSION

Dear Nigerian Single Lady,

I want to talk to you. I have been trying so hard to ignore the push to talk to you but at this very crucial time, it will be suicidal not to talk to you. I really do not know if I am qualified to talk to you seeing that I have just been married for a little over five years while our relationship is officially ten years, our friendship is sixteen years. However, you do not stand at a loss if you choose to read this piece.



I congratulate you for holding your peace this long. It’s crazy living in an environment like ours. I understand perfectly what you are going through and I am optimistic that very soon, we will overcome. It’s just a matter of time.

Let me start by saying, whenever you decide to marry, be very watchful of men that sings submission like an anthem. A real man will emphasize Love before emphasizing Submission. In truth, Love breeds Submission. Love in its purest form. Love, exactly like how Jesus loved us and died for us. A man who loves you will see himself in you. He won’t hurt. He won’t think he’s doing you a favour by helping you out because he knows he’s helping himself out. He will respect you because he knows it automatically means respecting himself. He will fight for you, protect you, enable you to succeed and cheer you on.

He won’t bring you down, he won’t break your spirit, he won’t speak negatively of/about you, and he won’t abuse you physically and emotionally. He will act as a shoulder for you to fall on. In him, you will have peace. Complete peace to be YOU, without any form of pretense or fear.

DO. NOT. LET. ANY. HUMAN. DEFINE. YOUR. HAPPINESS.

I have read horrible things online and chief among is the popular phrase from some misogynist about women who have a voice. I am a woman with a voice. People who know me well will tell you my voice in the physical is not compared to what I write online. However, my voice has never been the reason why I suffered any misfortune either in relationship or marriage. I know a lot of singles are trying to hide their true self. Maybe if I act so quiet and unassuming, maybe I can get a man who will marry me… 

The society has played a major role in throwing all the blames at the women’s feet. It’s vile, filled with male-supremacist and it doesn’t encourage women to be true to themselves. You will have to constantly swim against the tide to get ashore and I must confess to you that it’s worth every stroke and flap.

I need to convince you that If Joseph hadn’t spoken his dreams out, maybe his brothers wouldn’t have sold him to Egypt and maybe he wouldn’t have become an international leader. His voice brought him out there to the wolves and his uprightly took him to the throne. If David hadn’t spoken out about his strength and ability to conquer Goliath it would have taken him years to get that same opportunity.

Do not let any man stop you from attaining your goals, achieving your dreams and breaking new grounds. Do not say because you are single, you will not drive a good car, wear a nice cloth and build your own house. Your own man, whom God has ordained for you, will not be intimidated by your success of how big your dreams are. Instead, he will support you and constantly push you to achieve more. You will know it’s him if you are patient and watchful because behind every calculated acts of Love, truth will form like a cloud. Only the patient and reasonable will see.

Don’t let the constant and continuous chauvinistic thoughts or societal pressure push you to make the wrong move. If you have waited this far then, you have no point going for a left-over. There are left-overs among men, Do not marry a Male liability.

(c) Mide Pearl 2016

Wednesday, 24 August 2016

USA MADE OVER $10,000,000 FROM NIGERIA THROUGH REJECTED VISA APPLICATION

This report from the USA government shows that Nigerians contributed over $10,000,000 to the growing economy of USA through rejected nonimmigrant visa application medium.

Compared to other African countries, Nigerians lead the packs with more than 70% as against Ghana, the next contender. It's pathetic to say the least that young and vibrant Nigerians are leaving in droves to seek greener pastures in other countries. A lot hides under the umbrella of education and vacation to leave the country knowing fully well that they do not intend to come back to Nigeria.


SHERIFF SHITTU: SOMETIMES, THE ROAD GETS FOGGY

Sheriff has experiences spanning years and he worked with the industry leaders. It's so unfortunate that he's closing down showroom.ng

12 Years a hustler, time to go home
I’m exhausted; it’s been roller coaster for the past 12 years having started my first startup then and ever since, it’s been from one to the other.
I really felt I could succeed, I have read the right books, the right blogs, draft right business plan and but in execution I have fallen short. Maybe it’s time to change things a little, something is quite wrong I think.
The height of it was last year end, business was doing fairly well then everything started crashing. Somehow I survived the robbery at gun point in the middle and rally round to try to make things work, but getting worse and every now and then the thought will always come around, what if it all ends here? What if I just have an accident right now (while driving home at 11pm on third mainland bridge)? Maybe it was law of attraction but somehow I had an accident but in the daytime when I didn’t think about it.
I launched showroom.ng almost 2yrs now and within months with all the permutation (maybe strategy) we were on a super roll, the dream roll. I think personally I wasn’t introspective enough as I was just riding with the tide. That’s super wrong for a CEO, “you don’t just work in your company you work on it”, so they say. I only read it, I didn’t live it.
I personally won’t attribute the failure to wrong market, or wrong product. It was a wrong execution.
Maybe this will help
1.      Weak domain expertise: we don’t have that in our team, inasmuch as I tried to learn on the fly, this will fucking take years of learning, practice before charging people. I had personally underwrote mistakes from partner or staff 100%, just so you could make customers happy, but resources are limited we do not have that much and our products are heavy items.
2.      Speed: the edge a startup has over bigger company is suppose to be speed, yeah for a couple of our products we were fast but for so many we were terribly late. Building features, making user experience superb is not my strength, I’m ninja but in the team we didn’t have either or could afford one.
3.      Team setup; success of any endeavor have a lot of tie to the people behind it. Looking back, I’d selected those with; domain expertise, better work ethic (than myself) and complimentary strength.

THE MAN, HIS DOG AND A NAME - LESSONS TO LEARN

The story of Joachim Iroko aka Joe is an unfortunate one. It’s a story of every Nigerian who has no authority or power. It’s our everyday experience in the hands of someone better connected than us. It’s our struggle against the tyranny and oppression from the affluent. It’s symbolizes how our voice can be drown in the ocean of law. It’s a pathetic story of every one of us.

Joe is an average Nigerian, a Nigerian that struggles everyday to put foods on his family table. He has a wife and a kid and he’s expecting another beautiful addition anytime soon. His living condition is not one to be proud of. He’s simply struggling. Struggling to make ends meet, in a country that is flowing with milk and honey but haunted by corruption and poverty.

Joe, like every one of us is angry; angry with the system and the past failures of our leaders. You know, Poverty breeds anger. As a matter of truth, a lot of people are anger has its roots from poverty. People are angry because there are meals to be paid for and there is no money, angry because the school fees are fast approaching and there is no money. We all are racing against time in a country that frustrates every attempt to break even except you are highly connected.

Joe has a neighbor. A non-Nigerian whose father’s name is BUHARI. Joe’s neighbor is not far-away from him. They share the same floor in his rented face-me-I face-you apartment. Without anybody telling us, we can deduce that Joe has been having constant issues with his neighbor. Joe bought a dog and named it Buhari.

His neighbor was angry and he connived with his friend a police officer to arrest Joe. Joe was charged with criminally punishable offence described as “conduct likely to cause breach of peace”. He was remanded in prison until he can perfect his bail bonds.

Reactions from Nigerians followed on social media and print media. A lot of people are angry. People are screaming for his release. It’s been a week full of activities from the pro and anti Joe’s judgment. Unfortunately, despite the whole hullaballoo, the man, Joe, at the middle of this drama is still cooling off in prison. His pregnant wife is an emotional wreck.

There are many lessons to learn from this rather unfortunate but avoidable drama.
I must elaborate on the fact that If you are an average Nigerian with little or no influence from a known authority, you must learn to act in ways that will not bring you in contact with troubles. A lot of times, we know that the just suffers unjustly because they have no voice and we should avoid every means to be in such situation.

  • The provision of the law is sovereign and at the same time, the law is blind. If Joe’s lawyer was able to prove to the court that Joe’s action was not premeditated and he didn’t act in a manner worthy of causing chaos, Joe’s wouldn’t be in the cell. Unfortunately, Joe’s doesn’t even have the means to hire a lawyer.

Tuesday, 23 August 2016

The Rise of Anthonia Alasa Ojenagbon and Silton Kitchen.

  • A recipient of Federal Government Youwin Initiative
  • Tony Elumelu Entrepreneurship Programme
  • She has featured in several Newsprints both locally and internationally.
  • She is an advocate of NO To RAPE and the Founder of Bruised But Not Broken. A social cause that speaks against abuse and rape. She survived Rape from a close relative at an early age and that has not stopped her from launching forward.


Ladies and Gentlemen, Read a little about her journey here, in her WORDS.

I am still celebrating Pepperlicious Snails because Pepperlicious Snails and l have come a long way.

Weeks ago life happened again but through it all l am grateful to still be around. Yes, grateful I am still around. When l got the message from Marketing Ministers UK about this award, l didn't know how to express my emotions. Here I am thanking God I am still here, and now this... Hmmn!

I tried to write but didn't know what to write or remember what to write. But in the place of prayer two days ago everything l had forgotten came and dear Lord, you know I am grateful. ‪#‎ObuluJesu

Let me tell you about this darling called Pepperlicious Snails ready to eat. When l started selling snails’ l got lots of encouragement from my class mates at Pan Atlantic University CEM 11 but l didn't think about what would happen after the programme. I thought the patronage would continue, but how wrong I was.

Alas, it was not so. I got so frustrated in my effort to market, l tried all the marketing methods l knew and just everything seem to work against me, of course l became depressed, crying daily became the order of the day, l just wanted to be useful, every day my husband will beg me to keep hope alive, Sylvester will tell Tonia there is greatness inside of you, l will make snails and give out for free so people could just taste and know it’s delicious, l started selling Sunday Jollof rice after services on Sunday, some people will order and will never collect it, they won’t pick their calls, l will be forced to give out the rice, because l am a very creative and restless person, l begged my husband to pay for a new course l went to learn shoe and bag making, l even got a certificate for it.

But you see there is a God who is all knowing .A merciful God who is the father of the fatherless and Helper of the helpless. The God who makes a way where there is no way. The God who sits in Heaven and makes the earth His footstool. The Agbanilagbatan.

In 2012 the federal government program Youwin was for only women, 1200 women were going to be selected from all the geo political zones of Nigeria to get grant to fund their businesses, God in His infinite mercy decided that Pepperlicious snails’ business plan was one of the 1200 finalist. I cannot describe the shock that followed. How can this be possible, 1200 women from the whole Nigeria and my name made the list. How when l don’t know anybody in power, when l don’t have any rich uncle, Immediately l heard my name was among the finalists l started crying and my husband says to me Tonia you should be happy but l was just crying. My joy knew no bound, my tears were wiped away, l didn't have to beg again before my snails were bought. All of a sudden this girl Tonia was intelligent after all.

AFTER MAYOWA AHMED, WHO IS NEXT?

Mayowa’s journey has brought us back to the realization that it’s a long way home. It’s a case that has shown us time and again that we have failed. We have failed as a nation. The news that Mayowa died in a South-African hospital is enough to make us reflect over what our health system has turned into.



Living with sickle-cell is a nightmare on its own. This nightmare often leads to depression in a country like Nigeria. In Nigeria, Most sickle-cell patients’ use over-the-counter analgesics to relieve their pains during crisis because it’s affordable. Government hospitals are lackadaisical when it comes to promptness in attending to patients and privately-owned hospitals are expensive for the average Nigerian. The reason is not far-fetched, the monthly minimum wage for a working Nigeria is less than $70.

Mayowa’s case was an unfortunate one. A case that explains an average Nigerian mindset. A mindset of superstitious and erroneous belief. A mindset that discourages people coming out early to seek for help. Sick people are kept far away by families and relatives. Illnesses are covered up until it becomes unmanageable. The secrecy and attitude of Nigerians to issues concerning health has corroborated the fact that we are still not done with archaic mentalities.
The health system too is completely gone. 

We have no health infrastructure that can detect the simplest of all ailments. The few government hospitals that have these facilities are faced with hundreds of people who are waiting to use the facilities despite the tormenting bureaucracies they have to follow. Dying patients who are calm enough to withstand all hurdles placed by those who are employed and paid by government to manage the facilities are in millions. People are making fortune out of other's predicaments. Humanity is gone and Empathy has been thrown to the dogs.

In the midst of all these, we saw Mayowa, a lady, who fought sickle-cell gallantly for more than twenty years. Except, you take a second look, you won’t know she was a sickle-cell patient. She comes across as someone who enjoys the advantage of a modest family with not-so-much wealth but enough to take care of their needs. Her sickle-cell was managed perfectly by her family until Cancer came knocking.

Her woes were compounded by the terrible state of our healthcare system. For a long time, ovarian cancer was diagnosed as Ulcer. I have seen and read worse things but hers is a mistake that we shouldn’t even be making in 2016. How on earth can a hospital diagnosed cancer as ulcer? So for a very long time, hospitals were billing her family on the premise that she was suffering from ulcer. By the time it was clear that it wasn’t ulcer but ovarian cancer, it was too late. The cancer has metastasized.

I can be so sure that while the whole issues was going on, several people told them to go to churches, mosques and other places to seek help. They would have been duped by fake miracle pastors and Imams. Mayowa would have been made to drink different concoctions all in the name of supernatural healing and just like every mortal who is afraid of death; she would have obliged and struggled with death to stay alive.