Day 12 "Kill the dang thing! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Kill it already!" You're probably wondering what all the exclamation is about. That's the typical reaction to most insects; cockroaches, flies, bugs and most especially spiders. Especially from most females (sorry female folk, I had to say it). They are … Continue reading Moye’s 30 days: On Spiders and Courage
Day 11 Light! The very word connotes bright. Like the vision at the end of a tunnel, Shaped in the form of a funnel. It is that burning hope, That feels like a slippery slope. It feels your dreams at night, Dressed in shiny armor like a knight. It is that wave of brightness, Pushing … Continue reading Moye’s 30 days: On Light and Hope
Day 9 & 10 Hola! Ciao! You may have noticed that I didn't post anything yesterday. Well, yesterday was a bad day. After typing up yesterday's post and saving it to my Google Drive, I couldn't find the document. I tried recovering it but nothing worked. I was too frustrated to start typing something else … Continue reading Moye’s 30 days: On Music and Evolution
Day 8 Hi, Good evening. I trust we've had good days all round and even if it wasn't good, I truly sympathise with you. Some days are just like that. Kick starting today's post is the usual daily update. Today, I continued exercising. I actually enjoyed it. At least most parts. Until we got to … Continue reading Moye’s 30 days: On Smiling and Hurting
Day 7 Mondays are the absolute worst. If you live in Lagos, just forget it then. Double the dosage. Getting from point A to point B is like getting a camel to pass through the eye of a needle, impossible! (Clearly exaggerating here but you get the drift) Patrick was having the Monday from hell. … Continue reading Moye’s 30 days: On Curves and Waiting
Day 6 Today's post is going to be a bit different from the norm. Today, I'm going to be taking us to church a bit. First of all on today's update, after much coercion and talk, I actually did exercise today. I surprised myself really because I endured more than I thought I would. I … Continue reading Moye’s 30 days: On Faith and Surrender
Day 5 Hands. What comes to mind when you see or hear the word, "hands"? For a lot of us, the first thing that comes to mind is Sanitise! Sanitise! Sanitise! Wash your hands! Corona's done a number on us really. Brainstorming on what to write, an image comes to mind. I'm sure most of … Continue reading Moye’s 30 days: On Hands and Humanity
Day 4 Growing up as a child, I didn't exactly have a favorite dish. The closest thing I had to a favorite dish was eba and ogbono soup. Man, I loved that soup. Once I found out that mom.was cooking ogbono soup my taste buds began to salivate in anticipation. I even remember asking my … Continue reading Moye’s 30 days: On Soups and Joy
Day 3 I spent the first eight years of my life on a street called Alhaji Salami. As streets go, it's the typical street you'd find in the city of Lagos. Big houses and small ones, bungalows and story buildings, the holy, churchy neighbors and the person the whole street loves to hate. All sorts … Continue reading Moye’s 30 days: On Robberies and Masks
Day 2 It had been a hot afternoon as is typical with Lokoja these days. The heat had taken a life of its own in the last two days despite the rains that had fallen the previous week. It was as if Lucifer had opened the gates of hell a tiny bit to let Lokoja … Continue reading Moye’s 30 days: On Corn and Being Grateful.
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