Called an older maternal relative to tell him about my dad and his response was "Are you the person supposed to be informing me?" No condolences or nothing. Straight to family politics. Worst part is that he already heard but was waiting for ceremonial information.
FB just reminded me. This time 12 years ago I was organising a Christmas concert for the catechism kids at my parish in Hadejia, Jigawa state. Four months later the church compound was set ablaze because Buhari lost.
SIMPLE WAYS TO SPOT FAKE TWEETS
1. Influencer handles are very easy to spot. Don't RT anything from them.
2. Check the replies. If someone tweets something and refused to answer any questions, it's very likely fake.
3. Check the Quote RTs for corroboration.
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I have noticed that men rarely steal women’s dreams by forbidding them outright. Instead, they take our dreams slowly, over time, by urging us to be practical, by appealing to common sense. Like sand irritating an oyster, they wear you down.
34 is such a weird number to celebrate. Feels like it's standing on one leg, not quite sure where to place the other. Matches my mood.
When will this wisdom that's supposed to come with age descend on me, please?
Happy birthday Jite. You go dey all right.
The day of the concert, my anxiety was through the roof. My then-boyfriend came from Dutse for moral support. He didn't say a word when he saw me. Just took me in his arms and held me till I calmed down. Such a warm man. Gave the best pecks too.
Sadly, the memory is tainted by the most terrifying experience of my adult life. They would have killed me and people would have asked, "Wetin she dey find there? Why she no come back after NYSC." The death of my faith in Nigeria started from there.
I have some serious writing and editing skills and I'm happy to volunteer my services where needed. I'm also great for bouncing ideas off; coconut head and all that jazz.
Being in Hadejia was the happiest time for me. Teaching maths at an afternoon school to a gaggle of JSS boys who called me Miss Mary. Had a community. Had my small graphic design/printing business on the side. I was in love and loved.
There is a sensitivity and empathy that
@thearitokpo
brings to everything she does. From how she responds to people here to her work. And she's so firm and loving and open in the best way. Plus being a whole spec. Full bouquet. I'm a huge fan.
Stories that glamourise or trivialise sexual abuse (“dark humour”) will be rejected.
This is a short thread you will find helpful as you prepare to send in your submission.
Today was my last day as managing editor at Kachifo. I feel two things - pride and gratitude. When Muhtar Bakare told me that whatever I wanted to learn in grad school for two years, I'd learn more working at Kachifo, he didn't lie.
A short thread. A little over two years ago, I started working
@farafinabooks
It was a dream come true, something I'd been heading towards my whole life, aside from a short detour to study chemical engineering.
Sharing PDFs of e-books that haven't entered public domain and weren't put out for free by the author is piracy and that's a crime. If you didn't know before, you know now.
Stop it please. Pay for e-books.
An emotional response is a valid response.
An emotional response is a valid response.
An emotional response is a valid response.
An emotional response is a valid response.
An emotional response is a valid response.
An emotional response is a valid response.
Mumsy: Where dem dey open this sponge?
Me: Na so e be.
M: How I go take wash my back?
Me: ...
10 mins later.
M (calls from bathroom): Abeg come help me sponge my back.
Me: (sponges back)
Mumsy: The person wen do am no know say person go wash back? Abi e no get back?
I really want to spoil my friends. Trips on special occasions. Gifts just because - food baskets with all their favourite things, art, books, subscriptions, gadgets, money. Na poverty make person humble.
All madam says she wants for her 68th birthday is a complete set of Lambs' Tales from Shakespeare. If you know where I can get them, I'd appreciate the info.
(All she doesn't say she wants is a whole list.)
(Can you tell I'm not adopted?)
I am too opinionated, too strong-willed, too resistant to oppression, too aware of my own power to willingly shrink myself into the mold called "good woman".
My mum became more "annoying" as she got older. One thing that helped me deal with it was understanding that she hasn't been old before. Same way adulting is hard, old age is hard too. So my job is to make it as painless as possible for her.
Moved to Lagos 4 years ago to be a writer and today I'm managing editor at a top publishing house. I'm good at my job.
I have a knack for solving problems before they happen and finding the simplest solutions.
Working on something amazing with sister editor
@anwulipriscilla
Got really upset off a tweet this morning. But my anger was replaced by sadness. And I said a prayer. That they learn love and kindness. And if they know they're being insensitive but tweet anyway because, reactions, that thunder will fire them.
When I pour libation, I can almost feel my ancestors rolling their eyes at me. Even though I think it's the thought that counts. If they don't want Sprite and pidgin they should reincarnate please.
I've been trying to raise N2.5m for a project that gives children from low income families access to good African literature and a space to engage same. Since January. If you have connect that can help make this happen please DM me.
"But what does it mean?"
I've used this sentence as an editor more than any other because you writers like to flex too much. Writing sweet words that even you cannot explain. 😒
I don chop take belle face up. I no fit breathe again 🤣
The coconut rice was so so good. The banga rice took me back. Everything was a hit. The pepper soup needs yam. (Used
@Sisi_Yemmie
's recipes for the rice them)
Finally told my mum I was taking part in the
#EndSARS
protests and she wishes she could join in. "We go die one day anyway." All the stories I'd prepared to explain why I was doing it, no need. She totally gets it. Ah. Lion no dey born goat.
As a reader at some point you develop a taste and a nose for what's good. You become less trusting of hype and go with your instincts. You create a loose circle of discerning readers you trust.
If you're a writer/editor and are willing to volunteer your services for any of the grassroot projects being discussed on the TL, please reply this tweet. Translators too. I'll create a database.
I have some serious writing and editing skills and I'm happy to volunteer my services where needed. I'm also great for bouncing ideas off; coconut head and all that jazz.
What people don't get is that seeing so many people with happy daddy memories reminds you of what you didn't have and what you do have - a mother who picked up the ball and hit it out of the park. And it's okay to acknowledge that. It's not hate. It's their reality.
Dude you tweeted an entire article someone else researched and wrote (without acknowledging source) and you're accepting kudos like you did the work. It'd have been easier to tweet the link from Onigegewura's blog.
The Story of the Epic Battle Between King Sunny Ade and Chief Bolarinwa Abioro.
It was in 1974 that the news broke. Chief Bolarinwa Abioro, the Balogun of Ipokia, the Chairman of African Songs Limited, had taken his star musician to court! Everyone who knew KSA knew Abioro.
Book reads like a uni assignment that's due tomorrow. Lots of quotes edited and coupled together to achieve the word count without really saying anything new. It's a mediocre book. Not like I expected anything else.
Annual reminder that blood family can be trash, opportunistic, harmful and bad for you skin. Detach yourself with a sharp blade. People who love you should take precedence over people who share blood but hate you.
Oh, he talked, a lot, with his lips and his hands and his entire body and I hung on to every word. His talk fed me. His mind astounded me.
Rest well Binyavanga.
A lot of words in Pidgin retain the same spelling as the English words. No need to misspell in a bid to write "authentic" Pidgin. This is a drag reserved for writers sha.
When my boss told me I'd learn more at Kachifo in two years than I'd learn at any masters programme, I was a tad skeptical. 4-year work anniversary coming up and the man did not lie.
I'm looking for an intern to work with me🧐. Paid. A reader who is good at writing and research. Based in Lagos. Send a two-sentence bio and 300-word nonfiction writing sample (Word or PDF) to comms
@pivo
.africa
Email subject: Internship x full name
4. Ask the person who RTed to your TL if they verified it.
5. Check the tone. They're deliberately constructed to be panicky.
6. Check for specifics - when, where, how, who. Fake tweets are usually low on these.
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My very own 72yo. Retired secretary, grammar police ("I just dey buy the books to support"), kind, resilient, loving. Sister Felicia. Mama Onome. Riches. May God keep you for me.
Was visiting a friend in uni and there were a bunch of guys there. All of us dey hungry and they told me to go and cook. The story ended with one of them cooking indomie. They thought I'd be ashamed or something but na me first carry fork.
Have your boys in that kitchen learning how to cook from early so they don’t grow up to bother female students at university who are busy with their own studies to cook for them 🙂 I know we all saw that at university too, especially in our black community!
Favourite part of today was seeing my mum. She's the light of my life. I'm the light of hers. We're both stubborn af. And agree that gisting/eating with and telling your kids stories when they're younger is a great way to build rapport with them.
1st or 2nd year uni. Went to visit a guy I thought was my friend. He chose the time I said I'd visit to have a shower and come out in a towel and be rapey. Long story short, I stabbed him in the arm with a compass. He avoided me for the rest of uni.
Growing-up stories I will write one day.
1. Confessing to witchcraft.
2. Stealing money to buy mills and boon.
3. Friendship with a last born named Senior.
4. Lying to a mother who knows you're lying.
5. Finding out everyone didn't eat their bread with sugared water.
I'm learning to be kinder in my dealings with people and my responses to situations and I'm so proud of that. Even when I'm upset, holding back is something I'm cultivating. It's hard but I'm doing it.
One of my biggest faults is my impatience with people. I forget that solutions that are obvious to me aren't always obvious others. Learning to watch my tone and the unintentional condescension.
I'm always being asked in my DMs, on Whatsapp, on the streetz 😂, "how can I earn money from my writing?"
First, let's confirm you can write.
Second, attend this workshop. See
@Angelsandmuse
TL for more info.
Also
@ayodejirotinwa
knows the work.
Every time I think about how healthy my body image is, I trace it back to my mum. She never, not once, said anything negative about my looks. Not even as a joke or to tease me.
They've soaked some people's head inside motivational speaker BS. Be quoting books and rhyming words. There are natural laws you cannot motivational speak your way out of.
Best part of my growing up is not realising we were poor. Mumsy sheltered us from that knowledge. Taught me contentment and put a hunger for more in me at same time. Why I'll be her stan forever.
Course to teach proofreading and copyediting and in your course description there's wrong capitalisation, inconsistent spellings, wrong use of an abbreviation. Whatchu teaching?
Happy birthday Minister of Enjoyment, book baby, anti-stock cubes crusader, defender of alcoholic beverages, efiko, super employee, dear friend. Have a beautiful year ahead.
@ThatPHCBoy
❤