BUNMILOFE'S MUSINGS

I like to think I love Christmas. I mean, who doesn't? It’s the one time when our lack of street lights does not matter because Christmas lights flood the streets. It’s the time when everyone claims to do discounts and sales, only that the clothes one actually wants are never really on sales. It’s also that time when your employer gives you a bonus that you end up spending  to pay up the gift debts you acquired all through the year. Well, not that I am complaining, the fact that there is a bonus to spend and dear ones to spend it on is in itself a blessing. However, the process of picking so many special gifts for so many special people without spending so much is like solving a further maths inspired word problem in two minutes without a scientific calculator. How does one buy the perfectly special yet affordable gift? This nagging question reminds me of an experience I had few Fridays back on the trip home from work. There was this Hausa man standing in the traffic, not...

Going by the date on my last post, it would seem like I took a year long vacation from posting on this blog. This blog that I started with so much zest, commitment, and hope. It would look like I share kinship with that guy who started his building project without first counting the cost, only to realize halfway that he would die of starvation if he dared to buy just one more block. But, that is not my case, at least, not exactly. I am probably like the unenlightened young lady who started with Adamu. Adamu who found her when she was oblivious, who discovered her beauty before she understood the language of mirrors, by whose words she defined her girlhood, who bought the jigida beads and aran that marked her coming out. Adamu; her link to the world, the reader and transmitter of her deepest thoughts. Until she met Dolamu. Dolamu with his suaveness, popularity and wide spread reviews. Dolamu who didn't even have to sell himself to her, because everyone else could not kee...