OLUWASEYI IGE

What’s with us humans and sex? Funny thing, I sat through a 30 minute lecture about the pros and cons of sex on my birthday this year. All the good it can do and all the bad it can bring. Dr. Mrs. Daramola sure know how to tread those paths. I was just nodding and grinning from ear to ear like an idiot. I’ll let you know what I’m thankful for about sex and the sex lecture later. It was in 1992, if memory serves me right. I was a JSS 2 student at Unity Secondary School, Ikere-Ekiti. The school coaster bus had just dropped what load it was carrying and was heading towards the parking lot. The playful bunch we were, we loved to jump unto moving vehicles that had come to drop items at the school kitchen behind the dining halls. This fateful day, the sun had found its way across the football pitch beyond the school gate, turning the western sky crimson. We were idling around the car park, some friends and I, waiting for dinner bell when the bus emerged between the dining halls. W...

An old blog post.  My name is Oluwaseyi Ige. I’m unrepentantly Nigerian.  I’m a broadcaster, author, publisher and media consultant. The other day at the office a colleague walked up to me. It’s a scene that has played out several times. ‘This your hair, why don’t you cut it?’ she said, with a matronly look straddling her face. She was saying it for the umpteenth time! (Now, I’ve been wearing my hair that way since 2005. I trim it quarterly. I love it lusciously ‘bushy’.) ‘Really?’ I said, sounding as mischievous as possible. I enjoy the look on their faces when I give my reply. ‘If I’m your wife, I would have cut it while you were sleeping’. She said. ‘No, she won’t. She’s used to it already, and she understands’, I replied. I wanted to be diplomatic, you know, take it like a good sport. Within me though, I wanted to give her a very tiny piece of the angry part of my mind. Really, I would have told her: ‘how is my hair any business of yours? Maybe that’s why...

I'LL WALK The road has been rough and tortuous Checkered with Daunting tasks and worrying realities A smile here, a pat there On and on I plodded  I know this walk will one day be applauded Sneering, jeering and a smirk Was all I could get from my admirers 'Keep the face straight' I told myself Even they have got a heart heavier than mine For help you could turn nowhere  As every man has got his own load to carry A problem shared is half solved they say Now it looks like a problem shared is worry doubled Looking ahead is what I always do Hoping this maxim will hold true: The best days are yet to come So in all these I've told myself The road to go may be arduous and tortuous If I have to, I'll drudge it But there is no way I'm ever going to give up Oluwaseyi Ige January 19, 2014