PERVADE!

THE FIVE REASONS WHY WATCHING KILLING EVE HAS BECOME OBLIGATORY AAAAAARGHHHHHHH! You can't see it, but that's exactly how I feel inside. Although I have now watched the riveting series that Killing Eve is for a combined total of hundred hours or more, its impact on me still grows with every new watch. No, I'm not the boring loner with nothing else to do or watch when seeking for ways to kill my time. If anything, I am busier than I have ever been and saddled with more deadlines than I have ever had. So, if Killing Eve still makes the cut on my agenda, then you know it really and truly is something special. Truth be told, it goes beyond special.

BANKY'S UNSEEMING VICTORIES AT THE ELECTIONS There is a long list of things about myself I keep very private. My undying love for Banky W isn't one of them. I have been an avid fan since 'time immemorial' (such a boring phrase by the way) and single handedly made it my duty to purchase every single album and commit the lyrics to every single song to memory, including his one time campaign anthem for Etisalat. Remember that? It's why I feel a bit ashamed to confess my slightly rueful reaction to news of his candidacy for the House of Reps seat (Eti-Osa Local Government). Undoubtedly, a huge part of that disapproval stemmed from my selfishness. Typical. Somewhere in my obsessed head was a conviction that I'd have to say goodbye to the wholesome entertainer in him, my "Banky W, don't mean to trouble you;" My poster boy for all things R&B and romance. And I wasn't quite ready for that. Meanwhile, the exasperated Nigerian in me sincerely ...

JANUARY'S COME & GONE...BUT BOY O BOY! January was a particularly tough month for me. Even my ever so robust vocabulary fails me now because each experience, birthed by a new day, challenged my faith and sanity in the most grievous ways.  I mean, I spent the first few hours of 2019 praying my lips out so when things started to go south just a  few days in, I wondered if my prayers had somehow slipped through God's Ears, like fingers running through water. A part of me was convinced I had lost everything, including my sense of direction. The pain, ferocious in its seeming attempt to become my lifelong companion, lingered like a horrible smell. I cut off emotionally and physically from the people that matter most to me. You know what, though? God is a good, good Father and when things seem to have reached the threshold, He is most likely up to something. Whilst keeping my hopes alive for the most incredible February (and rest of the year) of ...