Odunayo Ajani's Blog (WriterGrapher)

I was really pampered all through . Mum can be strict, but she is such a caring mother any child will crave to have. “ So young man, you’re now going to the university ehn ? “ Yes mum I just  can’t wait to be there ” “But I want you to give your heart to my words for they are all right for you ” “Ok mum. You have my ears, I replied ” “ You see,  university is not like a secondary school. I can tell you that  it is more like a bigger city of students where you meet several kids from different background. I mean cultural and family background. Listen Tony. Mum often calls me Tony when she is ready to sound a heavy warning. “ I don’t want you to keep the wrong company. Go to classes, learn, attend church programs on campus and return to your hostel. And if there be need for you to visit your uncle whose quarter is not far from your hostel, then do so on time and return to your place. Do you understand? “ Yes mum”. I gleefully said without reserva...

Throughout the week,  my heart was immersed  in the joy of being admitted. The whole of my countenance wore the cap of gladness everywhere I went , as a matter of fact,  it remained so obvious like the  luring  look of an icing coat on a cake. My friends noticed and asked me the same question mum asked me. Just as I have been waiting for them to ask, I unleash to them the good news unrefined and they were all taken  completely  aback, wondering why I happen to be getting almost all the essentials of life so early. I was the one that first knew perfectly the butterfly stroke in swimming, I first got a brand new bicycle, I drove a car perfectly before any of them, I first got admitted into the university amongst my peers   etc .   Of  course  all  these will naturally call for jealousy and envy of the highest order. Dele, one arch-rival of mine immediately became my acquaintance that same day, and later on  st...

It is no more new to the global space that Nigerians are making headway in putting the name of their dear nation on the global map and here again, another record-setting moment to celebrate. RECENTLY, Nigeria recorded another first on the world the stage when one of her proud sons became the first African-born inventor of the world accepted a system of Government, TUPOCRACY meaning leadership by example. Unlike Democracy, Aristocracy, Oligarchy, Autocracy, Gerontocracy etc, an Akwa Ibom born Godwin Akpan Amaowoh has registered Nigeria’s international image in golden light with TUPOCRACY to prove that Nigeria is a Country blessed with Supper Legends, Stunning Record Breakers, Amazing World Changers and enterprising self-made Change Agents, a little more than one Country could have. Shortly after been inducted into the Nigerian Books of Record in the inventors categories alongside great Nigerian international inventors like the Nigerian-Amerian Phili...

“Tony, why are you doing all these you once said you don’t want to do again? Or am I daydreaming? She questioned and continued. At least, today is not your birthday and not that I told you to help me do all these. Oh no you even remembered to get our favorite groceries. That’s interesting ” . Mum was glad I shopped for her without telling me. Why are you not talking son? She asked with a tone of seriousness. Or have you won heavy money from your sports betting? Just as she rounded up her talk, I dipped my hand into my pocket and handed her my letter of admission, neatly wrapped. From the chair where she sat examining her jewelry, she stretched and took her second eyes, her glasses and read through the details on the letter headed admission letter. See: Finding the real me (iii)  ‘ Ehn , so my son will be going to the university anytime  soon? Oh, my good Lord, I thank you. She stood, and began dancing , swerving her waist to and fro the same way she’d done e...

My name is Anthony. The last child of five children. My father is a late General in the Nigerian army. He died after actively serving this nation for more than forty-five years as far as I can still remember. He died. Yes, but he died leaving some good inheritance for us. Several millions of naira for the whole family, and some sum of money for my educational upkeep all through my studies till I enroll as a masters student. He left two jeeps, two saloon cars and some properties within Lagos and two in our hometown. I lived most of my life in the mainland of Lagos. Attending one of the best institutions in the country was all I ever aspired all my days. And yes I got it on a platter made with gold when my mum told me about my paternal uncle being the present registrar of one of the best university in town. And just as luck will smile at me, my uncle ensured I passed my entry exam into school, major criteria for admission. My excitement stems from the fact that  I will be goi...

The sudden loss of one of Nigeria's revered scholar and Canadian Professor of African literature, Pius Adesanmi is painful and will be remembered in my history of people who have really left an indelible mark in the sand of time. I will remember vividly where we first met. Well it wasn't that we both sat down to talk but i was privileged to be in the same hall with him at the annual AKE Art and Book festival (2017 edition) which hosts yearly in Abeokuta, Southwest Nigeria. There  i saw him alongside several other fellows in the Nigerian Academia terrain. He was in attendance with his home-based colleague, Prof Remi Raji. During the 2017 edition of the Book festival I also met his renown book, 'Naija no dey carry last' for the very first time and was thrown aback at how this erudite scholar of letters was able to  articulate Nigeria pressing societal issues in an easy to read, plus humorous manner. Well, I wasn't surprised since he once lived here as w...

Lagos Mainland, 5:25am. It was the rooster behind my window that announced the morning. It woke me up while I was almost collecting my share of a deal from a friend. Had it been the rooster alone it would have been better, but it came alongside my disciplinarian mum’s heavy knock that almost rented my door apart. She yelled angrily at the top of her voice and on the other end of the door. “ Won’t you get up Tony? It is 8am already and you’re still there stretching and yawning on the bed. She continued. I guess you’re tempting me to go back to what I have stopped doing? Mum has warned me she will always wake me up with chilled water each time I get up late. I told her I’ve got my life to live but she wouldn’t understand. “ I don’t even know why she is always like this. I hummed seated at angle ninety of my bed with a pillow on my chest. Coming to wake one up 5:30am every day, who does that? Can’t I enjoy my sleep at least? I don’t know why she wants me to wake up the exac...

Hi friends and story lovers I will start a new story titled Finding the Real Me. It is for your reading pleasure. I will update this post as time permits me. Kindly drop your comments and let me know how you feel about the story. For the sake of emphasis, I title this one, 'Finding the real me' I want to dedicate this work to my wife, Adelola and to all literary enthusiast out there. Enjoy! #storytelling #storyteller #storytime #storyofthestreet #storyboard #Storybook #Storytellers    #storypromoter #StoryNightClub #storyboards #storyline #storyboardartist #storyoftheday #storys #storybridge #Storyclub #storyart #Findingtherealme