Dennessa Writes

 Reconnecting was a miracle, or at least I thought it was. As the lockdown orders were retrieved and flights started moving again you were here, among the first few who took flight amidst the stringent restrictions. When I saw you, I wished I could bottle the moment and keep it forever, but this is all I could do... "Dear You," I might never perfectly explain this moment but I'm in awe of the person God created you to be. Today I'm so elated I might pee in my pants. You're here unharmed. I can see the crease at the corner of your eyes as you smile and your dimples in your cheeks. I can hold your hands and wrap them around me. I lay with you. Thank you. You wouldn't understand the depth from which these words proceeded, so I kept them in my now piling portfolio of letters to you.

  There will always be propaganda, those who instigate it, those who propagate it, those who are indifferent to it, and finally, those who refute it. Like most Nigerian movies there's a theme to the man of God movie, while we can infer our own themes based on experiences and belief, the writers, actors and entire production crew had theirs in mind whilst they made the movie. Nice watch by the way. My favorite character being Reks, Rekya anyone you choose to call her. One of the reasons I don't jump on the bandwagon of writing about trending topics as e dey hot, or throw in my two cents as most others do, is because there's always a small window for self bias to cloud your otherwise sound judgement. I've seen people rise up with rakes and knives about this movie, and I intentionally watched it to see why. One thing I would first point out is this, that it is titled " the man of God" does not make it a Christian movie. The story is about Samuel Aba or Oba somet...

 I think that when it comes to politics, we're hypocrites. It's the only way I understand this theory - you hate something in its original form and assume you would love it in a different pack, that is, the same content in a different pack. How? Hey lovelies, welcome to the blog.  Elections are on the way again and guess what... almost all the candidates have been in power before. In fact two of them led my state (in Lady Gaga's voice, "applaud, applaud, applaud").  Former vice presidents are in the running too. Almost all, if not all, have held one political position or the other. Did they bring the change they claim they're bringing this time around? Did they solve the problems that were within their purview to solve? Did they do anything remotely wonderful?  Loyalists please stay far away from me. We're trying to make our votes count, encouraging the youths to get their PVC's and come out en masse to do the right thing. We're asking that urgent ...

  Growing up calling someone fat made them uneasy. They rather used other adjectives to describe themselves - I'm not fat, I'm big, I'm chubby, and most recently I'm thick. Hey guys, welcome to the blog. Back in the day we were told that "fat" people were unfit, lazy, had body odour and were more susceptible to diseases, I'm here in Wike's voice to tell you, "all fake".  I'm going to use the words of a longtime friend who's thick and fitter than even I  here: "In my own words being thick and fit is very possible, people might likely not understand because they just can't relate. I'm able to do most things any other person can, I dance, do sports, wear fitted clothings and still feel good under my own skin, sometimes I do strenuous activity and can't catch my breath....yaya!!!....as do sooo many other slim folks out there, even scientists have debunked the theory that your BMI determines how healthy you are or if yo...

  So I kept rummaging through posts and replies to Dr Chinelo's plea for prayers on twitter and I wondered what my reply might have been had I happened upon it. We're quick to judge the ones who seemingly are "terrible souls" for trolling her, and while I can't quite say they should totally be exonerated, it is what our social media spaces have become - it's often called catching cruise. Been a minute and then some huh, welcome to the blog my lovelies. Firstly my heart goes out to all those who were victims someway somehow of the unfortunate incident on the Kaduna - Abuja rail tracks, I can't begin to imagine the trauma, may God give you his peace that surpasses all understanding. Those who died, our hope is that they knew their God and that right now they're in a better place, because we're at a point where anywhere but here really silts our souls. To the crux of the matter, I'm known to tell people that if you cannot muster a kind word to ...

 He wore itttttt!!!! Hey guys, sorry I'm very inconsistent, I mean if this were to earn me money I would be flat broke, it can, however I just don't know how to milk it yet, and by the way I still am flat broke. Welcome to the blog, I promise my words henceforth would not be mombo jombo to you.  Back to my exclamation, the he there is my uncle, I call him my second dad. He is one of the most precise in appearance, and character, a little verbose in speech, although an eloquent orator through and through (bottom line of this mombo jombo, no be anyhow person). He wore an outfit I ironed for him. When he asked that I iron it, all I thought about was all of the reasons why I could not do it properly, they were thoughts in my head, the last time I ironed a man's outfit was about a year ago. The last time I ironed his outfit was about five years ago. This man has a live-in launder, who at the very moment was unavoidably absent, and he knew I could in fact iron it, but I felt like...

 Hey guys, welcome to the blog. Sorry for my abrupt break in transmission here and there, a girl needs to be in the right frame of mind to write. So valentine is coming, you know the rest of that annoying song (eyes rolled), but if you don't have a girlfriend/boyfriend, I'm here to offer you pick up lines so you can #oxlaid and chill. Read and be booed up, hopefully. How does one own a thing, moreso a person... I reckon it's not in words, It's not in monetary evaluation either, Time shared? Definitely not in the number of hugs and kisses. So what's the right tender to lay claim to ownership of a being? Could it be in sharing experiences? Maybe in making memories... Or it might come from shared emotions... Could it be from identical traumas, Or similar vulnerabilities? (The pick up lines) How do I lay claim of your soul? I'm not the grim ripper, rest easy, I don't come loving your soul only to take it away. I want to nurture you, I want to rejuv...