Dennessa Writes

A few years back, the average Nigerian youth (male/female) had a laissez-faire approach to politics. It just wasn't something we delved into except it somehow directly affected us. However, after years of failed, subpar and tyrannical reigns of politicians, a longing and yearning was deposited in us. It didn't bear fruit because though we were fecund, we were uncertain where to lay our eggs. That was before we found our voice, that was before we knew the power of our platforms and its usefulness therein. That was before #Endsars. It was in that very moment that we morphed into the youths that have proven that democracy is for the people and by the people today. I have often posited that partisan politics was Nigeria's biggest problem when it came to politics. I have also wondered why although we have numerous registered parties, we somehow in the past twelve years since I've been eligible to vote, end up with either the broom or umbrella people at the helm of affairs. A...

  I con Lagos. Welcome to the blog lovelies, been a hot minute and then some. I am sorry I've been away for so long. Let's update you on my travails shall we. Everyone in Lagos is mad. A writer once posited that, "nearly all the men in Lagos are mad", though my earlier statement seems a whooping generalisation, I repeat everyone in Lagos is mad. I said everyone because I'm a gender equalist, one size fits all. It takes coming to Lagos to realize that no matter how bougie you are, you are an agbero at your core, for if you do not behave as such, the streets will beat you, life's tussles will envelope and becloud your sight of anything else and you will become a zombie - walking around deprived of vision or perception - desolate. No better words to describe your mornings in the magníficient city than the intro to Kizz Daniel's song - "Buga". It says, "no sleep, wake up! Collect your money". While it  might have just been chants, I deduce ...

  Why do we see fathers as pillars of morals, discipline and power but rarely the model of love??? Happy belated father's day dads. My very good friend is about to become a daddy and I piqued his interest in this topic. I'll be sharing his thoughts on his dad and what he intends to reciprocate in his role as a father. " My dad taught me the importance of a good name, accountability, and diligence. To that, I'm super grateful. I'll soon be a dad by God's grace and it's a different feeling". Fathers are expected to be murals of integrity, and are less likely to be forgiven for things that mothers are easily excused for. Why is this? No matter how much mothers punished their children growing up, we tended to forgive them, in fact sometimes we saw reason with them, but when it was our dads,  it seemed hellish, like they were terrible people for dishing the same, if not less, or sometimes more punishment. "Was my dad also trying to figure things ou...

 Hey guys welcome to the blog. I'm sad today, I recently played house guest to a friend and her brothers, they were nice and generous with me. Today, one of the brothers is no more. A friend of mine had once said, "the price of living in Nigeria is our lives", and I didn't dwell much on it till this morning. Next year elections will commence and our aspirants are already garnering supporters - from the elite class to the laymen, yet, these candidates are the recycled lot we've been accusing of corruption, avarice, negligence, poverty increment, and what not. But they're out there with the same song and dance at the same frequency, with the same gimmicks.  Promises like employment opportunities, better road networks, better security, curbing or obliterating ASUU strikes, improved health care and the fallacies can go on and on. Let's stick to health care for today's post. If you've never had a run-in with the Nigerian public health system you're ...

 In our society, everything from our dressing to our blee is used to judge us. Some find it harder than the rest. But the plight of some cuts across several other societies not just ours. Welcome to the blog lovelies.  You know in our African community a lot of people have put in effort, chemicals and so much more, to become as light as possible right? Well there's a certain kind of light skin that they cannot achieve. That light skin isn't achievable because it is a resultant of a deficiency of melanin - albinism.  The cause of albinism is a defect in one of several genes that produce or distribute melanin, the pigment that gives skin, eyes, and hair their coloring. The defect may result in the absence of melanin production or a reduced amount of melanin production. It is neither a disease nor a curse as some African communities including ours see it to be atimes. People with albinism have extremely pale skin, eyes and hair. They are at an increased risk of vision, skin ...

 I've clogged my eye sockets again and my nostrils are full too. Tears and mucus, yuck! But what can I do? Hey guys welcome to the blog. Let's talk about anxieties… The bible encourages us to be anxious for nothing and I am a Bible believing, tongue speaking christian yet, I am anxious about almost everything. Hi, keep in line, I'm not nearly holy enough, saved not perfect, and progress over perfection. Back to anxieties, how do you deal with them? My birthday is in two months ish, and I am already overly demeaned by self. A year older what have you achieved? Why do you deserve to be happy and celebrated? What are you thankful for? What has changed? Yo it's a hassle. I often say that I am my biggest critic, do you get these talk down from yourself too? I wonder how the revelation, 'be anxious for nothing came about'. I mean, God do you not see that people are winning in different spheres of life and all I'm doing is existing, like???? How is it that the only...

 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.