Voluntary Blood donors are heroes

I just spoke with one of the best volunteers I know, a young man whose selflessness has made him embraced regular voluntary blood donation.
He is a hero , courageous and always ready to do something , anything that makes another life better… Why don’t we have more people like Oriola Oladipupo in Nigeria? If we did, we would definitely be better off.
Why did I call him? I wanted to apologise that I could not put up a planned post which I wanted to use in commemoration of World Blood Donor’s Day- celebrated June 14, every year… The culprit- my spoilt tablet device and my miserly choice of not backing up my photos via Google Photos.

I had taken a photo of him the last time he donated… Voluntarily oooo. No body begged him to  , he did not have a patient  relative. 

So now, what ‘s stopping you from becoming a voluntary donor?     


Of Wasted opportunities and historical monuments…

Of Wasted opportunities… Historical monuments…
Many friends have asked me, “what exactly is so special about Abeokuta? ”
To that question, there is no simple answer.

As an Abeokuta born lady who sees more beauty in the historic rock city, you could actually say I m biased and you would be right.
Sadly, a lot of the beauty I see is wasted…
Many historical monuments in Abeokuta are not getting the necessary media and government attention.
I even heard that the government demolished or wanted to demolish more of the historical monuments in Ogun state. Apparently public outcry saved the day.
Take for instance this “Centenary Hall” built in 1930…

Centenary Hall by Adesanya Adeniran of AcePixels.

Today, the hall is little more than a relic…

Lacking any state support or governmental presence, it has become a halfway home for whoever wants to take a break from the heat of the midday sun.
Yet, this historical monument still has a lot of potential.

It is right in the centre of town, almost directly opposite the Ake palace… Just a five minute walk from the first church in West Africa… Rich history right?

Photo credits : Adesanya Adeniran (AcePixels).

Centenary Hall, Abeokuta by Adesanya Adeniran

With the gallery view from the first floor, methinks this hall would be very useful for stage artists still honing their craft to display their budding talent…
Win win as people get free or cheap entertainment while the artistes build their repertoire.
Or don’t you agree?
Still on the matter, do we have any art patrons in Ogun state… ?
Saw some old paintings in the Centenary hall. I m wondering if they have any value?
Do take another look at the hall … What do you think?  Is this a wasted opportunity?

A new Perspective is always possible.

I have lived in Abeokuta almost all of my life.

That is roughly 30 years of a continuous immersion in the sights and sounds of the old rock city.

Rarely have I seen beauty in the town.

Not until I saw Farida Adamu’s lovely photo on Facebook

Abeokuta from the top of Olumo Rock


did I realise that I d been missing a whole lot.

Abeokuta is beautiful. I love Abeokuta because it is a relatively quiet, serene town.

But, I d been missing out on the picturesque beauty of the brown roofs and agbole clusters…

Just because I ‘d never seen Abeokuta from the top of Olumo rock.

Now , my perspective has changed.

This also applies to other areas of my life. I need to get the view of my circumstances from above.

This photo Farida took while seating on the highest point of Olumo rock is truly beautiful.

Now, I ve got a reason to see Abeokuta, especially Olumo rock as a tourist attraction.

Who wants to come and visit?

Perhaps, join me for a leisure drive around town on a cool night?

You can be sure that we will visit the beautiful Ake palace and the site of the first church in Nigeria.

Abeokuta is an ancient historic town that boasts of a number of notable people originating from there. The Nobel Laureate- WoleSoyinka, the multi talented Kuti family and is host to the Renowned Abeokuta Grammar School which happens to be my alma mater. Any AGSOBAs in the house? Would love to hear from you …share your Abeograms story.


Lots of stories to tell about Abeokuta. Keep a date  with this blog and you’ll be able to read some of that.



Heart Cry … Old Poems

Heart Cry

Nigeria at 43, evokes a flood of sadness.

The euphoria generated at independence,

lost forever in the memory of the old,

replaced by anguished reality in the young.

None of the tocsin has been heeded…

Augurs foretell,preachers speak,

but, Nigeria is dumb and deaf,

bedridden with symptoms of acute sickness.

Corruption, Indiscipline, Anarchy, Poverty and Crime are prevalent.

The high class citizens love seeing the hoi-polloi.

All that lip service to poverty eradication,

just a fantasy lived only in their dreams and shared with the people.

They give the masses scholarships to the decrepit and broken down Universities,

while non-payment of salaries and fringe benefits to teachers results in months of strikes;

leading to closure of institutions across the country.

But, their own children enjoy full scholarships to Harvard, Cambridge, Oxford et al.

They return stripped of all veneer of empathy they might have had towards the poor;

purposely to follow their parents’ laid down paths,

of oppression, neo-colonialism and nepotism.

Those in government who want to make a change,

hemmed in, hedged out,

in short, frustrated and disillusioned,

they either join them or leave them.

Hmm… Nigeria.nigeria2

At 43, Africa the motherland cries for you,

because you are just a whitewashed sepulchre,

tarted outside, full of decay and rot inside.

Justice is not to be found in thee.

Assaying to rise, you can not even crawl; let alone walk.

Infrastructure; at low provision,

Health facilities rare and when present…

Not maintained or even obsolete.

Road network, full of potholes; death-traps for ignorant travellers

Uncountable eminent lives lost to blood sucking roads.

Ah Nigeria… Are you not ashamed?

Giant only in name, dwarf in deed.

Is it Sports, Science, Health field or even in Technical advances?

You are moribund; decay and purulence pervades every facet of your life.

Gone are the days of cornucopia,

the oil boom of the 1970’s, opened this new chapter of paralysis,

with more and more money ,

came corruption, greediness and selfishness.

The end result; this prostate state.

Nigeria! Nigeria!! Nigeria!!! awake from your slumber.

Arise from your sick bed.

Let the waters of salvation cleanse you.

Restoration cometh, says the LORD…

Abimbola Onaoluwa 2003




I wrote this in 2003. This is 2016 and it feels like not much has changed… any changes at all appear negative. I really want to cling to hope… trust in the unchanging nature of life’s renewal…

Who do I report this to? Ecological Disaster in the making.

Ecological wahala is loading in this community. While coming back from an outreach visit to Fadage – the #UHC4AllNigerians One Community at a Time Project Phase 1 community; I observed this terrible evidence that we are sometimes the reasons for some of the environmental challenges we face.

Go through the photographs. Houses were built ridiculously close to a river.

Some of the houses already show evidence of cracking in the walls – probably from the onslaught of the water.

It appears a new house is under construction; which will block the natural path of the river. Of course, the river will find another way around , but when the volume of water increases… What happens?

Say hello to floods; huge destructive floods that we now most conveniently label “an act of God” carelessly forgetting our heavy contributions to the process.

So, I am asking again, who do I report these to? Does the government have any control over the protection of our environment anymore?