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?     


Celebrating the journey… 1

This early morning I was in a celebratory mode.

Despite all the hiccups, one goal has been met. The result? The book is out! A hardcopy version as well as an ebook version.

Let me give a brief recap. Recently (On my birthday , I announced that I had finally gotten the courage to release a book I d written circa 2015. )

I had originally typed it on my mum’s laptop. But in the process of moving some of my stuff to another device ; I had mistakenly deleted the latest version. This was before the birthday announcement.

Then in March I d found an older version of the manuscript file on my external hard drive  , so I had started working on it on my tablet device just before the birthday.

Immediately I posted about the book on Facebook, I heard the inner voice tell me, email yourself a copy of the manuscript file and eBook cover file. I did that immediately. I had learnt in a hard way never to ignore the gentle nudge.

Thank God I obeyed, … Because a few days later till now, the phone tablet has refused to boot till completion. Three repair centres later, I m finally accepting that the tab may never work again.

If that had been all, would have breathed a sigh of relief, but then the trusty old laptop I d borrowed from my mum also developed a fault. A couple cybercafes- later and leaning on a senior colleague for use of her laptop occasionally; we are finally here. Behind schedule but definitely done.


Had to give up on the Okada books idea because the email I sent asking how to give out some free copies of the book even when there is a price on the site; went unanswered..

Kindle solved that problem and so occasionally I will be giving out free Kindle copies. Yay!

P.S .

2 major changes…

Reduced the book size in order to make it handy and edited the book in order to make it as concise as possible. When you are depressed , reading voluminous tomes is not usually a favourite activity.

To better friendships…

This is one desire of the moment.

No resolutions…

Just a consciousness that I ve let down some friends in the previous years.

A lot of excuses could probably be given.

Still , it will not remove the fact that a lot more could be better.

The last month in 2016 had me angry at an old friend who said a few hurtful words when I went visiting. Gist of which was that I was not a good friend.


I had been itching to point out that I was a better friend to her than she was to me… But , I ve not had a release to do that.


Then, I was flipping through my digital album and saw this photo and it stopped me in my tracks.dscn8196


Truth is this 2 lovely friends of mine would probably be justified if they said I was not a very good friend. Both rallied round in support at the airport when I had excess luggage issues with the changed flights. I do not remember calling to say thank you afterwards when we all got back home.


But, it is not intentional.

The days just pass without my reaching out as I intended.


Then, I saw from a facebook post that a friend that I had wondered what he was up to had actually been in an accident several months back… and I did not know.


So, here goes…

If you used to be a friend of mine or are still a friend, please can you help me get better? How do you do it? Retain meaningful friendships even when things get hectic?


What one thing would you like me to do differently this year?


I will be waiting for your feedback.


Thank you and a beautiful 2017 to us all.


A toast to beautiful and enabling friendships in this new year.










When the muse dries…

Sometimes, it is a desert.

Parched and seemingly incapable of new  growth.

Like no words will ever flow from the usual hole.


At other times, it’s a marshy pool; turgid in its very filthiness,

murky depths hidden for what seems like aeons.


Then you remember the days of abundance,

downloadWhen the muse poured out large streams of abundant blessedness.

While you wallow and wish for the pleasant days of a  free flowing pen.


When you were young and favoured by her;

It would never have looked like you see now.

With your dreams and  idealism,

you knew that she would be your redemption.


Sad that now you are lost, wandering in the embers of a soon forgotten dream.

A relic of a noble endeavour that ultimately dries all her patrons.





Looking ahead with Hope

Random Musings …

Random musings …


I am a testimony that life does not end when everything turns topsy – turvy. That what your eye sees is often different from what the camera captures…
That there is always hope…
That today’s struggles and pains are simply a foundation for an about to be unveiled glorious beauty.

It is not because I have all that I want that I write this…

This is a solemn acknowledgement of God’s mercies and gratitude for how He has helped me thus far.

In September 2013, it looked like my world ended… it was an avalanche of challenges and at the time, things really looked hopeless…

NYSC looked like it was a closed door, a long relationship ended and then Malaria ( not the regular malaria ooo) happened and completely changed my perspective about healthcare access and life. Clinical Depression became a personal reality ; one I was not prepared for ,, nor even equipped at the time to deal with.
2014 was a period of trying to find my way back to hope … it was a struggle… a really tough struggle.
Thank God for all the friends and family who consistently prayed for me and kept loving me through it all.

Thank God for the ones who did not… Losing those friendships toughened the weak parts of me and helped me to realise the importance of value.
For all my friends who struggle with depression… stay strong.
It may look bad, it may even feel really bad, but it is never all bad.

It is simply a veil that must be opened before the light shines again.
You are a winner and you will win this too…

Do not be afraid of the changes life may bring. Embrace every moment and look up to the sun … and the rays of abiding hope.


I m not sure why I had to post this just now. I hope it helps someone out there … to hold on to hope…



The Song of the Sun

The Song of the Sun

It’s a brand new day.

The sun is shining.

It’s gonna be alright.

It’s a brand new day.

Drop your fears at the foot of the bed,

As you step out of your room today,

Open up your heart to the beautiful possibilities ahead.

Join me to sing…
It’s a brand new day… yeah , yeah… yeah…

It’s a brand new day.

Look at the rays of the sun,

Look at the way it calls out to you,

Spread out your arms andimg-20161120-wa0091

Revel in the brightness,

For it’s a brand new day,

and yeah the sun is shining,

It’s a brand new day.
– Onaoluwa Abimbola (2014)

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?