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Humans of Lagos "Back in those days at the college, I used to bedwet. Other students would make jest and mockery of me. And my parents, made me think that something was heinously wrong with me. I got punished time without number for something I did not do willingly. I was traumatised, depressed to the point of considering suicide. My bunk mate, who's a senior student then would pack all her dirty clothes for me to wash, as her way of admonishing me for bedwetting. This is in addition to the incessant beating from my parents like I was an unrepentant thief often caught in the act. It took a supportive and understanding friend of mine to see how normal a being I was. She never rebuked me and she assisted in easing my punishment by offering her help anywhere she could. Caregivers such as my teachers and my hostel coordinator stigmatised me also. They showed no understanding or support. I was by now too nervous and insecure to even see a way out of bedwetting. Adding sal...

Humans of Lagos SHINE YOUR EYE "I'm in this city to make money. I hate it when people wants to exploit me. The company I work for favours women a lot, but that's not my problem. Now these ladies that get higher pay for lesser work want me to be buying foods and snacks for them with my money. Of course, that cannot work. I'm not in Lagos just to count bridges and have nothing to show for my hard work. If it is about working hard with no riches; then my village would have been the best option. In my village, you get older quicker with incessant ploughing and farming with no wealth to show for it. Let these ladies call me a chauvinist, I'm not here for dulling. I promote equity even though they get paid more than me for same work that they are unforgivably lazy at. This is Lagos, if I don't wise up here, there's no other city than will activate my wisdom." © FERT, 2016

I'm dumping Atheism. I am going religion. See, I'm tired of strippers stopping me from touching their butts just because I have no God to fear. While my friends that profess God get down with them. It's not cool getting ostracised by the faithful who goes clubbing and drinking liquor to stupor. You'll not understand the pain of an atheist whose co-workers shared loots without extending to him because it is God's doing and marvellous in the eyes of His beloved. It can be very annoying when your fellow students chase you out of an examination malpractice intent just because they believe that you'll bring bad-luck upon their plans. I am flipping side to testify to the glory of the Lord that maketh all these possible. The gods are partial and favouritism of grace and forgiveness is their forte. So I am switching camp. Let there be light! © FERT, 2016

FICTION. A woman had an auto crash . She split into two from waist down as a result of heavy impact from the accident. She sustained internal bleeding and was on the verge of dying. Christian arrived the scene of the accident and wept. Christian told the woman to confess Christ as her Lord and personal saviour so that she could make heaven when she's dead. Muslim argued that this accident victim need to convert to Islam before she breathe her last. Muslim and Christian fought, this woman writhed in pain. She might die. So a team of medical professionals arrived the scene, carried the woman... Today, the woman is still available enjoying life, worrying less about after-life neither is she bothered about about her pre-life. Yet the Muslim and the Christian afterlife competition and fighting continues till date. © FERT, 2016