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My name is Akinade Akinrogun. My ancestors were warriors in their days. I'm proud of my family. People believe that my lineage is under a curse, the curse of not living long. As warriors in battles, surely, my ancestors had so many bloodshed. My great grandfather died on top of one of his wives during a sex romp. Rumor had it that the wife was a spirit from the sea that manifested as human on a mission to kill my great grandfather. My grandfather, slumped and died one afternoon in his farm. His death was a big blow to the entire village. "How could a whole Balógun die like a chicken." The king of our village wondered. My grandfather was buried outskirts of the village for his death was of shame. Today, it's exactly 4 years, 6 months and 22 days that my father left the world. Professor Akinwunmi Akinrogun collapsed and died at his birthday celebration. He was 50 years old. Our religious leader told us that the sin of his fathers was visited upon him. Perhap...

Humans of Lagos "In my ghetto, a poor 17 years old girl got impregnated. This girl's parents struggle to provide the basic needs of their household. The guy that impregnated her refused to accept responsibility, thus the girl was left all alone to suffer the consequence of the intercourse. I counseled that she aborted the foetus; because she's not emotionally, mentally, and financially ready to be a mother. Alas, I was called a murderer. Her father even talked about a church prophesy warning her against abortion. Her coming child would be a savior for them he ranted. This lady couldn't registered for a proper antenatal care, she starved while pregnant. And on the day of delivery, she had little power to push her baby out, the baby suffered exhaustion and died at birth. She had gone to a cheap maternity Centre with no modern day medical infrastructures. This girl is now devastated as a result of her traumatic childbirth experience. Her parents are just as ...

So this useless coworker, entered the office this afternoon. He brought with him chocolates plenty enough to go round everybody, but he, instead shared it only among the ladies in the office. My mouth watered in vanity for the chocolate I saw with my eyes, smelled with my big flat nose. My salivary gland secreted more saliva in anticipation to devour the food, My enzymes rose to action to help digest the chocolate, alas, he dashed my hope. I so much hate him right now, he cannot but die someday. A disgrace to the men folk. ©FERT, 2017

Humans of Lagos "I assume a lot, and most times I'm always wrong with my assumptions. You shouldn't have met me here for an interview, I am here because I lost my job. And the world is crashing down on me. I initially assumed that you were sent from my former work place to give me the news of my reinstatement. How wrong I was! I believed in patching things up, and I willingly accepted blames even for things I did not do in my former place of work. However, the management of the company fired me. I got sacked because I am found at the scene of blameable situations. The new guy that took over my job made them realized that I was innocent but it's like it no longer matter. I lost out. Assumption is a killer." © FERT, 2017