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Humans of Lagos "I've relocated more than three times, moving within cities before arriving Lagos; yet like a shadow with a hollow, pain from the past sticks to my gut. My struggle continues within Lagos, where I've unrelentingly moved from one place to another like six times. Still my old self clings to me like an infant to a mother's breast. I thought time heals wound. But it's a lie, time doesn't heal any wound. It only allows you live with the pain. Bibitayo, my counselor sees time as an illusion in healing.That, what heals our pain is building resilient and strength through the vulnerability we go through with time . Perhaps. I now know that leaving the country without consciously healing my pain and trauma will only make them follow me like a plague wherever I go. Time may not heal this pain but my effort will, with time." © FERT, 2018

Humans of Lagos "When I said I am irreligious, he asked: "So what moral do you want to teach the pupils?" My opened mouth only oozed of the stale smell of my frozen mind. He felt justified for calling me out. My colleagues, cowered on their seat at the rising terror of getting a rejection from the project under review. All because of me, this deal is falling through. The man cleared his throat so loudly it blended with the humming of his office air-conditioning system. "Without religion, evil will be so much in the world. And human freedom will lead the world quickly into an irredeemable destructions." He boasted like a conqueror of the battle of the hades. He won the round. I was too disoriented to make a sound. Before we got dismissed for the day, the man asked us for another meeting in which we should all be religiously inclined and represented. "You can go now," He ordered. I regained my senses before I gathered my defeated ass o...

Humans of Lagos "In this city, leaders of most religion organizations are quick to rattle on on how they feed the poor, house the orphans and so on. They make charity works look like they are the only one into it. And I'm like, in this slum that I live; I'm popular not 'cos of my "crazy" fro but 'cos of people I've helped in one way or the other. I'm as broke as hell, yet, I don't call for seeds sowing. I just give like that. So what's it with these cleries? This riled me up. In my area, a woman with fibroid was duped by fake healers and I felt sorry for her. I stepped in and suggested she considered surgery. Unfortunately for a "philanthropist"  me, I had to sell five of my best outfit to add to her surgery fund. I also went ahead to donate blood. Well, that blood donation was not a charitable move but rather an opportunity to run a blood work. Still, I am of the opinion that these religious leaders are smart thiev...

Humans of Lagos These ladies in my area keep becoming pregnant by strange men. They claim to be prostitutes, yet, they could not just be professional with their jobs. Like use proper condoms or get on contraceptives! Bringing a child you have no plan for to this hectic world is the greatest sin I ever known. I fear for the future of these kids, I'm scared about the kind of contributions they'll bring into the society with impending dysfunctional upbringing!  Deadbeat fathers with reckless mothers birth disasters for the society. © FERT, 2018