FERT

Lucas is asexual, he's never had sex in his entire 42 years of living. He's foolishly touring the world, without thinking of settling down to raise a family. He's financially able to marry 4 wives, yet the dumb guy will not just think about it. He's a disgrace to manhood, I mean, how can a child be given birth to, yyet will not think of procreating? I'm looking for willing people that we may go and lynch the fool. He's trying to disrupt nature's balance. Note: ASEXUALITY is the lack of sexual attraction to anyone. Low or absent in sexual activity. HOMOSEXUALITY is an enduring pattern of emotional, romantic and or sexual attraction to people of the same sex. HETEROSEXUALITY is a romantic or sexual attraction prson of the opposite sex or gender. © FERT, 2016

"These days inside the church, the way people lie there, satan is even surprised. Imagine a member of congregation testifying, he said; "...immediately the rain started, the holy spirit told me that there would be no electricity for six days. And it was so." Haba, are we not in Nigeria? Do I need holy spirit to foretell situations like this. I was very angry at the testifier that I threw the bottle of spirit in my pocket at him right on the pulpit. However, the ushers carried me out of the church, but removed the offering in my pocket before finally doing so. © FERT, 2016

Three Sundays ago, when the noise was too much for me to bear; I entered into one of the places where the noise was emanating from, a mosque. I joined them, I introduced myself as Michael who's willing to convert to Islam. And they were very happy with me. They gave me food. Two Sundays back, I entered another house with loud speakers - church. I introduced myself as Mikhail, and they were very happy to have converted a soul. They also gave me food. So last week Sunday, I discovered a cool spot. A nice strip club with enough entertainment. I enjoyed myself. So today, both members of the Church and Mosque are angry that I will not join them again. © FERT, 2016

Humans of Lagos "I lost it, and I lost the reason to live. Suicidal thoughts filled my heart like an inflated ballon. I cut myself away from everyone. And in my loneliness, depression became my strongest companion. So on a particular day, I dropped my suicide note on the table in my room. And then climbed up to one of the skyscrapers in my area on a mission to end it all. My heart pumped like the eruption of a molten magma, however, my mind was as strong as the igneous rock; no going back. From above, I looked below. I saw moving vehicles and people going about with their activities. I closed my eyes, then join the air like the saints obeying the end time rapture. Only that in this my own case, I was descending to be no more. Almost immediately after stepping off the height, regrets filled my soul. Why did I have to do this. What shame have I bring upon myself by doing this. What will become of my family. How will they cope with the everlasting shame, I've put them int...

Humans of Lagos "I don't think that we can ever stop being religious in this city. When you're almost late for work, and you hurriedly hopped into a commercial bus. After settling down on your seat, you start perceiving the smell of petrol. You look back, and there's the plastic keg filled with petrol that sits comfortably on the bus engine. You tell your co-passengers about the danger in the bus, buy they say; "God will not allow it to explode." You lodge complain to the bus conductor, but he gives story of endless fuel scarcity that motorists are facing. You shout at the driver not to risk passengers lives, but he asks you to alight from his vehicle if you're not ready to enjoy the ride like that. You check your time, you're almost late for work. You check your pocket, you don't have any money to risk entering another bus. Now, your fellow passengers see you as a troublesome being. All you can do now is to risk your life in the death trappe...

Humans of Lagos "I learnt one of the important lessons to living just last week. I met with this young and respectful guy on a queue at the Automated Teller Machine (ATM) centre. We chatted briefly as the rain couldn't allow us move out of the shelter around the ATM centre. When the rain subsided, we moved out together since our journey was on the same course. And then we encountered a mild flood on our way which we had to cross. I rolled up my trouser, put my shoes in my hands; then entered the flood with the hope that I will be fine.  However, this new friend of mine begged a motorist to help him cross the flood in his vehicle. And the man did. When we reunited, my friend told me that I must learn to ask for help. It then occurred to me that I got stained from the flood water. In all my years of living on Earth, I struggle on my own. Perhaps that's why life appears to be hard on me. Asking for help is not a shame." © FERT, 2016

Humans of Lagos "At the last Lagos marathon race, I passed out. I was at the hospital for three days. I am lucky to be alive. Prior to the race, everything in me convinced me that I could do it. I was more enticed by the money. I believed in myself, but that wasn't enough. I was able to speak with the eventual winner, he told me about his dedication towards the race. He explained to me about the endurance training he undergoes constantly to be fit to run the race. Then I knew that I didn't even worth stepping out to dare the race. Yes, the winner is human like me. He believed in himself, but to his belief he added work. I had the believe but didn't build myself to be fit for the race. I know my failure now, I'll be back." © FERT, 2016