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Humans of Lagos "Despite arriving at the venue eight minutes before I was due, I was not attended, none of us was, until an hour has passed. And when they began calling us for the interview,  it was haphazard. They never followed how we had arrived. Some of those I came before got interviewed before me. When they decided to called me in, two other interviewees were asked to join. When we entered the company's conference hall, we met two gentlemen (a white man and Nigerian), and a pretty lady. We were asked to introduced ourselves, the two other fellow actually applied for the post of business development executive while I applied as a script writer. The interviewer focused more on these business developers, as he threw more questions to them while I was ignored. I wasn't following them. I was rather disinterested. I heard the two guys disagreeing with the interviewers on a business term. But still no interest to follow their discussion. Then from nowhere t...

Humans of Lagos "I'm not too happy to share my mind right now. I obtained a HUGE loan from an elderly woman a few months back and now I am trapped. I couldn't pay on the date I promised so I stopped picking her calls. I began to avoid her. Yesterday, I got the money and I decided to pay her with ginormous interest. Hours later, I tried calling her to confirm my payment but her phone number was unreachable. This morning, I realized that she actually died a few hours before I made my payment. I'm so sad, I could have called her before my rash decision to pay first and call later. Her death could have written off my debt!" © FERT, 2018

Humans of Lagos "Allow me tell you to something. Many years ago, when my late father, retired and was to return to his village far away from Lagos, my mother took a decision. The decision that defined who I am now, and will be. So as to keep his company; my father had wanted me follow him to the village. Being  the last child. However, my mother disagreed. She considered, the quality of education I'd get in the village, and how they at their old age wouldn't be able to raise me well. Without my mother's objection, if I relocated to the village; I'd not just have the H factor, but also succumb to the external  struggle to pronounce CH, SH, V, and F sounds. If I'd grown up in that village, before age 15, I'm sure I'd be father to at least 3 kids from different mothers. But instead and yes, I later  became a politician by career and profession. To back track, my mother handed me over to my brother's fiancee. She washed my clothes, bathed ...

The thunder spoke obstreperously in the air, as if the very heavens might shatter. It declared to all the untamed forces of nature and gave fair warning of the wrath that was to come. In the woods, trees trunks moved and made creaking noise acquiescing to the swift commands from the hostile breeze. Tom sighing heavily, ran as 'fast' as an octogenarian with ankle weights.  He pushed aside each blade of grass on his path when suddenly, a huge tree fell and landed right before him. It obstructed his movement. On his left hand side, was nothing left and on the right hand side was nothing right. A dead end it's for him. Jerry's nap breached by the noise that accompanied the fell. He stared at Tom for few seconds, and then unveiled a laughter that sounded as of Lucifer welcoming a sinner to the Hades. Possessed with the speed of light, he disappeared farther away from Tom, and further into the woods. Jerry's left foot appeared from under a creeping gra...

Across from me, beyond the iron jaws of the prison gate, He stood—tall, gaunt, eyes deep as forsaken wells, Grey whispers of hair pleading against the creeping void of baldness. With hands weathered by death’s cold touch, he poured liquid steel, A silver vessel birthing oil onto a stone slab, His fingers twirling round the severed blade, A lover’s caress upon the guillotine’s wicked tongue. Doom shadowed me, a false charge branding my soul, My devotion to the throne now but a fleeting ember. Xerxes, blind to the truth, deaf to my cries, The palace council—wolves in gilded robes— Sealed my fate with whispers sharp as daggers. Had he forgotten? My king, my lord, How once I shattered the goblet of venom, How I snatched him from death’s coiling grasp? Yet now, his Empress, Cassandane, draped in silken malice, Arrived before the baying hounds, eager for the theatre of my demise. The headsman grinned, his glee a blade as keen as the one he honed, Steel kissed wood—a plank sundered like wind ...

Humans of Lagos  "Most times, we love the wrong person thinking they are the right choice for us. Many times, we can't get those that truly love us due to religious limitations, ethnicity standoff, age barriers, and economic hierarchy, physical attributes, distance barriers and health challenges. We settle for that which we think is the best for us. However, this may not be love. So, when the test of love arises; this best burns out as quick as the shafts dipped in explosive and goes away like the comet that blaze across the evening sky. I saw the testimony of a woman who developed complications after childbirth, she was supposed to die, but she's the cat with nine lives. She's was so sick, but her husband stood by her through it all. I asked myself, can I do this? Even my married friend that witnessed this with me even doubted if he would stand by his wife if in such situation. These days, we love for some calculative reasons. And it's fine, as long as there...

Humans of Lagos "I'm the sheikh of the The mono pitched roof, with the long, shining minaret Masjid over there. Right now, I'm ashamed of myself. Across from the Masjid, you see that building live two guys. One of them a staunch Christian while the other appears to be nonreligious. I don't know how they cope, but I loathe them all together. They are from my ethnic group but since they are not in my religious faith, I see them as disbelievers. Recently, a young man started coming to the Masjid for prayers, he's not from my ethnic group, so he doesn't relate with anyone here. I tried to get to know more about him, and that was when I discovered how hypocritical I'm. It happened that this Muslim guy stays with those disbelievers, they shelters him. Our Masjid does not even have provisions for those with accommodation issues, and if we do, I doubt we would accommodate the guy cos of his ethnicity. But I see these humans, they disregarded ethnicity ...