My Dirty Boxers

  My governor is rattled, he has been forced into lots of overnight vocations but in this dire time, I choose to stand with him. He has my vote. (Photo credit: Premium Times) Tomorrow, 18 th March would bring to an end the election season in Nigerian and sincerely, I cannot wait because it’s been crazy all round from the campaign of calumny, hypocrisy and pockets of violence here and there. Just so we’re clear, I will be voting Babajide Sanwo-Olu tomorrow and while I owe no one any reason(s), I will indulge you with a couple and I also encourage you to go ahead and cancel me because I’m not voting your candidate. Let’s even dwell on that nonsense a bit. Who are you to think your candidate is the best for me? Why do I have to align with your thoughts? Have you even thought deeply on your choice and can come up with a valid reason for your decision outside the fact that you’re on a bandwagon of no return? I dare you, whoever you are to cancel me because I am voting Sanwo-Olu. Exce

  Meet Milan, the brave boy that keeps winning! (Photo credit: His mom's WhatsApp status) I knew at some points I’d have to bring this back. I certainly can’t survive without writing but it’s been a topsy turvy year. I am grateful because it’s better than I feared on all fronts, but health can be better and mom can be healthier too; again, I am grateful. I was going to restart on mom’s birthday but that’s not how to reward her for all the panic attacks she gave me, then I considered Valentine’s Day, oh… that was even few days before Mamma’s birthday but the drama that happened at my office would make the post end up getting me dragged. What better way is there to bring back my dirty boxers if not for someone I desperately cherish and it’s strange how I might never get the relationship I want from him at least until he’s 18 and gets to decide for himself. I also have to be clear with this because I have people that know how to read something and interpret rubbish. His name is