A TRIBUTE TO 2013

Every youngster aspires to live the dream some day and for most like me who come from small, fairly developed states that may not even be identified on the map or have been heard of just once: not for the best reasons one can think of, we can only fulfill these dreams by moving to the larger cities and I chose Abuja the Federal Capital Territory. My journey in Abuja started about 4 years ago (wow, I can’t believe its 4 years already), I remember it clearly just like it was yesterday. Fresh out of youth service, with high hopes of landing my dream job with ECOWAS (since that was what mum told me to convince me to study French, not that I regret it though) being independent in every sense of the word at a very young age and falling in love with one HOT dude, getting married… it was nothing short of picture perfect.

A runs girl’s worst Nightmares

I have been cracking my brain for an appropriate and PG description for a runs girl, for the benefit of those who may not understand the terminology and trust me it has proven to be very difficult. For lack of a better instance, let’s just say a runs girl is into the property exchange business (the property being her body for his money of course).  While most people may abhor and judge runs girls, there are still a fraction of ladies out there who envy them and want to be in their shoes. To experience their lifestyle, the money they get to handle and people they meet. She uses the latest gadgets, shops wherever and anytime she wants, she wears the finest and most expensive weaves and has all the connections with politicians and socialites; technically she is living the life. It may even seem as if she has found an ‘easy’ way of making money; after all is it not just sex? How hard can that be? They might ask but my dears, it is way beyond sex and their lives aren’t as picture perfect as portrayed so to drive my point home, here are a few nightmares these people you admire also face.