Candid Pens

Mum and Dad stands on the sideline waving proudly at him as he sits in the cockpit of the aircraft. He looks handsome in his all-white pilot uniform.  This is his first time flying and the joy on his parents faces that their only child is finally living his dream made his eyes water a bit. Mum shields her eyes from the sun, she had refused to wear her sunglasses because she "wants to see her son directly, no barriers". David smiled remembering his mum saying that to his dad and himself a few days back. They both are proud of their only son. Wait! "Did I just say that?" Scratch it. I keep forgetting I'm no longer an only child as Mum decided to get pregnant when I was 20 and I'm only just remembering the toddler in the stroller in front of her. My baby brother came along 18 months ago and even though I fell in love with the boy from the very second I set my eyes on him, I still can't help feel the stab of betrayal every once in a while when I re...

Am I crazy to want my heart broken? I have loved and I have been loved back. I had my first boyfriend in secondary school and trust me, it was no puppy love at all. I loved him for real and I was even convinced at some point that he would be my husband as the feeling was too deep. We loved each other with a love that was more than ordinary, there are people from my secondary school days who still tease me from time to time asking us to come back together. Our relationship was everyone's envy 😊 I love love that you don't have to try so hard to make happen but when it does happen, you both want to guard it with all that you've got. [This brings to my mind stories from Harlequins novels ^_^] So I just realized that my heart has never really been broken. I do experience heart aches after breakups for reasons such as; I miss him, or miss what we could have had, or just feeling stupid for dating such a person in the first place 👀  but never have I ever had someone r...

Growing up I had mixed feelings about Sundays. A reason was that my family attended a white garment church that closed really late. I mean we could still be in church by 3pm just taking offerings after which series of thanksgivings would follow. The part I loved however was that my dad usually gave my siblings and I a lot of money for offerings. I remember specifically that he would give each of us N20 mints and as the eldest child, I got more than my siblings. What I did then was to take two out of the five to ten N20 notes i.e N100 - N200 (I always took just two notes regardless of how much money I was given), to the puff-puff seller close to our church to break the money down to lower denominations so I could easily drop lesser amount each time we had to pay any of the offerings. I treated myself after service to ice-cream, sweets, biscuits and fried fish (you know those ones first coated with yam flour before frying... very yummy 😋), with the 'savings.' The oth...