Thoughts on Boko Haram.

I'm tired or all this Boko Haram and sectarian violence nonsense , cant we all just get along but hey who am I kidding, we are human beings the most selfish and cruel creatures on earth. Why kill innocent people all in the name of Religion, is that what God wants?

Religious extremist are brain washed illiterates who have simply interpreted the contents of the holy books to suit their expectation and to carry out their cruel intentions .

What are we going to get from bombing, peace talk? Threats?

But for those who are left life still goes on, yet we hope and pray we don't get caught in the trouble .

When is this going to stop? No one knows , I feel religious violence is at its peaks, almost every county with a percentage of Muslim citizen either a majority or minority is experiencing it.

We need to stop and think for a minute . Is this what God wants?

Will it stop when the government compromise ? But how is that going to be possible , should they ban other religions , should they take every girl out of school and marry them just because some idiots say that what God want . I say Hell no . Don't get me wrong , I am a muslim and I deeply saddened by what is going in the world , I am not saying it is right.

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The Act of Indecent Dressing.

I've always wondered how women can walk around looking almost naked yet feeling comfortable with it. I've never been one for going out with skimpy clothes, I do have some skirts and dresses that are above the knees, but they stay unworn in the back of the wardrobe, I wore a very questionable leather peplum to the beach and I felt very uncomfortable, had to pull it down ever time I stood up , and when It was my turn to go get drinks my brothers friend took a look at me and told me to sit down. I was embarrassed, but I turned a lot of heads, when we switched locations to Waterside I had a guy wait for me outside the toilet since he couldn't approach me in from of the two intimidating men I was with. He offered to take me out clubbing and I blamed it on the skirt because I was dressed like I belonged in a club.

I PICKED UP THE HIJAB

I'm slowly transitioning from a cleavage bearing, alcohol sipping Muslim woman to a full-time hijabi. Where do I start from? I've always wanted to be a hijabi but I didn't have the courage to do it, I admired Muslim women in their scarves and hijab, I gave it a go in Uni, tied a turban for a few weeks and I got bored and ditched it. Told myself I will pick it up when I get married, I still need enough time to flaunt my locs, bare my chest and wear dresses with slits going above my knees. I enjoyed sipping cocktails, drinking champagne and mostly Jack Daniels and coke, I quit alcohol a few times, the longest I went without alcohol was 12 months. I'm not an alcoholic, I go months without drinking on the regs,. especially when I'm in Dublin, but I need booze to survive in Lagos. A few shots once I get home from the airport, then Star Radler or Snapp before noon, this continues until I leave the city. My motto was " I can't be sober in Lagos".

ESCAPE

"God will punish you', I shouted as I tried to chase the man who robbed me" "E no go better for you ', I am fighting a battle I know I’m not going to win, but I hate being cheated, I settled on the train tracks to catch my breath, a few minutes before the train passes. A small crowd gathered the nosy bastards who have nothing better to do on a Monday morning, I look up from after a few minutes, I have no choice, a pair of over-bleached feet appeared beside me. The sight of someone's skin bearing a striking resemblance to over roasted plantain nearly made me regurgitate the contents of my stomach. "How far now? she asked putting her hands on my waist.

Literal Diva

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