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I watched the inmates move slowly in a single file, dressed in ill-fitted clothes and cheap flip flops, they move in sync. It's been a long day with ten inmates on our list for the day.
This is my favourite thing about being a guard, the court trips with inmates, watching the lawyers presenting their case with passion and eloquence.
 My father wanted me to be a lawyer but his cancer robbed me of this, the family income was diverted to trying to cure the disease which later claimed his life. 

I spent five years working odd jobs for survival before my uncle got me a job in Ikoyi prison, at first
I was sceptical about it, being around all sorts of criminals made my skin crawl but the pay was triple the amount I earned as a waitress so I jumped at it.
How bad can it be?
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Hi Guys,  So I'm a bit pissed off about missing a wedding, well not because I missed the party since I've been very anti-social for the last couple of weeks. I'm pissed off I paid a hundred euros for the Aso Ebi, got it made in Nigeria and sent to London.  I missed the wedding because my Visa did not arrive on time, so now I'm stuck with another Aso Ebi I will never wear. 
For those who do not know Aso Ebi is a uniform dress that is traditionally worn in Nigeria and some West African cultures as an indicator of cooperation and solidarity during ceremonies and festive periods.
So when Nigerians home and abroad have parties a fabric is picked for friends and family or people attending a party, usually is not compulsory to buy but some people take it to heart and hold malice against you for not buying. They see you as not supporting them and others see you as broke. Since October I've spent approximately four hundred euros buying and sewing Aso Ebi, I was not able to …


I think I'm slowly falling into depression, but then I don't want to call it depression if I'm having a few rough nights. It will be a slap in the face to those who suffer from it.
But how do I explain sleepless nights, terrible mood swings and constantly over thinking and feeling like I'm failing in life. The constant need to quit my job even though i can't afford to go without a job. It's easy when you see it in movies where a person just give a huge fuck off to their job , walk away without looking back. I didn't really think of the effect the job is having on me , sitting all day, staring at a computer screen with not enough shit to keep my brain active. But hey the things we do for survival, I get angry at myself and blame myself a lot for not working harder at a younger age and taking necessary steps to secure the so called bag. Now I'm stuck at a job I dislike and I'm still not over the rejection from the last time I applied for jobs I'm…


"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.


I had a very interesting conversation with a young man who is a student in one of the top universities in Nigeria, a  devout Christian who lives his life for Christ. A virgin at the age of twenty one who believes others should follow his steps and stay away from premarital sex.

 A few weeks ago I noticed a tweet about abstinence so I clicked the profile and noticed I was following and he also followed, however, his tweets didn't stand out to me until I saw the one about all people do on twitter is talking about sex which is not entirely true but I got his point.  His Bio Conservative Christain stood out and I knew the reason why he was tweeting about abstinence.


I expect you guys to be tired of my random rants on how my life is going and my struggles.
 If you are not, here is another one.
I spend a lot of time daydreaming, which leads to asking a lot of questions on things I would have done differently and the things I would change if I could turn back the hands of time.



"Your assignment is due next Monday, do not forget to submit on the portal before midnight,"  said professor Greene before walking out of the lecture hall.
Lola waited for her equity lecturer to leave before she took down the bullet points from the whiteboard, nothing distracts her during class, listen and take notes later has always been her motto. Her coursemates know not to disturb her during lectures, it took her ignoring five people before they got they understood.
The lecture hall is almost empty when she is ready to leave.

 It's ten past five and her appointment in Swords for is eight. In order to save time, she wore her red 24" wig to college, hidden under a scarf. She layed the edges with Got2b glue the night before. It took thirty minutes to brush, comb, lay and blow-dry the frontal before tying a silk scarf.
Her client tonight is one of the special ones who have a thing for black women with r…