Yes Please, Thank You

Lately all over social media, there’s been a lot of conversations around Taxify and Uber; both in the service industry. There is obviously an increase in the number of businesses in this industry; I personally feel that 95% of businesses are in this industry one way or the other, some obviously more than others. On the surface this a welcome development as more jobs are being created but are we really prepared?

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Domestic Violence

Can Gloomy describe how I’m feeling right now? Y’all don’t care, right? Well, I get it but are we still human beings? I need to know if blood still runs in our veins. I’m a lady, a daughter, soon-to -be a wife and definitely someone’s mother someday soon and I just can’t wrap my head around how cold we’ve become to one another, like how and when did we get here?! What’s in for the next generations? Should I be scared of who my children, cousins or nieces would end up with in the future?


See ehen, we are all frustrated due to the economic downturn, no doubt about that, many are losing their jobs, companies can’t sustain their staff, traders, artisans are all feeling the heat when everything is double the price, “Ask me how much I bought the eggs and plantain I had for dinner yesterday” you still don’t care right? Because we all know how prices for everything has skyrocketed but people, sincerely and ideally ain’t we all in it together? Is this enough reason to become inhuman to one another?

So what level of poverty or frustration can make the rate of domestic violence go up day by day? A survey done nationwide found the rate of domestic violence rose from 21% in 2011 to 30% in 2013. We are now in 2017 someone please do the math! It’s frightening! damaging! traumatic! exhausting! Oh, GOD! Is the media not doing or saying enough? What is the government doing to STOP this murderous act?! What forms of publicity, training, and counseling can help to TOTALLY ERADICATE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE. 

What is domestic violence? In simple terms oh ehen, it is abuse, battery or family violence which involves ‘violence by one person against another person”. Domestic violence or abuse can happen to anyone yet the problem is often overlooked, excused or denied. Is love ever enough to stay in an abusive marriage? Is stigmatization enough to protect a child molester? Is societal pressure enough to lose an eye or even both in a relationship? Need I say more on the psychological aftermath of domestic violence? How can we help that Iya Sidi from her abusive husband as a role of social responsibility? Nkechi shouldn’t be scared of stigmatization and allow the continuous molestation from her class teacher etc…

For me, I think the government needs to implement a grievous new law to punish anyone guilty of this inhumane behavior; to reduce if not eradicate it totally. Put in place good and well-facilitated rehabilitation centers to counsel the victims so they can be strong and in a sane mindset to fit in the society again. Continuous use of the right channels of publicity to educate and inform Mallam Bako not to transfer his aggression of low sales on his wife and kids. Bayo and Chinedu should know that rape is a grievous offense. In some cases, a learned and well-informed person can easily leave an abusive relationship because they are informed of the dangers and the emotional trauma but what’s the fate of those that are not?`

This fight is ours to fight, the government cannot do this alone, let’s give our best support and advice to any domestic violence victim as it could be anyone dear and close to us tomorrow. Let’s stay out of trouble, we are human, we should be responsible for our acts at all times. It is also important for us to know  that staying in the right state of mind at all times cannot be overlooked. Depression is real, talk to that pastor, Imam, your colleague or anyone that you think can help with the best advice or give solution to any challenges. We are bound to face challenges in life, how best we overcome it makes us stronger and fulfilled as humans.

Say No To Domestic Violence! Preach it!

Till next time #kissessandhugs


Respect The Jazz

There I was, on a beautiful Thursday afternoon, chilling with some chilled glass of juice while feasting on peppered shrimps and fries; made by yours truly, when I got a notification from our very own OG. He had just posted an article he knew will pique my interest…a post relating to BLACK MAGIC; not the musician though! I just had to drop a short response. Gentleman, shall we? *strikes Elijah pose*

So OG went on a rant about how he can’t understand why Nigerians make an effort to hide the fact that they are carrying out certain actions from people. What can you do when you live in a society where the hearts of most are as black as their skin?  It sounds crazy but when majority of people are screaming about something, that kinda hints at the possibility of it’s existence. Even religiously, we are warned of the powers that be. If that’s not reason enough, I wonder what is.

Now bear in mind that I’m not particularly a religious type of person. I think religion is a man-made system made to brainwash people. But from family relations I came to understand that black magic; aka juju, is indeed real. Recently, I had a discussion with a colleague earlier this month and this topic came up. She then shared a gut wrenching childhood experience she had when she visited her father’s uncle.

Sitting pretty in the corner of the living room was a Coca-Cola bottle. Being a curious child she went to get the bottle and in it she could see a man trapped in it and desperately attempting to be free of his bondage. Her father immediately snatched the bottle from her hand and was telling her off when his uncle came and explained that the poor chap had hurt one of their children and thought he could escape so they thought to teach him a lesson.

Then there’s my extended family. My great aunt, according to my mother and her siblings, is the top dog in their realm in the whole of the region they grew up in. Ofcus it sounds made up but when you hear 11 siblings sharing the exact same story, the possibility of it being a lie disappears. Then I had the chance to meet her the day she attended a church service during a family gig. Confused and utterly shocked, I wondered how that was possible and like a mind reader she stated boldly how the pastor had come to them for powers and blessings. I was dazed at her confidence, which if I might add was beyond contesting.

The life we live in is quite fickle. They say experience is the best teacher but the experience doesn’t have to be yours, does it? I hope y’all who’ve never experienced black magic never do, so your perception never changes your faith.

And on that note ladies and gentlemen, this banter is done. Kaido out!

When We Mix Gender Roles With Equality

So this weekend was eventful for a lot of reasons. We (B and I) got to be guests on another podcast called the Unusual Podcast (Y’all should check them out, really awesome podcast).

After wading through the murky rain flooded streets of Lekki 1  (Thankfully Stacy, my Jalopy, was up to the task) we finally got to the Sound City studios where the podcast was being recorded.

Was it worth it? ABSOLUTELY! Not just because we got to meet awesome people, but also because of the conversations that were had.

The Highlight of all these conversation was the true definition of “Gender roles” and “Feminism

*Cue outrage because a man is writing about Feminism*. Hold your horses!!! I’m going somewhere with this…

You know when you always hear guys say “If you women want to be feminists be feminists to the latter“.  This statement basically means most men feel feminist should be able to do what men do, for instance lift a very heavy object. Very wrong.

This is mixing Gender roles, which means Men and Women performing different roles and Feminism which basically means equal rights and opportunities for men and women.. Men are not higher thinking beings because they are men. But because they are built to be physically stronger they can do certain tasks that women wouldn’t do.

Physical not mental, people please remember that.

We don’t live in the dark ages anymore where human beings relied on strength to get ahead in life.

So, because I want to be selfless I took the liberty to list a few do and don’ts for Y’all.

  • If you hit a woman in traffic, don’t ask for her husband or father or the man in her life. It’s wrong on many levels.
  • Don’t think a woman should not have a lot of money because she won’t find a man to marry
  • Don’t be prejudiced to think all females drivers are horrible drivers.
  • Please don’t objectify every woman you encounter or even work with.
  • Don’t shake men in a room first before you shake women. I don’t understand how a man’s hand is more valuable.
  • Waiters, when you pick up your bill don’t immediately assume the man paid because he is a man. so wrong!

I can go on and on. But we get the gist right?

Please lets behave.

And because i’m a really nice guy, here’s the episode of the podcast beloved! 

Red Or Blue Pill…

There are so many notable ‘Nigerians’ making strives in different careers worldwide. Is the secret of their success solely attributed to them being outside of Nigeria? This week we talk about the success or lack there of, for those who choose, or have no choice. but to stay back. Join the conversation on social media using #utmtpodcast. Like, comment and share this podcast!

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An Ode To A Former Thrill Seeker

I was driving to work today “The Weeknd” (That Nigga feels like my kindred spirit to be honest)  was blaring through the speakers. You know that song “Reminder”?  You do? Okay the vibe of that song just brought some memories flooding through me and a thought hit me….

My thrill seeking days are far behind me!!

I seem like a much more domesticated version of my old self. The savage beast from the good old days seems to be dead and buried.

In fact, that beast seems to be a figment of my imagination. A contrast so shocking I hardly recognize my present self.

All the benders, the adventure, the romps… My word!

Everyday, I seemed to be looking for a different sort of high to attain. My answer to every new experience was always CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

I remember earlier playing a game of “Never Have I Ever” with my present colleagues.


Safe to say I ended up taking almost every shot.

I promise to tell you guys a story some day. Probably when I’m much more inebriated.

Just promise not to judge me. Okay? Great.

Do I miss the old days? Nah, not for a second. You can’t imagine how happy I am to be this chill.

I love domesticated me. The mundane regimen is so priceless you can’t imagine how it makes me happy. I look forward to being a couch potato, even cuddling one woman every Saturday morning. I look forward to making dinner or even just a six pack of Heineken on movie nights.

At least my mind, my soul and liver are in a much much better place.