Ebube Anochili's blog

  Photo: from Google You’ll probably see a lot of this this period. You have definitely seen a lot of this in previous years. Anyway, It’s another year ending. With a lot of people looking back at their lives throughout the year. Some measure their goals and what they have achieved. Yet some others are unhappy with little goals accomplished. Others are just glad that they are alive, cos they saw shege pro max.🥺 Some are busy trying to cut off more people from their lives.🙄 Others are adding more people who are worth it. Then there are some still with the “new year, new me” syndrome. Some others planning new year’s resolutions they’ll practice on January 1st and forget about till the next January 1st. Some thinking of all the plans for the new year. Others, just winging it. Some had new lives added to their families. Others lost loved ones.🥺 And miss them every day. Why am I going on and on about what people do or think about at the end of the year? Hehehehe! I guess I just like to

  Photo: From Google “Hashtags Saturdays are for weddings,” was a common trend in Nigeria. Lagos wasn’t left out of it. It had started to feel like the entire single population of Nigeria was all getting married at the same time. Amara had forgotten she had agreed to accompany Olaitan to a wedding the Saturday she was supposed to have dinner with Luc. She almost screamed when Olaitan reminded her during the week. She wrinkled her nose as Olaitan reiterated that it was her brother’s wife’s cousin’s wedding and how fun it was going to be. And she began to question why she had agreed to go at all. Olaitan wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so Amara settled in her mind that she would be stressed that day. Her dinner was at 7 pm. She would attend the wedding with Olaitan, leave early and make it back for her date. Her problem was she didn’t want to be tired before her date. Lagos traffic would do that to you. And the wedding was in Yaba. “It’s a big owambe, somebody’s son can find y

  Photo: From Google The evening was cool. That might have been because of the cloudy day. The Sun had hung behind dark clouds almost throughout the day. Amara wasn’t disappointed with that. She loved gloomy days. Dark clouds were her favorite weather. Where the Sun didn’t scorch her and the rains didn’t come down to wet the ground... And her. The weather would just be cold, or cool. At work, earlier in the day, she had longed to be in her bed, with food, wine, and a movie. Oh well, she had to work. But then, she left work early to prepare for her date. No, not date, she thought to herself. She had left work early to prepare for her “meeting” with Lucas. It was about 5:45 pm and she still hadn’t found what to wear. Her clothes were littered on her bed, her handbag buried underneath. Which was why she hadn’t heard her phone ring. She wasn’t prepared when Amuche and Ngozi barged into her room. She almost jumped out of her skin. “You guys,” She said, steadying her heart with her palm, “c