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Journal Entry

General Personal Stuff

Anything-But-Books Tag

It’s my second tag nomination this year and I am humbled by this recognition from Nessa of Stuffed Shelves Be sure to check out her blog, she’s down to earth and very talented.

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Preimplementation Genetic Diagnosis in Nigeria: An Option for AS Genotype Couples

Following my hit post on options for AS genotype couples, I’ve got a lot of questions and comments demanding information, medical options, alternatives or strategies for AS couples in Nigeria to have Sickle-Cell-Free children. So I’ve been making inquiries at fertility clinics.

My Maid of Honour Toast

Having been a member of the Toastmasters Club, I like to think that writing and giving toasts are right up my alley. However, putting this together and delivering it proved to be more challenging than I had anticipated. First, my friend drives me crazy half the time and writing this, I realised that I took a lot of her amazing qualities for granted.

My Bestfriend’s Wedding

Anytime I expressed my happiness and excitement for her there was always someone there to compare our personal lives and tell me to “tap into her blessing” or ask me “So, when is your own?”. It felt like I was supposed to be in some kind of competition or at the very least want to be married because she was getting married.

Saturday Out Grocery Shopping

You know how you ĺook at someone you absolutely love and see all the good things you want to do to them? Yeah, just looking at these tomatoes I had that Halo moment. I could see future, bright with a salad and three different kinds of stew!

Asaba Massacre Memorial Day 2017 Itinerary

Exactly 50 years ago today, Saturday, the 7th of October, over a thousand civilians in Asaba, mostly men, were murdered by soldiers of the Nigerian Army. Though on hearing that the war was approaching the town, many indigenes had fled across the Niger, a good number remained because the town was not part of Biafra, not even on the Biafran map. They were Nigerians, many of whom were professionals and civil servants working in Benin before the war.

Lounging in Lagos

Lagos for me is a lot like that loud unattractive lover you can’t stand to be around too long, but are enamoured with regardless. The hustle and bustle in this concrete jungle is characterised by the unpleasant smell of what I like to think is the sea, crowds of people at bus-stops, and the constant riotous noise; a mix of blaring horns and shrilling voices. But, it’s Lagos, my place of love.