My children belong to me.

So I have been watching Grey’s Anatomy like a stupid alcohol addict. I know, I need AA meetings already. And maybe a handler. I’ll get to all that in due time, thanks for the love and concern. It all began when I attended the TV Writing Masterclass at the Lagos Film Academy a few weeks ago. So […]

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The art of ‘adulting’.

The art of ‘adulting’ is not beans in this life. No, it is not. Many times, an adult-somebody just wants to un-adult. All the nerves and bones in his body are crying out for redemption with an Ibadan accent: ‘Plix, lemme hun-hadot! Lemme jus hun-hadot. Plix! Epp meee!!!!’ Unfortunately, the art of adulting can only […]

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