Humorous, witty, and entertaining stories inspired by the absurdities of everyday life.
I used to have festivals.Let us begin there. Because if I begin with my current circumstances, I may become emotional. And gods should not become emotional. It ruins the image. Three hundred years ago, people crossed rivers for me.Entire villages prepared for my arrival weeks in advance.Drums echoed through forests.Goats disappeared mysteriously.Priests suddenly became very […]
Dear Diary, Apparently there are several hours missing from my day. I find this unacceptable. Not because I particularly wanted those hours. But because they belonged to me. And I have always been uncomfortable with losing access to things that belong to me. Time. Information. Control. Particularly control. The last thing I remember is standing in a boardroom
Dear Diary, I have always believed that most crises are avoidable.Not all. Just most. The problem is that people confuse preparation with pessimism. When you ask difficult questions before something goes wrong, people call you negative. When the thing eventually goes wrong, those same people schedule emergency meetings and suddenly discover the value of planning.
If you met me at work, you’d probably describe me as composed.Strategic.Intimidating, if we’re being honest. I manage scandals, reputation disasters, corporate meltdowns, and public relations nightmares for some of the most powerful people in Lagos. I am the person companies call when everything is on fire. And somehow, that felt easier than dealing with