Uche's Blog

 I won't say I'm one of the best singers you'll come across or even among my clique, but I can say I try. Singing was and is still my thing.  I can't also say I learnt to sing, because I was told that growing up, even at the tender age of two, I would climb my parents' kingsize bed, which represented my stage and take up my mum's hair comb as my mic and continue to sing till I eventually get tired and fall asleep. Infact, I literally preferred singing to eating.  I grew up getting used to my mum's chants of accolades. She would smile and say it to anyone who cared to hear; "My singer, My choir master".  You can imagine the way I would feel so fly, open up my buccal cavity and sing out those lovely songs, with my mom dancing and joining me to sing in her very wonderful voice. Pun intended.  She would even say that she didn't need to have any voice, at least she had me by her side always. Right?  But with all these, I never really had that courag

I still remember the day I had a deep cut under my leg. Infact, I only knew it was deep the next day when I was rushed to the sick bay with my blood dripping(literally pouring) throughout the school. It had happened a night before the day our Mock exams(WAEC preparatory exam) were starting.  I was outside, behind our hostel building,  playing with some friends. I'm still wondering how we were playing at almost midnight a day before a serious exam like that. But trust me when I say I was fully prepared. I just needed something to really get my mind off the exams. That was and is still my way.  That was when it happened. My closest friend then, told me he was tired and needed to read a little more before he retired to bed. So he left me with the rest of our friends.  I will not lie, this play was getting intensely interesting. And I knew my closest friend couldn't miss out on this. Quickly, I dashed to the room where my friend and I stayed, with some 10 other people. I didn't

It was on one of my keke napep trips to where I can't really remember.  Just me and the tricycle driver. I was already beginning to feel weird because we had driven almost half the trip and hadn't gotten any other passenger. I didn't want him thinking I was his bad luck today. That was when she flagged us down. She asked first to find out if we were going her way and thank goodness we were.  I can't say your definition of beauty but this lady right here was one. A fair one at that.  I adjusted as she climbed into the tricycle.  "Hey, good morning" She greeted. You could imagine the joy. This beautiful stranger was trying to form an acquaintance. But I didn't answer her.  "I'm greeting you oo" She said again. I was taken aback. "Oooh, pardon my rudeness dear." I said, smiling. Don't blame me for using the word 'dear' already. I was trying to makeup for my first impression.  "No problem," She said stretching out