Impacting Positively

Photocredit: AyoBami Ogungbe @Bamiphotography Striding gallantly through the crowd They wonder who it is That has seized the breath of air From their nostrils When I emerged from the shadows They burst out in laughter Afterall A DADAist is the lowest of all men Heigher only than the animals Photocredit: AyoBami Ogungbe @bamiphotography .......  END  This nine line poem echoes the feelings of many in West Africa who grow dreadlocks. While most people associate them with certain religious rites,  there are quite a few who choose to voluntarily wear them for fashion. Commonly, DADAists are usually disregarded and categorized as being irresponsible. In some cases,  parents have refused to give their daughters out to men who wear the dreadlock.  What's your take? Are they an outdated fashion item or a current one? Would you be comfortable sharing a room with someone on dreads?  Should dreadlocks be respected as a part of African culture a...

As much as possible, I try to be optimistic in my writings, hoping for the best. However, I do not dilute the truth in an attempt to sound positive. Today, I publicly say that Husband Snatching is a trend that won't grow cold just like jeans. Here are 3 reasons why I think so. 1. YOU TALK TOO MUCH You have a prince charming  who constantly sweeps you off your feet? Please keep it to yourself.  Most women derive joy in constantly flaunting their happy married life everywhere possible but they forget that evil eyes are watching. It's hard to get a good man these days, so if another lady knows just how good your man is,  she could just start making plans to keep him for herself. 2.MATERIALISM I was listening to a song today on Wazobia Max by an artiste whose name I cannot remember now. There was a dialogue in the song between an aunt and a niece.  Apparently, the girl got pregnant for a 'nobody'  and the aunt began to rant about how she should have gone for ...

Hey guys what's popping? Over here I'm popping Chinchin and Kunu wishing I could get some Amala and Gbegiri mixed with Ewedu. For my foreign readers I'm sorry about these strange terminologies ,please forgive me. Well , before I go on, I have an announcement (adjusts the microphone). Ladies and gentlemen , I cut my hair!! Crazy right? I recently decided to go natural and counting the days, my hair is 21 days old . Totally unconcerned ? Okay let's get down to business.  The Nigerian Writers Awards comes up on February 6 ,2016 at Terra Kulture. I was wondering if anyone would love to accompany me as a part of the squad . Keep in mind though that it's a late event that starts by 6PM I think and the colour code is black and red. I'll be expecting your replies soon so I can start working on getting you  invites . My emails are winifredbinogun@gmail/Yahoo.com (respectively) Have a great weekend. PS: Pray I win so we can party 

 What makes a year a year? what makes a month a month? what makes a week a week? and what makes a day a day?  Hardly is it the time frame allotted it or the seasons in the frame but the activities in it. Take for example a University academic session. It is not usually fixed to a particular number of days although there is a calendar. What is most important is that the semesters are completed and not that the time fixed must be stuck to. If for example there is a strike or a problem, the school has to suspend activities meaning the initial fixed date for the duration of the semester has to be extended. Ahaaa! Now you get my point!     So dear reader what am I trying to say? In short, I do not want you to throw away all the goals you  set for 2015! I always hear people talk about new year resolutions and how they made them the year before but could not achieve it. The main thing is to ensure that you work  diligently at what you do. Here is why it is ...

  Wetin man pikin go do Them say education na di best legacy Man pikin go read book Work work e find tire Them de ask am ‘’who is your father’’ Man pikin use him certificate begin sell akara Even akara no sell Nobody wan chop akara again Na meatpie be oga now Man pikin say okay E turn landlord for road Begin beg for food chop People cos am,Man pikin you be ote. As man pikin taya, e carry gun E do, e do, money begin enter Friend way plenty pass garri Man pikin begin get, e turn king. When olopa go catch man pikin All the friend them tear race Them say but why Why man pikin no go sell akara.

My man went to town  And came back with a new accent  He no longer likes my pastry  He prefers to drink his new tea  He brought a new dressing along too  One that makes him hotter in the sun And shiver in the cold, worse still  He brought a pale woman To keep his bed warm She was called Civilization.

Greetings dear family! It is with a big smile on my face that I write today and I know most of you already know why. Well, for those who do not know, Binogun Winifred was nominated in the category of Best Teenage Writer in the Nigerian Writers' Awards (NWA). To begin with, this nomination has exposed me (laughing) , I know most of you thought I was way older and now you have learnt the truth. It is all good though, at least this way some people who have been asking when I am getting married will stop for now.     Age is actually a thing of the mind, so disregard my numerical age and keep respecting me, after all, I think I deserve it. I'm in my joking mood today, maybe because I'm back home with my family and I can finally eat good food and drink malt at my wish or maybe not. Maybe it is because of you! You dear readers who have always been there for me through thick and thinnest thin . I just want to say thank you and acknowledge the fact that my works have been influ...