Updates and a New Category

Hi guys! It’s been quite a while since I was consistent on the blog and I have thoroughly missed it. But in between the madness that was Law School, I have had so many random thoughts and ideas that I penned down, waiting for the right time to flesh them all out and I am so glad that I finally have a moment.

If you know me, you would know I have a lot of interests and the last few years of my life have been about me zoning in on one of those interests and nurturing it passionately to a point where I can confidently balance it with other interests and not feel like I am drowning. I think I have come to that point but time will tell.

Err, what’s new? A Blog series is underway. I started writing it sometime in 2014 and it started coming together nicely between 2017 and 2018. I have a few episodes down and I already love the characters. Fingers crossed you’ll love them too. I would start sharing immediately but my laptop gave up the ghost last week and pending its resurrection and my putting down a few more episodes, I will be unable to share. So pray for a miracle guys! Something new is coming your way and I’m positive you’ll enjoy it.

I’ve got some short stories coming anyways. The beautiful thing about short stories is I don’t necessarily need my old laptop for inspiration. The notes on my phone plus random things around me will be inspiration enough, so I’ve got you guys covered. Stay tuned!

What else is new? Travel Thursday! Yay!! Again, if you know me, you’ll know I am a travel enthusiast. I love visiting new places but I hardly ever share about them. Actually, one of the items on my bucket list is to visit 30 countries before I turn 30. I have 10 under my belt so far and I have decided to start sharing stories from my travels in a new category on my blog that I have titled Travel Diaries. I have been meaning to write travel stories for the longest time but I have always held back for a multitude of reasons. But in the ever famous words of my cousin, “no more!”

Thanks to encouragement and support from my soul sisters Chidimma and Queen (they’ve earned this shoutout), I have resolved to share my travel stories; the good, the weird and the downright hilarious. The stories will be shared every Thursday and I really do hope you enjoy them and find a bit of inspiration as well.

That’s about it I guess. Summary, Oge_writes is back to telling stories and is assuring you of at least one new post every week. So help me God. Enjoy the rest of your week folks and see you Thursday with our first travel post. Who can hazard a guess of the city or country?

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2017 In which I Lived My Best Life Yet

I remember exactly where this picture was taken, when it was taken and exactly how I felt in that moment. It was the eve of my 25th birthday. I was sitting on a ledge overlooking the River Seine in Paris and there was a wellspring of happiness and perfect contentment, bubbling from deep within my heart and overflowing well over on the outside.

In so many ways, 2017 has been my year and if you have followed my reviews since 2014, you will agree with me. 2017 was the year in which I lived my best life, maintained my authenticity and deliberately chose to be happy.

At the end of my 2016 review, I came up with a relatively simple plan for 2017.

  • Live vivaciously but make responsible choices.
  • Read a lot more.
  • Travel some more. My goal is to visit at least 4 new countries. A girl can dream no?
  • Throw fear out the window and choose love, peace and happiness.

And as the sun sets on 2017, my heart is bubbling over with joy and contentment because I lived out my simple plan for 2017. And I will share that journey, as usual, with a breakdown of each month.

January

2017 began on a really high note for me. I was in the US with cousins I hadn’t seen in over a decade and as the turnup Queen/Minister of enjoyment that I am, we were moving across cities and lighting the entire place up. The first couple of weeks in January were super LIT!!!

I returned to Scotland in the middle of the month and my body broke down from excess enjoyment. Lol. But there was the amazing Bridget to nurse me back to health.

February

February was good to me. My mooting partner and I won the semi-finals of the Main faculty mooting competition for my Law School and I was really excited and equally nervous for the finals. I was mostly buried in school work in February and then I had moments of doubt with one of life’s numerous choices. Look, fear is such a killer. We must learn always, always to replace our fear with faith. It’s really hard but it’s well worth it.

March

Mooting finals came and we won! It was surely the best way to start the month! The result of this win was that my name would go up in the “hall of fame” at the Law School library as one of the winners of the 2017 main faculty moot. I was super pumped.

I lost an essay competition I’d entered into but this didn’t dampen my mood at all. I had a lot going for me and I was super content. School work was a bit intense but I powered through. I lost an aunt this month and it hit me hard.

On the up side, I began making active plans towards my travel goals for the year and that had me excited for the most of March. I also realized I’d put on some ridiculous weight and it was time to hit the gym again. Being thick is attractive to some people but I wasn’t sure it was for me. Heh.

On a whole, March was really, really good to me. Especially the 8th of March 🙂

April

The best month. Always the best month!!

It began with a lot of pressure with school work. Then my Schengen visa came through and mans got on a plane to go see the city of Paris for Spring break.

See ehn, find you some good friends. Honestly, find you some really good friends who think the world of you. Because the month of April for me was made perfect by some of the best friends anyone could ever ask for. I spent two weeks of the Easter holidays in Paris touring, laughing and living my best life without a single care in the world. I had people who ascribed the highest level of  value to me go out of their way to prove their love for me in kind words and dinner on a boat cruise for my 25th birthday. I still can’t get over it. I shed so many happy tears that day (yes, I bring on the waterworks pretty easy. Sue me.) My birthdays have progressively gotten better through the years and this 25th one legit took the cake.

Of course I had to embarrass my friends by turning cartwheels randomly in the middle of the streets of Orleans. That’s my trademark. Constant unruliness.

April was really, really good to me. I laughed, a whole lot, I smiled till my cheeks hurt and for every single day of the month, my heart was full.

May

Final exams. I’d been preparing through the semester and when they came, I felt really ready. And after the exams came the groove. Next to April, May was another awesome month. I hit my travel goals when I went on a Euro tour with my cousins. From London to Rome to Barcelona to Paris and then Frankfurt. I hit my target of 4 new countries this year and it was really exciting. Travelling opens your mind in more ways than you could ever imagine and I was so glad I could do it.

Rome was warm and welcoming. I definitely want to go again sometime. Barcelona was mehh at first but then we took a hike up the Montjuic castle and the view was so rewarding plus the salsa with gorgeous, waist-winding Latino men? Yes please!!!!!!

I’d been to Paris before but we checked out new sights together and Frankfurt was more like a quiet getaway- a time to rest from all the travelling.

Best believe I stamped my signature unruliness across Europe though, cartwheeling at St Peter’s Basilica, dancing randomly at malls, train stations and on the streets. Lol. So, so extra this one. The Lord be with the man that chooses to wife me.

May was really, really good to me.

June

The month began with depression. It was as though my enemies reckoned I’d been having too much of a good year and they had to get me. I failed one of my courses. Ok not fail like I had to rewrite it, but I scored a D which is as good as a fail in my books. And that totally unexpected grade knocked the wind out of my sails. That should have been one of the easiest courses, I had worked so hard and it made no sense at all. But Abba had a lesson coming.

Anyways, I spent the weekend with my phone off, crying and just totally out of it. But Eloho came to my rescue and so did Mr. N. I know both of you will read this- bless your hearts for being such incredible gifts to me. And bless your heart too dear Bridget! I can’t imagine how unbearable it must have been, living with me for those 3 days but you are such a gem.

Guys, find you some really good friends that will move mountains for you. ‘nuff said.

Ah, I was saying Abba had a lesson coming. Almost 3 weeks after the results came out, I showed up at my graduation not exactly excited. Another degree in the bag. No big deal. Well, until I received my certificate and saw that I’d made a Distinction. See, when you will and run and Abba decides to show you mercy, it is such a beautiful sight to behold. I wept happy tears (Yes, again with the waterworks. Sue me na). Hard work for all the 2 years had paid off. Baby girl had an LLB with Distinction.

Definitely my favourite grad picture 😁

And then the day after, I got on a flight and moved back home to Nigeria.

July

The first leg of Law School resumed in Bwari. I got frustrated by the registration process that took 6 hours but still wouldn’t finish. (If only I knew what would happen in Lagos a few months later. LOL.)

There’s something about coming from a system that works down to a place where inefficiency is the order of the day. I still can’t wrap my head around it. And no amount of mental preparation was enough to equip me for the madness.

But in the midst of all the chaos, I met good people, made new friends and tried my best to settle into life in Nigeria. For whatever it is worth, this is home.

August

Ah. August was a really good month filled with lots of love, laughter and wide and wild smiles. Law school was still on but there were so many good vibes coming my way that I didn’t feel any pressure. I also did more reading this month and that left me feeling happy.

September

Snuck into Lagos for small weekend getaway and I totally had a blast. September started on a really good note for me and that long weekend away from the stress of school was so needed.

I read Trevor Noah’s ‘Born a Crime’ and it was brilliant. Totally my book of the year.

Wrote Bar 1 exams which were pretty ok. Just like that, 3 months of Bar 1 had flown by and that phase was over. At the end of the month, I moved back to Lagos, supposed city after my heart. El Oh El.

October

Food poisoning had me admitted at the hospital with drips and injections being pumped into my system for a whole day. Was quite a horrid way to start the month, but I bounced back. Commuting around Lagos was super stressful, I lowkey began to contemplate my supposed love for the city. Fam, Lagos is stressful. (Note to Mr. N; if you remind me about that blogpost on falling in love with Lagos again ehn…)

October was a good month, save for the stress of commuting. I met up with a lot of old friends I hadn’t seen in years and made a couple of new ones too. Of course you know by now that I am people person. Relationships and human interactions in general excite me.

November

Hehehehe. Bar 2 of the Nigerian Law School resumed in Lagos and I spent one full week doing registration. I almost went mental! To think that I’d complained about 6 hours in Abuja months before, only to come and do one full week in Lagos. I am tired of Nigeria abeg. Send help.

Classes began and they were every bit as intense as I’d been warned they would be. But then again I am Oge, the poster kid for workaholism so I fell into step after a couple of weeks.

Then I had the opportunity to do something really amazing for a short gig and it worked out so well. I was super happy and proud.

December

This month has been a fine mix of everything. I had a meltdown after struggling with power issues in school. It wasn’t just the power to be honest. So many things about being back in Nigeria had been chipping at me over the last 6 months. “Death by a thousand cuts” a friend called it. And so it was that I found myself in my room on a Sunday morning wailing buckets and nearly cussing myself out for moving back to Nigeria. Brethren, send help.

I made it through the remainder of school and fled to the comfort of my mother’s arms the moment we got a break; after my body reacted violently to the stress it had endured of course. And then I came home to super amazing news such that all the suffering I’d endured so far suddenly became inconsequential. Abba remains super faithful.

My 2017 is nearly at its end and I am so grateful for all that the year has been for me because just like I set out to do this year;

  1. I lived vivaciously as you could tell from the numerous trademarks of my unruliness across different cities.
  2. I read a lot more books than I have in the last 3 or 4 years put together. 12 in total. Hopefully more next year if Law School will let me see road.
  3. I travelled a lot. 5 new countries this year even more than the 4 I originally set out to achieve. So proud of myself and so thankful too.
  4. I threw fear out the window and chose love, although to be fair, sometimes it did feel like fear was hanging on the window sill mocking me and daring me to shut it out completely. I still have some work to do in that department. As for peace and happiness, those pretty much sum up the entirety of my year.

My writing suffered this year. I didn’t write any series for the blog even though I had a couple I was working on. School pressure never let me make enough progress to begin sharing and I certainly did not want to start and leave you guys hanging. If you read Damage Control, you’ll understand. But I did some screenplays and I’ll be happy to share when production is finally complete. The blog grew to over 100,000 hits this year. Thank you guys for sticking around. I will make up for this season. Best believe.

For 2018, I plan to keep it even simpler- Stay authentic and keep living my best life.

It’s the parents’ wedding anniversary today. 3 decades and then some. May 2018 for you be as fresh and flourishing as the love I see them openly display for each other. It is the absolute cutest thing.

Love, Light and Positive Vibes!

@Oge_writes

For Seun Odukoya; Not all Superheroes Wear Capes

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I have written about you so many times. I have spoken about you till I’m blue in the face. Anyone who knows me has had their ears filled with my tales of your awesomeness. But somehow, all these don’t even feel enough. How do I thank you enough for all that you do? How do I let you know just how much I appreciate you? How do I express gratitude for your unwavering loyalty and your consistent love?

Dearest Seun Odukoya, I have been privileged to have so many rainbows colour my life and you are one of the distinct ones. In the last 4 years, we have gone from Twitter followers to _______ friends, to boss and PA and now to an extension of each other. You are a part of me. It doesn’t feel like you’re another person. It just feels like you are an extended part of me.

There was a season in my life in that was fraught with lows and blues and most days were a struggle. But like the cape-less hero that you are, you showed up every single time, sharing love, light and bringing pure delight to my heart. I remember a particular day I went offline for a great many hours without any notice. After calling my phone unsuccessfully through the night, you left your home at 5am to try and find my house in Surulere, even though you’d only been there once with me at night. I’ll never forget that act of kindness. Ever. You earned the title of my real MVP then J

You’ve never let me feel like I a bother. Even in times where 9 out of 10 of my phone calls to you were to whine or rant or just be a baby, you remained rock solid and never let me feel small for being vulnerable. I am super, super thankful for you and I can never say this enough. You are one reason why I feel like I can do anything. Because I have seen you defy life and its attendant madness to chase your dreams. You have set your own manual and you live on your own terms and it is so lovely to see you set goals for yourself and pursue them relentlessly, even when it gets hard. I am so darn proud of you. Have I never told you before? Well, I am SO DARN PROUD OF YOU!!

You’re one of 2 men in my life, not related to me by blood that I would take a bullet for in the blink of an eye, without as much as a second thought. You have earned that spot with your kindness and your love. You go hard for me. From encouraging me to face my fears to holding my hands when I’m down to cheering me on in my victories… You my precious are one of the most amazing gifts I have received in my lifetime.

Thank you for doing life with me, thank you for the access you have given me, thank you for being a part of me and thank you for redefining friendship on a pure, wholesome level. I tell you all the time, they don’t make them like you no more. And that’s okay. One Seun Odukoya is enough to last me an entire lifetime. Because of you, I have learned to value every single one of my relationships on their own merit. I have learned that dreams are valid and that last last, even if things don’t work out as I want, I can always count on you to share a cocktail with me and laugh at pain or failure in the face.

I love you Seun. I am thankful for you. You’re a total rockstar. You’re my Superhero. And it’s a privilege to build greatness with you.

Cheers to the New Year. Kick ass!

Oge.

My Bucket List of 25


Hi guyssssssss!!

Hope everyone had a good weekend.

Well, mine was great. I woke up this morning and my blog was 5. It’s amazing. Can’t believe I’ve been doing this for 5 years already. Anyways, to ‘celebrate’ it, I decided to share this bucket list with you guys, written earlier in the year. I know I haven’t been consistent here *face palm* but I’m working on it, I promise.

In the meantime, I hope you’re enjoying Milli’s Oceans Apart. Many thanks to the people who have been supporting her with their shares and comments. You guys are rockstars! Writing really isn’t easy so every form of feedback is a major encouragement.

So here’s my list of 25. Good luck to me achieving them. I have already crossed a few off anyways so I’m quite positive. I’ll keep updating it as I go along.

  1. Visit 30 countries before I turn 30 (7 done so far. Good start, no?)
  2. Have a weekend getaway to some island where I will wear a straw hat and sip on mojitos and play in the sand by day then write soppy love stories by night. (Okay, maybe not soppy love stories. But sha write)
  3. Publish a novel. (One to start with at least. Lol!)
  4. Ride behind someone on a power bike (My heart won’t let me be the rider biko.)
  5. Work with some of the leading filmmakers in Nigeria.
  6. Own a filmmaking company.
  7. Visit Rome! DONE!! And it was sooooo beautiful!
  8. Visit the Egyptian pyramids
  9. Visit Brazil
  10. Learn to speak fluent French (something more than oui oui, vous vous)
  11. See Tye Tribbett live in concert
  12. See Yanni live in concert
  13. Read the Bible completely from Genesis to Revelation. (Can’t believe I haven’t done this yet. *Facepalm*)
  14. Learn to play the acoustic guitar.
  15. Climb a mountain
  16. Fly in a private jet.
  17. Go on a boat cruise. (Sorta kinda done. I had dinner on a boat cruise for my birthday. I think that counts, no?)
  18. Work with an international organization preferably in the field of dispute resolution.
  19. Go sky diving
  20. Learn a martial art.
  21. Learn to make afang soup (those who know, know).
  22. Learn to swim. (Right now, I can only move in water small. Lol. I’d love to learn to actually swim.)
  23. Feature in a movie. Not any serious acting. Just show face and give my Macleans advert smile.
  24. Give a Ted Talk.
  25. Visit all the African countries.

So that’s me done.

Many thanks to everyone who has been here through the journey. It has been super exciting for me but only possible because of you guys who read, share, comment or even do waka pass. Y’all are the real MVPs! Thank youuuuuuuu

And because I’ve got itchy fingers this morning that might probably last a few days, I’d ask this. If you guys have any themes or ideas for a story you’d like me to write. Whether short story or series, please share in the comment section and your wish will be my command. Have a super Monday!

Loads of love and light!

@Oge_writes

My Woman, My Amazon ❤️❤️❤️


Whenever I have to talk about my mum, there’s the problem of where to start. And once I start, there’s the problem of when to stop. But that’s only because she is such a strong, warm, amazing and inspiring person. 

The kindness and hospitality of her heart is enough to write a book on. And it is this same kindness and hospitality that I have imbibed and vowed to keep upholding till I take my final breath. 

I remember my mum always hosting guests while we grew up. My dad’s friends loved our house. Especially when they had to come to Zaria for a course. Mum would make her legendary pounded yam and Egusi or vegetable soup and then pepper soup and they would eat to their heart’s content. 

Mum’s hospitality is why I’m nearly always hosting friends 😂😂😂. It’s like a spirit. The spirit of Mrs. Nwobia’s hospitality is strong with me 😂😂😂

My mother meets you first with her heart before anything else. And a good number of my friends can testify to having met her heart even before her face. My mum gives like her life depends on it. And sometimes I don’t understand it. But then I read Eph 2:10 and it makes sense. 

Mum gives to people she hasn’t even met, just as long as there’s a legitimate need and it’s in her capacity to give. She isn’t the wealthiest person in finances but her heart, the wealth of her heart is overwhelming. 

It’s her birthday today and I can’t help but think and thank God for the endless gift that she is. For the numerous selfless sacrifices she has made, for every single time she has come through, for all the many lessons she has taught me (esp the secret to her destiny trapping stew. Lol.) 

For her amazing sense of humour that leaves me laughing each time we have a phone conversation. For her compassion, for her faith, for her hope even in the most awful situations. 

My Proverbs 31 woman. My woman, my amazon, my friend. 


Find you a mother who believes in the validity of your dreams twice as much as you do. 

Find you a mother who helps mend your broken heart by recommending and paying for your travel. 

Find you a mother who loves your friends and mothers them just as much as she does you. 

Find you a mother who will spare no expense to make your dreams come true. 

Find you a mother who does not give up on you even when you have given up on yourself. 

Find you a mother who celebrates even the tiniest of your victories like it was the birth of the messiah. 

Find you a mother who is president of your cheerleading squad. 

Find you who is constantly thinking of you and buying you big and little gifts just because. 

Find you a mother who is selfless in her love, just like Jesus. 

Find you a mother who is a perfect role model for wifehood and motherhood. 

Find you a Mummy Nwobia. 


This one is already taken. 

But because there’s love in sharing, you’re welcome to share. 

Happy Birthday Mama Mia! J’adore ❤️❤️❤️

Dear Kess…

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Dear Kess,

I still remember your wide smile and cute pink gums. I remember your curly hair. I remember your skinny frame which was so much like mine back then. You should see me now though. I’m a size 10! My memory of your voice isn’t as strong as it was 7 years ago. But no matter how faint it becomes, I doubt I’ll ever forget it. Because that voice spoke some of the kindest words I ever heard to me. I doubt I’ll forget the sound of your laughter either. It wasn’t loud but it was infectious.

At different times each year, something brings you to memory. 2 years ago, it was a conversation with bestie and no matter how hard I tried, that conversation hurt my heart. It hurt so much that I soaked my pillow with tears later that night. She said you kept telling her you were tired and no matter how she tried to encourage you to fight, you wouldn’t stop insisting that you were tired and wanted to say goodbye. A part of me hurts that you wouldn’t fight for longer, but a part of me demands that I be reasonable because you were in pain I cannot even begin to fathom.

I remember talking to you about a certain crush who told me to go outside and play with sand. This was in SS2 I believe. And you were so kind and warm to me with your words that his own rude words soon lost their sting. You were there to listen to me rant about even the most inconsequential things. We shared an intense love for literature and the arts as a whole. And now I can’t believe you’ll never get to read my blog or watch any of my movies. Kess, I have made you proud with my writing and you aren’t even here to see.

I’m writing this today because Timehop brought back a tweet I shared 2 years ago after that conversation that night with bestie. 7 years after your departure, I still hurt that I didn’t have enough time with you. I hurt for that call to you that I kept postponing. I hurt for one final call, one last goodbye that never happened.

When we last saw 8 years ago, you teased me and said “so you went to Covenant University and forgot all of us abi?” I laughed and promised to do better, to stay in touch. 7 years later, I can’t believe how woefully I failed to keep that promise.

A few months ago, I made a promise to myself concerning someone but in the last few days, I have been breaking that promise without any deep thought to it. But this is a reminder. No more broken promises. I will do right by my heart because as much as is possible, I don’t want to hurt the way I am hurting.

Where my failed promise to you is concerned, I may hurt, but I certainly have no regrets. Because for a season of my life, I was blessed to share time and space with a truly precious gem- you. I am thankful for all that we had. I am thankful for the memories I have, no matter how faint.

I will never forget your smile, I will never forget your heart and I will never forget your essence.

Sleep well my friend.

Happy New Year, Ogechi!

This is what happens when you have friends who think the world of you and ascribe the highest value to you.
This moved me to tears and I am so honoured and overwhelmed by this. I am wealthy in relationships and I do not take that wealth for granted.
Thank you!

Seun Odukoya

How you dey?

So because plenty of us have so much to say, ‘somebody’ decided to do this…

Me, I am just watching from the sidelines, hella proud to know someone like you.

Happy New Year, dear.

WHY APRIL 18th is OUR PRIVATE HOLIDAY!

            A Public Holiday signifies a “day off” for “everyone” but not “everyone” observes the spirit of the holiday, because to some it is nothing more than a “day off” work. So Christians celebrate Easter while Muslims enjoy a “day off” and in the same way Muslims celebrate Salah and Christians enjoy the free time. Of course there is an exchange of ram and chicken here and there but all public holidays are in essence “privatized” based on the reason for the season.

We the “FRIENDS OF YOUGEE” (FOY from hereon) declare April 18th today and for all ages to…

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