I’m on a flight to Sydney, Australia. The attendant asks if I want tea or wine. I tell her tea is fine. The passenger beside me, an old woman, opts for red wine. I ask her what she is going to Australia for, and she says it’s the last country on her bucket list. She... Continue Reading →

There's a man who live with his wife in a quiet college town in Kentucky. This man graduated from Obafemi Awolowo University, and It was there also that he met his wife. He was brilliant, hence the scholarship to study abroad. He was also really active and known in MSSN circles. He was versed in... Continue Reading →

Fellow Husband, Congratulations on one of life’s most important feats! You’re ecstatic. The beautiful lady is finally yours. No more sleepless nights on phone calls. The sleepless nights you are having now are sweet and intimate. As I extend this warm greetings to you and sincerely wish you a blessed matrimony, I know there are... Continue Reading →

When I was in New York, my big sister and I were making virtually the same amount of money - paycheck wise. In fact, I probably make more if I factor in scholarship money and grants from college. However, her savings were significantly higher than mine. Who are my kidding? With the crazy cost of... Continue Reading →

This episode is For you, Ruqayah:  A Brilliant Friend, Who Pushes for Excellence in Everything....  The drive home is pretty effortless; no traffic, except for the light shower coming from above. As the wiper swooshes away the strokes on the windscreen, he imagines how his life would be if he were to venture into the... Continue Reading →

The silent husband, that is what he calls himself — not to people of course, but to himself. This evening, however, things will change. He is going to talk and perhaps raise his voice. He will not smile and brush issues off as nothing, rather he will flinch and let her have it. Show her... Continue Reading →

So, I’m sitting here in the kitchen, staring at a blank page of Microsoft Word, and thinking of what to write. Last night, my thesis advisor, Fatima, had told me to dig deep into myself and let the story come out. And then it will be true just like in Langston Hughes’ Theme B. Her... Continue Reading →

  It’s quite usual for outsiders of the discipline to view sociology as intrinsically leftist, and make sweeping statements about the discipline’s theorists, generalizing about their stands to be similar and built on the backs of each other. But this sweeping view is largely incorrect as theorists in sociology defer in their views of the... Continue Reading →

On that Saturday morning, I finished up my tasks at the Outpatient Building of the Psychiatric Center where I work, and ran down to the kitchen to meet Mrs. Martina Hector for our interview appointment. A co-worker had just stepped out, and Mrs. Hector was on her phone, telling her daughter she would call her... Continue Reading →