A.I.T Alumni, Ikare-Akoko

12/06/2025

I got married at 22. Two years down the line, and I still call it the best decision of my life—even though, once in a while, we play too much in this house.

It happened on a casual Saturday. I stepped out to restock groceries from the big supermarket near our estate. You know how weekend runs go—eggs, noodles, onions, detergent, and one or two things you didn’t plan for but now feel you can’t live without.

I was on my way to the checkout when I noticed this man—nicely dressed, wedding ring shining like fresh money—smiling at me from aisle six.

“You look like peace of mind in human form,” he said.

I blinked. I’ve heard many lines in my day, but this one nearly made me forget the price of tomatoes.

I smiled politely and moved on. But next thing I knew, he was behind me at the counter. He leaned in and said, “Let me handle the bill. You deserve soft life.”

At that moment, the Iya Basira in me said, Collect it. Married man that’s feeling like Romeo should at least contribute to inflation relief.

So I agreed. He paid for everything, including the extra cheese I didn’t plan for. As he handed over the bags, he said, “You’re too fine to be standing in line. A queen like you needs royal treatment.”

I smiled again, “Thank you, sir.”
He asked where I lived. I told him vaguely.
Then he offered to carry the bags to my gate—like one eager volunteer for unpaid delivery service.

I didn’t stop him. Who am I to block destiny?

As we approached the compound, he said, “I’d like to see you again. You’re different.”
I nodded, “Okay.”
He left. I went inside, dropped the bags, and burst out laughing.

Later that evening, my husband, Fola, came home.






Omidan Wúràolá

06/05/2025

💕If your period feels like a monthly battle,
It could be more than just a normal struggle...

What is Endometriosis?
It’s when tissue—just like the one inside your womb—starts to grow in other places, causing pain to bloom.
On the ovaries, tubes, or pelvic walls,
These stray tissues don’t belong there at all.

Each month, they bleed just like the womb would do,
But with no place to go, they inflame and brew.
Pain, scars, and even fertility fears—
This condition has caused so many tears.

The exact cause? Scientists are still on the case.
But one theory takes a leading place:
Retrograde menstruation—a backward flow,
Where menstrual blood takes a different road.
Instead of leaving the body through the usual track,
It flows through the tubes and then comes back.

Other factors too may play a role—
Genes, hormones, or an immune system that’s not whole.

Early Signs to Watch Out For:

✍️ Pelvic pain before and during your period
✍️Painful intimacy, leaving you weary and worried
✍️Heavy menstrual bleeding or spotting in between
✍️Painful urination or bowel movement, often unseen
✍️Bloating, nausea, fatigue on the rise

Struggling to conceive? That could be a sign.

Dear Woman, Don’t Keep Quiet
If your monthly cycle comes with constant pain,
Please don’t think you’re going insane.
Seek help, speak up, and take control,
Your body is speaking—please play your role.

has no cure for now,
But with treatment, you can rise above somehow.
Don’t just manage, thrive with care,
Because your is precious, rare, and fair.💕🫂

🙏Share this to help another woman win,
Because wellness starts from deep within.

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17/04/2025

EP 1: The Stranger’s Vow

“Not every light comes from the sun.”

At the edge of the Kingdom of Day, where shadows stretch and silence speaks, Covenant met a stranger.

She came at dusk, cloaked in grace and mystery. Her name was Radiance, or so she said. Her feet were dusty from long travel, her voice sweet like ancient honey, and her eyes held the weight of stories untold.

“I come from far,” she whispered, “seeking peace. I bring light, if you will make room.”

Covenant, noble and eager, believed. He saw her weariness, felt her warmth, and without counsel from the Watcher, he made a vow beneath the twilight sky.

“I take you, Radiance,” he said, “into union and trust. Let our bond be unbroken.”

The stars above blinked—some in wonder, others in warning.

And so, without questions, the covenant was sealed.

But dusk is a cunning hour. It softens edges and blurs truth. And as night crept in, the Kingdom of Day slept peacefully… unaware that the veil of Radiance was more than fabric—it was a story she had spun.

25/06/2024

The Nigerian Education Loan Fund (NELFUND) has announced it will release the full list of institutions that have submitted their complete student data for the NELFUND Student Verification System so…

14/06/2024

SEASONS OF FATHERHOOD | Omidan Wura

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My name is Emily, and at twenty years old, I have come to appreciate the unique tapestry of my family life, one that is defined by love, loss, and the evolving nature of my father's parenting.

Dad's first marriage began when he was just 27. He and his first wife, Sarah, built a life together from scratch, struggling to make ends meet while raising my brother, Mark, and my sister, Lisa.

Dad worked long hours to provide for the family, often missing out on school events and bedtime stories.

Mark and Lisa grew up understanding the value of hard work and sacrifice, but they missed the presence of a father who was always there.

Mark, the eldest, was a quiet and serious child who matured quickly, taking on responsibilities that many children his age wouldn’t even consider. He became a secondary provider, helping out where he could, often sacrificing his own childhood for the sake of the family.

Lisa, on the other hand, was more vocal about her needs and desires. She resented the long hours Dad spent away from home and often expressed her frustration through rebellious acts during her teenage years.

Despite their struggles, there were moments of joy and connection. Dad made it a point to have family dinners whenever possible, a tradition that instilled a sense of unity and love amidst the chaos.

Sarah was the glue that held everything together, her unwavering support and gentle nature providing a sense of stability for Mark and Lisa.

From my earliest memories, Dad was my hero, always there to pick me up when I fell, both literally and figuratively. His patience seemed boundless, his wisdom a guiding light. Our home was filled with laughter, stories, and the smell of freshly baked cookies—courtesy of Mom, who found joy in creating a nurturing environment for us.

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As I grew older, I began to notice the subtle differences in how Dad interacted with me compared to Mark and Lisa. During family gatherings, stories of their childhood would surface, painting a picture of a man who was always working, always striving to provide, but often absent. They would laugh about it now, but there was an underlying tone of what could have been—missed opportunities and lost moments.

One Christmas, as we sat around the tree, Lisa recounted a story from her teenage years. "Do you remember that time I got caught sneaking out to see a concert?" she asked Dad, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Dad chuckled, nodding. "I remember. I was so furious at the time. I grounded you for a month."

"And you missed my birthday that year because you were away on a business trip," she added, her voice softening. The room grew quiet, the weight of unspoken regrets hanging in the air.

Dad reached out, placing his hand on hers. "I'm sorry, Lisa. I did what I thought was best back then."

Lisa smiled, squeezing his hand. "I know, Dad. We've all grown since then."

It was in moments like these that I saw the depth of their relationship, the layers of love, and the resilience that had carried them through tough times.

My siblings often joked about the "new and improved" Dad. "Where was this guy when we were growing up?" Mark would laugh. They harbored no resentment, but it was clear they noticed the difference.

Our family gatherings were filled with stories that highlighted the contrasting childhoods we experienced.
..to be continued.

08/04/2024

28/03/2024

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15/02/2024

STAY OR RETHINK? | OMIDAN WÚRÀ

Compatibility in communication styles is crucial. If your partner consistently dismisses or snubs intellectual discussions, it may indicate a difference in preferences or values.

It's essential to have open communication about each other's needs and find a balance that satisfies both parties.

While having a variety of topics in conversation is healthy, understanding and respecting each other's comfort zones is equally important.

If the lack of intellectual engagement becomes a source of frustration, it's worth discussing to ensure both partners feel valued and heard.

Then...

02/10/2023

You don't create a culture.
It happens.

This is why new companies don't have a culture. Culture is the byproduct of
consistent behaviour.

If you encourage people to share, then
sharing will be built into your culture.
If you reward trust, then trust will be built in.

20/09/2023

THE PROCESS IS THE STORY

There's no such thing as overnight success. If it happened overnight, it was definitely a sleepless night and it cannot endure the morning. The trainings derived from the process are the pillars for sustenance.

There was once a farmer who had a large field of corn. He worked hard every day to water, w**d, and fertilize his crops. He was very disciplined and never missed a day of work.

One day, he saw his neighbor, who also had a field of corn, but it was much smaller and less productive. The neighbor was lazy and often skipped work, or wasted time on trivial things. He envied the farmer's success and asked him for his secret.

The farmer replied, "There is no secret. Discipline is the key to success. If you want to have a good harvest, you have to work hard and be consistent."

The neighbor nodded and decided to follow the farmer's advice. He started to wake up early, work diligently, and avoid distractions. He hoped to see some improvement in his crops soon.

However, after a few weeks, he saw no change in his field. His corn was still small and weak, while the farmer's corn was tall and strong. He became frustrated and angry. He thought the farmer had lied to him or cheated him somehow.

He went to the farmer and accused him of being dishonest. He said, "You told me discipline is the key to success, but I have been disciplined for weeks and nothing has changed. Your corn is still better than mine. How did you do it? Did you use some magic or trickery?"

The farmer shook his head and said, "No, I did not use any magic or trickery. I just used discipline. But discipline is not something you can do for a few weeks and expect immediate results. Discipline is a habit that you have to cultivate for a long time. It takes patience, perseverance, and dedication. You have to keep working hard even when you don't see any progress or reward. Discipline is not a shortcut to success; it is a way of life."

If you're sure you are on the right track, keep at it. You might not be noticed, keep at it. It might look insignificant, keep at it. Small changes on a consistent basis lead to phenomenal results. Keep at it!