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THAT DAY HE HIT ME SO MUCH, I WAS SURE I WAS GOING TO DIE! (PART 2)

         He had come back from work looking royally pissed and I’d been walking on egg shells trying not to poke the bear. But there was just no escaping it. As was his custom, it started with a slap. I was quiet. Experience had taught me that speaking was a terrible idea, but my silence (which usually saved me from getting more than ten to eleven blows) did not help me. It seemed to infuriate him even further. He hit me and just kept hitting me. That day, he hit me so much, I was sure I was going to die. Lying on the floor as blow and punch after punch was delivered to my body, I remember thinking this is it. This is the day that I die. All I could think of was my kids and who would take care of them. It’s all I’ve been thinking of these five years. I don’t know how I got up. There were neighbours, lots of noise, and everything was just hazy. And just like that, I was running. And even in my state of distraught, a part of me realized how absurd I must look to ...
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THAT DAY HE HIT ME SO MUCH, I WAS SURE I WAS GOING TO DIE! (PART 1)

         Even in my state of distraught, a part of me realized how absurd I must have looked to passers-by. A visibly battered, semi naked woman running on the streets bare feet. I didn’t know the exact extent of my injuries or how bad they looked but I just knew I had to be a sight for sore eyes.            You’re confused I know. Although it is hard to tell what exactly is confusing you. It has to be one of three things; who I am, why I am running on the streets in such state and why I am bothered about how I look while running on the streets in such state. I’ll tell you who I am, but not just yet. However, so you don’t keep staring at whatever device it is you are using to read this as if its calculus let me start from the beginning.             I met my husband five years ago at a friend’s birthday party. He asked me to dance with him; we talked, laughed and of course, exchanged numbers. He calle...
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TOKE MAKINWA’S ON BECOMING; THE REALITY OF THE NIGERIAN FEMALE

Yesterday was the launching of Toke Makinwa’s book titled On Becoming. For those who don’t know who she is (which is nobody, but let’s humour you), Toke Makinwa is a socialite Vlogger who talks about the basic day to day of life, and now an author from what I hear. Or at least that’s what I think she does. I believe she has been around the social world for quite some time but I only just got to really know about her when the scandal of her failed marriage broke. I read so much about it then, but the most of it being that she was a lady who had failed in her responsibilities as a wife and as such, had driven her husband into the arms of another woman. Some said she was more or less the home wrecker as the man had been with this other woman first and Toke had seduced him into marrying her (I didn’t even know that was possible; I’m going to have to take notes from Toke on how to seduce a man into marrying you). But as it is with everything social media these days, the story quickly died d...
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BEHIND THE MASK...BY IFEOLUWA KALEJAIYE

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Posted on  February 9   by  theuglytruth4real    I was once invited for a costume party…It was Halloween  themed.I dressed as Marylin  Monroe.And  believe me when I tell u that my dressing was incredibly conservative in comparison to most of the other costumes…Alot of people came with different masks that made it impossible to tell their identities,and it became something short of a guess  game.You  pick a person,stare at them long enough with their masks and costumes,in the hopes that you can eventually identify who they really  are.Some  masks weren’t so hard to deduce but some,we stared at for lengthy periods of time and still couldn’t identify until they took their masks  off.The intresting part was the shock on our faces when a person took off their  mask.For instance,a calm,gentle introvert friend of ours,had on a very loud obnoxious mask that was seemingly very out of character.I was puzzled enough t...
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22 AND COUNTING… BY IFEOLUWA KALEJAIYE Posted on  April 30   by  theuglytruth4real Today is my birthday…Yup that’s right!HBD to me:mrgreen: .Hello people,my name is Ifeoluwa Kalejaiye… (among other names..lol )Sometime on the 30th day of April,22 years ago,a  queen was born.#selflove Oh and by the way,I’ve been told it was a Friday. *sighs* 22 years and it seems like eternity.I  can only imagine What I’d be saying when I’m 80 years old..Writing this letter and publishing it is my birthday gift to my self.However,I’m also hoping that it  would in any way possible,help as many as can relate.. Dear Me,       22 years ago,God created,in the wonderful coven that is called Heaven,one of yet and up until date,His finest and most wonderful masterpiece.  It  was one of the finest moments both in heaven and earth. Earth was overjoyed at this presence  and although Heaven mourned her loss,there was still an abundance of ...
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IN THE END;A NEW BEGINNING BY IFEOLUWA KALEJAIYE Posted on  June 28   by  theuglytruth4real Growing up as a child in Nigeria,when it starts to rain, kids impulsively run out 2 d rain,ready 2 strip naked and play.  The parents or should I say adults on the other hand,would have umbrellas out,trying to gather all things that shouldn’t be under the rain whilst also endeavouring to make sure the kids go back into the  house.Aint nobody got time to be treating cold for d next couple of days. Umbrellas have always been significant when it comes to rain and let me say that they have been just as significant in Nigeria when it comes to  governance.Not  because it rains cats and dogs in the government houses(it sometimes does ), but because for the past 16 years (mostly for as long as we’ve been democratic), Nigeria as a country has been ruled by a political party whose emblem is the  umbrella.The  People’s Democratic Party; PDP as they are co...
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ORDINARY PEOPLE LIKE YOU; CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME……………..BY IFEOLUWA KALEJAIYE

One of the most popular sayings in the world is ‘Charity begins at home’. The next thing u will wonder is why the saying. Before I go further, let me establish that I am a Nigerian from the Western part of the country and if you have any insight whatsoever into the western culture, you’d know that we are not unfamiliar with these so called sayings/adages. Hence, but for time, I could give you a thousand and one, all relating to one point. The point being that charity begins at home, therefore, you cannot give what you don’t have. As a Nigerian, in a country with moral decadence and idiosyncrasies (of course these are not limited to Nigeria alone, but I should only state that of which I have proof). I have often wondered about our leaders. Political leaders I mean. Taking a walk down memory lane to as far back as I can remember, Nigeria has never had ‘good’ leaders. I’m not talking about perfect leaders. Just good ones. You know those ones that don’t ‘steal’ money, that fix the roads...
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