The ugly truth

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...

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 ...

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...

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...

LOL…! If you are one of those who opened this article merely because of the title, I am rotflmao at you. Okay, calm down. Don’t go yet. You will enjoy this. According to my English teacher in high school, to begin an article like this, I must first of all define sex. But being in the century I am, it is quite and absolutely unnecessary. I am willing to bet a lot of money (my life savings even) on the fact that anyone who can read can define what sex is. Anyway, this isn’t an article *tongue out*. It’s a true life story. A story of a young lady I was opportuned to meet a few days back in New Kigo Extension, Kaduna. This is her story, and this is how she started: “My name is Didi; I am 21, quite beautiful if I dare say so myself and I like sex but…” Sorry to cut the story there. I am just trying to practice my element of suspense in storytelling. Back to the story. “I like sex but that is not something you go about saying especially if you are not married. Of course judging from what ...

If there is one thing that has always intrigued me, its history. What exactly about it I find so fascinating, I am not actually sure. Maybe it’s the fact that taking an in depth and close perusal at the source and course of history, man has been inundated by myths that just won’t go away. And of course, if you have met me, then you will know that I am quite mystical and I dedicate a lot of thought to the metaphysical concepts of séance and the sorts. Some of these myths implanted by the gods and others man made. While some have gone away completely, some subsist, not looking like they will give way anytime soon, while some actually look like (deceptively or otherwise), they would be replaced by some other form. Maybe it is these aforementioned nuances that intrigue me about history or maybe it is just the simple idea in my head that history is responsible for the chain of events I have experienced in my not so lengthy days of living. I am inclined to lean towards the latter and let ...