I had the most amazing life anyone could ask for. I and my siblings come from a lineage of affluent aristocrats. We reside in a prosperous suburban neighborhood in Nigeria and had the best of everything. Life was indeed beautiful…until we let the devil in and gave him the greatest weapon with which he destroyed our perfect lives – TRUST.

My younger sister was ten years old when my Father hired Gida as the security guard for the mansion. We trusted him with securing our house, properties, and our lives. Hiring more than one security guard wasn’t really a necessity then since our estate was properly maintained and protected.

I had just finished my high school education in the most prestigious boarding schools in the country and was back home to prepare for another stage of my life, a University Education abroad – both of my elder brothers were already studying in the UK, and I was to follow suit.

On my return home I realized our previous gateman Ahmed, had resigned. Ahmed was really close to us, he was like family and has been with us for as long as I can remember – Mum told me he had gone back to the village to be with his growing family.

Nevertheless, on my return home, the new gateman Gida, welcomed me with enthusiasm and it warmed my heart towards him instantly. He had a huge smile plastered on his face while he helped with my luggages. Although he had never met me, he was genuinely excited about my arrival.

“Small Madam welcome! I hear about you long long! I happy to see you well well!” He said excitedly with a grin akin to the Joker’s plastered on his face – Men! How I hated that chary grin of his.

Gradually I began to warm up to him like my family had done. Sometimes my mother would give me or the maid some food to take to Gida – breakfast, lunch and dinner was a guarantee for our employees, my mother made sure of it.

We treated him like a part of our family, paid him more than the normal salary rate for security guards and made sure he lacked nothing – Well, I will proudly tell anyone willing to listen that my parents are one of the few good folks I know, they believe in treating everyone with love and affection, irrespective of who they are or where they come from – If only they could see me now.

Even as a young adult I saw their desire to be kind to humanity, but in their benign need to be magnanimous they ignored one of the rules of TRUST my high school class teacher always hammered on – for every fraction of trust handed out to a stranger guard the heart with which you trusted – Even Jesus learnt that the hard way he would say. Apparently, so did my parent.

During these traumatizing three months of my life, I have come to the realization that a concept as sacred as religion and belief has become a weapon of oppression, subjugation and exploitation for humans to use against themselves. These set of humans have let themselves be bullied into a destructive idea of religion – this is the reason religious extremism exist today.

The humans in these category have embraced presumptuous religious doctrines/tenets aimed at ignorant religious faithfuls. They adopt man’s ideology of religion and protect these beliefs by any means necessary.

These group of people would scream to anyone willing to listen that they do the will of their God, but I believe the devil sits at a corner whispering softly in their ears – destroy, destroy. These men then try to play God by seeking to control religious belief and practices, forgetting that the central basis that unites all religion is humanity and without humans religion would be non-existent, but then without religion morals would be foreign to man – the reason we are all not animals is because some of us actually fear a higher power.

To be continued.



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So you’re probably wondering, what the hell is a situationship and do they really exist? Yes they do. In one way or another we might have found ourself in a situationship. That akward relationship that you just can’t define what exactly you guys are. You aren’t necessarily dating or in a relationship with the person. It is a situation whereby you guys are more than friends and less than a partner in a relationship. You know that situation whereby your friends ask you what the status is with that girl or guy and you become speechless saying it’s complicated. Well you’re in a situationship.
A situationship doesn’t have a defined status, at least you guys haven’t defined it yet. You know that point where you are saying we’re just taking it slow, seeing how things goes. While some may be comfortable with this, others might…

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Hey loves, welcome to today’s post, I’d be talking about investing in yourself. The same way you can invest your money to yield profits, you can also invest in yourself to be a better version of yourself. You investing in yourself is you investing in your future. Whatever you do to invest in yourself, trust me, you’d reap the benefits.
Most  people are home especially during this Corona period and we have a lot of free time. I know not everyone wants to be at home or enjoys it but it’s for our safety so instead of you just sleeping and eating all day which I’m sure you do more than just that, you can choose to invest in yourself and your future.

There are various ways you can invest in yourself, since no one is perfect I’m sure we have one or two things we’d like to work on…

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FINDING HUMANITY – Chinny’s reality.

I stood over the unconscious bodies of my tormentors reminiscing on the times I still believed in humans, the times I wore my heart on my sleeves and love for my world and the people in it like an army; those were good times, or as they say – the good old days. Those were days I had enormous faith in humanity, and still believed the world to be a glamorous safe haven.

Even in this moment of uncertainty and a nagging presage, I still look up to the sky believing that there is hope for me…for mankind, in a world that suffers silently from ruination and man’s vices and voracious need to control everything in it – still I see colors and beauty in our world.

However, I am not blind to the fact that our precious world is inhabited by flawed beings, and some humanity have been lost in pursuit of religious beliefs, money, fame, power etc.

Even the young is not spared the brouhaha of man’s rapacity and monstrosity.

In my short years on this spinning orb, I have witnessed personally the hate in the heart of man. I have seen man ruin lives with his orientations and belief, I have seen rulers trample on the rights and privileges of their subjects – leaving them in acute desolation.

I have seen families declare war on one another over trivial issues, I have seen religious differences destroy so many lives and I have whole heartedly come to accept the phrase…

It’s a dog eat dog world

For me though it’s more of a human eat human world – literally we are all zombies looking for the next human to rip apart and tear down.

Like a sheltered pet I have realized that the same humans who once loved, adored and protected me will eat me without batting an eyelid with the changing hands of time.

Hell, humans will eat themselves if we find ourselves in an apocalypse.

Thank God I am no longer blind! Now I see the true colors of man, not our different race designations but the real stains on humans; the beautiful colors on our skin cannot be compared to the darkness in our hearts – especially in the heart of one who chooses to defend a cause or a belief.

These were the thoughts running through my mind as I stood there strapped in some foreign element, looking down at my unconscious predators who have become my prey – the tables have suddenly turned and it is a relief to know that the fate of a prey is usually determined by the predator, and this time the predator is yours truly…Chinny

My mother would always say – the world may crash and burn but it is your choice to either burn with it or fight your way to survival.

Well, my world has crashed…burned and has left me with physical, mental and emotional scars.

Not just me, but everyone around me, the burns has left our mind and bodies charred…but now we are no longer helpless preys, we have become predators to our tormentors.

My name is Chinny Nwogbe and this is how I went from prey to predator.


To be continued…