Dear Diary…A Thief in the Hostel …TBEE Writes #15

jotterDear dairy today I got an alert on my phone, a delightful one. Dad sent me some money and my bank alerted me. Lizzy was standing next to me when the alert came in when she saw the smile on my face she knew what that meant. She shouted, “1O% is my own share “. I replied, “as my what?”. As your love consultant and friend, she responded. We both busted out laughing. And then Lizzy said, “seriously I am broke moi friend”!. What are friends for, I thought? I asked Lizzy to accompany me to the mini market on campus and we purchased a few things some of which I shared with her. Lizzy was all smiles and it felt good. She is someone who has shared her food stuff, cooked meals and so much more with me. It was my turn to show some love too.

We planned to do a joint cooking and decided to use the common kitchen close to Lizzy’s room. Cooking in the room has been banned since a girl’s room caught fire while using her hot Plate to cook in her room. We started to make stew and prepare plain white rice for dinner. Our girls talk centered around my boyfriend DT. I shared with Lizzy my concerns about DT’s jealousy and temper tantrum. She in her wisdom advised me to be careful and with a few words said, “Love is not by force o”! The stew was ready so while the rice boils we decided to go to Lizzy’s room and come back to check the food. pot-of-stew

In the room, our gist moved to Peter our class governor. I can’t remember which of us asked the question but it all landed on the question of who Peter’s girlfriend was. Lizzy said he was always around so many girls which made it difficult to pin him to any particular girl who might have his attention. We giggled and laughed as we tried to list the girls whom we think Peter might have eyes for. Ask me again o, “What was our business in the boys love life matter?”. Then Lizzy mentioned that Peter might not have time for girl issue yet. I asked why and she said that he seemed like the churchy type. I laughed and told Lizzy that even church guys have eyes for beautiful ladies. We laughed and giggled some more. All the while our rice was getting burnt.

Our gist was interrupted by a loud voice outside Lizzy’s room. “Who is cooking burnt offering rice o?. We both rushed out and ran to the common kitchen, too late our rice was thoroughly burnt. As if that was not enough we looked at the corner where our pot of stew was, it was gone. It was not a funny matter. Trust Lizzy she raised her voice shouting, “Thief heee…who stole my pot of stew”! Girls came rushing to the kitchen asking questions and expressing disgust for such a behavior. Others blamed us for not been sharp (meaning leaving our pot of soup). Now how were we going to find the one thief in a hostel which houses more than a hundred girls?

It was really upsetting for Lizzy and I as we had to settle for bread and sardine for dinner. If I catch that thief hen?! Remind me never to leave my food at the general kitchen ever again.

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Dear Diary…Drama at Our School Cafeteria… TBEE Writes #14

Adebisi Adetunji(C)

People and Places that have made my Week Memorable

It has been a great week learning, writing, translating and working very hard with ARDA (African Radio Drama Association) in developing stories for the NURHI season 2 radio drama.
I’d love to share a few photos with you…

Writers at the NURHI season 2 radio drama workshop.
Khadijat(NURHI) , me & Caroline (facilitator)
Writers in the car on the way to take breakfast & bags packed to leave
Driving through Victoria Island
Sights in Victoria Island, Lagos.
The Civic Center, Victoria Island Lagos


Working on stories
Our team of mock newscasters at the workshop… Tokunbo & Priscilla (ARDA)
Group work & presentations
Topic Brain Storming session

Have a fabulous week end!!! 😀😀😀

Adebisi Adetunji (C)



Tips for Everyday Living – Prioritizing Your Dreams by Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

I find this very Inspiring: Your dream is worth your attention and time. Don’t make things happen for others only; make it happen in your life. Learn to say No, so you can use your time well.

Have fun listening

Jacqueline is a wordsmith whose style of writing is very creative and down to earth. Take a trip to her blog page A “cooking pot twisted tales” and see what I mean.

Adebisi Adetunji(C)

If You Were a Multimillionaire or Million Dollar Rich What Would You Do?

workshop-ardaAt a Radio Drama Design Workshop Facilitated by The Nigeria Urban Reproductive Health Initiative (NURHI) and African Radio Drama Association(ARDA) while getting to know one another this exercise came up.

If You were a Multimillionaire rich you would….

So many interesting thoughts on what people would do with their Million Naira/Dollar. My thoughts went racing as I was blank at first.

Then I sincerely said to myself what would I really do...sometimes you don’t know what you would do until the money drops. And the person sitting by me said you have to know now before it arrives.

Someone said she would cry….

Interesting Answers Below that I would like to share with you:

* Give people back their face – Meaning people who need facial surgery because of previous scars
* Food Shelter for the Poor
* A big factory to employ many people and travel to many places.
* Save lives
* Travel around the world to assist people impoverished and set up a Foundation
* Exotic Holidays
* Help the voiceless
* Free Health Care for All
* Set up a football Academy for young upcoming talents in Nigeria
* Chill out and not do anything for 10years. Then engage in motivation speaking not necessarily for a fee.
* Travel the world with my mom – This one got all the men in the hall protesting.
* Send my daughter to a better school – Why just your daughter someone asked. Because I don’t have a son the man said.
* Change companies and make them work better.

So what would you do with your Multi-million dollar or Naira?

What I would Do: Travel Around the Globe/Start a Foundation that will cater for less privileged women, girls, and children.

This music rocks…Take a listen

Adebisi Adetunji (C)

Dear Diary…Drama at Our School Cafeteria …TBEE Writes #14

jotterMy day started out in an upbeat mode, rushing through one lecture hall to another. I could not wait to take my breakfast because to be late for Professor’s class was serious academic suicide. Attendance takes 30% of our total score in Psychology 205, one of my major courses. To top it all up he fixed his lecture for 6.30am. Share Wickedness in my “student mind” opinion.

At 6.15am I was already sited in class waiting for the almighty Professor. Those who missed his class or came late landed in double trouble. First it will be a minus score in their attendance and secondly, Professor decided to give us a one-page answer test. We will get one question and write a one-page narrative answer. Anything beyond the first one page will be canceled. Phew… I don’t envy my course mates who missed the test. With Professor there is no mercy.

Anyway, things were going smoothly until during our break time at the bukateria area of the school. All kinds of shops lined up this place, some selling snacks and soft drinks and some selling cooked food. Since I didn’t have time to take my breakfast I was really hungry and not in the mood for any meat-pie, doughnut or any snack for that matter. In the company of some of my friends including the class governor Peter, we choose Iya Saratu’s Buka. Only at her buka will you getAbula on Campus. She served hot Amala, gbegiri and ewedu. We all sat down and enjoyed our lunch. Although the semester was already “pregnant”, meaning we were all kind of broke at the time but Iya Saratu’s food was cheap. With N150 OR N200, one will get a good meal.

Naija Cuisine

As usual, Peter treated us to some jokes and in between swallowing our Amala we chuckled. I had to speak out that it was bad manners speaking while eating and Lizzy responded that this was not an etiquette class. While these words were still on her lips her facial expression changed and her eyes moved in the direction behind my back. It was a signal that someone I know just walked into the bukateria.

I turned and it was DT, my boyfriend. I smiled, happy to see him.  I beckoned to him to join us. Anyway, he walked towards our way and said a nice hello to everyone on the table and I did a short introduction of everyone. When I mentioned the name of Peter, DT cut me and said, “Oh so this is Peter, I have wanted to meet you in person”. “Really, I have become a superstar”, Peter responded. If only he knew why DT, wanted to meet him. I kicked myself in the head hoping and praying that DT will not make a scene. It will be so embarrassing but I guess the others at the table made him control his reaction. So instead of making a fuss, he responded with “I have heard so much about you”. Lizzy chips in, “Peter is our darling, caring and hard working class governor”. Chai… does this girl want to add fuel to an already kindling fire? The laughter of others on the table covered up for any uncomfortable words DT might have intended to say.

DT, declined the offer to sit with us at the table saying that he only came by to buy a few bottles of soft drink. I knew that was a lie but its ok by me. I mean I wouldn’t want him staring at me from a corner table right at the bukatatria. Hmmm, see me see trouble. You know I had planned on warning Peter about my boyfriend’s jealousy but seriously I changed my mind. It is embarrassing to have to do that, it is not like the poor boy asked me out or something. As for the other night, Peter only called to remind me of a group discussion we had planned with some other course mates.

DT called to see me later in the evening but thankfully he didn’t mention anything about Peter. I hope this silence will last. All in all, today was a good day. Goodnight dear diary.

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Dear Diary…Dad, Me & DT’s Jealousy…TBEE Writes #13


Buka/Bukataria: Local restauarant that serves local foods of a community

Abula: Yam flour solid paste served with two soups (Gbegiri & Ewedu) in a plate.

Gbegiri: Beans soup

Ewedu: A vegetable soup peculiar to the Yorubas in Southwest Nigeria.

If you want the recipee for Abula and how to prepare this delicious meal visit Naija Cuisine.

Adebisi Adetunji (C)

Step out – Don’t be Afraid to make that Move

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Move out
Don’t let fear hold you back
Don’t let the unknown hold you back

Things may not be perfect but step out

If you don’t like where you are, take small steps
But step out
Try something new
Start pursuing that dream you once had

Do not be afraid to step out
It will be alright
It will be okay

Stepping out moves you from where you are to somewhere new.
Stepping out helps you to discover new potentials.
Stepping out gets you out of your frustration.

If you don’t like where you are step out.

Adebisi Adetunji (C)

How to improve and grow viewings of your social media posts


Be willing to step on and admire other people’s carpet as you spread your Carpet for others to step on.

The social media is here to stay and we all use it to make friends, socialize, share happy moments and not too happy ones. And this one I like it is a life saver in terms of reminding us about our friends and loved ones birthday.

Businesses, organizations and individuals  promote their goods and services online. Here is the deal…
You want other people to click and like your post then you have to become interested in what others do.

I am still learning to share, use my skills and promoting what I do on social media platforms. But some thing I have learnt is don’t be a wall on your page or wall. Go ahead and get interested in what others are doing. Read their posts, comment and like it.

As you reach out others will reach out to you. What good is that “goods and services or skill” you are promoting if nobody clicks to take a look at what you have to say.

Don’t have an attitude of I have got a message that everyone needs and expect that People should naturally take a look.

Tips to get your Social Media posts noticed

* Pay attention to your title
* Learn more about the correct use of the language you write in
* Those who at least like your post, follow them, get interested in what they do too.

*Reach out to new people, organizations or businesses by reading their post, commenting and introduce yourself nicely too.
* Look for avenues to promote your post on other platforms not in a rude way. I mean don’t go posting sales of cars on the comment space of a daily devotional page simply because the traffic is high. I see this all the time it simply turns people off.
* Be authentic; be you
* Find and carve your own niche
* Write about what comes to you naturally.
* Be original; be yourself
* Slowly but surely you will grow and expand your sphere of customer base.

Even Celebraties and great brands get out there to promote and reach out to would be clients so go out and socialize

Adebisi Adetunji(C) 


Dear Diary…Dad, Me & DT’s Jealousy …TBEE Writes #13

jotterI finally had to go home for a sleep over to see dad. I was already home waiting before dad came home from work. Mom said I should stay in my room and allow dad to finish taking his dinner then I would come out to meet with him, hopefully by then he will be in a good mood.

Immediately dad finished eating and I heard him laughing about something, I showed up in the living room and knelt down right beside him where he sat on the couch. “What is she doing here?” dad said in a raised voice. Mom pleaded on my behalf that he gives me a chance to explain myself. She added that she had already scolded me seriously and that I was now sober. Hmmm…leave that angle to me.

I had never seen dad become so angry with me like this. In my mind, I believed that he felt really disappointed in me for not holding onto the virtues of been a decent girl that we were taught at home. I can’t remember all that I said but it amounted to “I am sorry sir”. “I did not forget how you raised me, sir”. I just wanted to have some harmless fun. By the time I was through, I was in tears.
Finally, dad looked at me in the eye and said, “Dear daughter I only want what is best for you”. Fun is good but if you are in the wrong company you will get into serious trouble. He then asked if I had been going to church in school. I said I had been going but did not add that it was a once in a while trip. Dad looked at me and I knew that he knew that I was lying. He took a deep breath and reminded me that he and mom worked so hard to give us the best and it was up to me to face what I was in school for. He gave me a stern warning that it should not repeat itself and that he was going to show up on my campus unannounced every now and then. I was relieved that at least for the moment he had softened up. My dad does love me but I have to be careful and I don’t want to do anything that will embarrass them again.

The next day I was back in school again after raiding the house packing all kinds of food stuff that I needed. DT, showed up at my hostel and asked where I was last night. You see I did not inform him that I will be going home to see my parents, my way of dealing with him for not believing me when I said there was nothing between me and Peter. I did not want him to make a scene outside my hostel room door so I allowed him in.

As soon as I closed the door I faced DT and said, “If you cannot trust me enough then there is no point in this relationship”. His chest moved up and down as he took quick heavy breaths. After staring at each other for about a minute or so I finally said, “I went home to see dad”. A look of relief fell on DT‘s face. “How did it go?” he asked. “Fine” I answered curtly. He knew that I was upset with him, I mean after all it was our party escapade that got me into trouble with my dad in the first place. Hun…what we do for love sometimes, I thought to myself. And here was the object of my love always having one temper tantrum or jealously over suspicious.

DT took two quick steps and held me in an embrace but I didn’t hug him back. He won’t give up as he held me even closer, finally, I had to give in. We laughed and talked. Somewhere in between our chat over a bottle of drink and chin-chin, my phone rang. I looked at the caller’s number to know who was calling, It was a call I did not want to pick.

Guess who was calling? Peter! How would I be able to pick his call just when DT and I had only managed to settle our jealous brawl? I squeezed my face and wondered why Peter was calling me again. DT read my reaction and asked who it was that was calling. I said flatly…Peter. Hmmm…”What does he want?”, in an angry tone was DT’s response. I was not ready for another argument. DT, don’t give me stress; I don’t know why he is calling? He is my class governor by the way. All these and more words came rolling out of my mouth. DT, only had this to say, “Tell him to stay away from you or else…!” What did DT mean by that statement? I honestly hope this will not result in to a fight. I would hate to have that happen because of me.

Finally, DT left and as I lay down to sleep, I am reminded to warn Peter…I don’t want any trouble o. Dear Diary my life is getting more complicated…Maybe I should ….? Well I will have to figure out how to untangle myself.

Adebisi Adetunji (C)

Networking + Share Your Blog

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