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DEATH OF THE IGBO LANGUAGE (an article by Ikechukwu on the importance of the native(Igbo) language.)

After listening to the lecture given during the annual Odenigbo lecture held at Maria Assumpta Cathedral, Owerri,a lecture initiated by Most Rev A. J. V. Obinna,the catholic archbishop of Owerri Archdiocese,I couldn't help but feel ashamed for "Ndi igbo". We are at the verge of driving our language to extinction. We live in an era where it is termed ''igbotic'' to speak our language in a gathering of young adults. I begin to wonder if we are supposed to be ''yorubatic'' or ''hausatic'',or is it ''englishtic''. This is where I admire our Hausa and Yoruba brothers and sisters. It is rare to find them speaking any language other than theirs to themselves. An Ada-Igbo wrote about her NYSC experience, "when I went for my National Youth Service,there were 9 yoruba ladies and 3 Igbos. These yoruba ladies were truly what we call 'babes' but they always spok…


Michael, I love you and my heart skips a beat whenever you hold my hands.." Michael cut me off with a kiss, I'm not talking the regular sloppy kisses most of you get. This Kiss made my knees literally weak and as I was about falling, he caught me, his hands firmly around my waist and he deepened the kiss until I sighed and his chest heaved but our lips never parted.. A sharp smell brought me back to my room, to the lice infested foam Azuka and I shared. The smell became almost unbearable and I had to hold my breathe as I turned to the right. You see, I always face the left whenever I'm sleeping _I guess it's just natural. I'm guessing you should have realized also how tough it'd be for me sleeping facing the right. I relaxed my breathe and tried forcing myself back to my Majid Michael romantic dream. I forced my eyes shut and tried to focus on the dream but all I could see was black_ very thick black,the blackest kind of black with small starry and thread like…


I checked my phone for the fifth time in less than two
      minutes for a reply from Dennis on bbm, still, Nothing, it
      was still marked "D". This was becoming annoying, really, he
      knew he owed me money and I wanted my money back. "Ah ah,
      which kin nonsense come be this one now?" I said, not even
      angry at the sight of the rat that ran pass to the other
      corner of my room as I sat on my 8 spring mattress thinking. I wasn't even angry that PHCN had denied
      our street of electricity for weeks in a row. No, I was angry
      that Dennis owed me and knowing who he was, it would take
      awhile before he paid me back. But I didn't care anymore,
      yesterday was 25th December and I was not feeling the season.
      I ate the leftover beans from Tuesday with the little Ijebu
      garri I had left  for lunch yesterday and that was very
      annoying, for Christs' sake I should have gone out to Ozone


Yeah,so today got some of us caught up with loads of stuffs to do, from last minute shopping to kitchen work etc, while, well others were just Err totally not interested in the seasons' hustle(for our brothers and sisters who do not celebrate Christmas and those of other religions). This season got some of us wired though and yes this was just affirmed by the bangers and fireworks I can hear from my room.
 Well we all know what's up with this season:enough "chopping", "drinking", "partying" and most especially feeling the warmth of our families plus other little Christmas traditions. A big "eyaah" to all those not at home this period to be with their families, not forgetting though that friends are also family and could be with them Wherever they are. Sides these we all know ( if you like pretend you don't), the real deal about Christmas so I won't waste any time spelling it out. 
 Word, let's all try as we're having fu…


       When I was younger, I used to play this game in my mind,
      whenever I got introduced to a person, I instantly judged them according to their name, depending on whom I knew from before bearing the same name: so for instance if I
      knew a certain Jennifer who was slutty or arrogant etc and my friend says,
      "meet my friend Jennifer.." in my mind I'd be like " hello
      slut or arrogant cow etc" before I smiled and said, "nice to meet you Jennifer"
      and etc. 
         Then I guess we could say I was immature and a silly
      kid  and also that the game went a bit (well maybe more than a bit) over the top, just this afternoon,I put this old childish habit of
      mine and the never dying habit of societal stereotyping side and side. Guess what? They fit perfectly(except for the judging according to name part though).They're practically the same thing. So most of us
      see a spoilt/disrespect…


TIR Everyone changes_ even puppies. I was away from my family puppies for a month and when I met them today eventually, to shower them with my love and play as we used to, one scratched my palm and and the other tried bitting my nose! I guess they found a new friend and I've been replaced. Lesson learnt.


TIR few months back i had realized that a pretty face doesn't
      pay the bills. You can try, literally, to make eye contact
      (even if you take out your eyeballs to focus..) on the
      landlord/lady and they'd still give you a quit notice if they
      wanted to. Err best get that bill paid on Time.


       When we were in Nursery School and we went to school
      with our colourful lunch boxes and water flasks,when we
      watched "Teletubbies", "Barney And Friends" and played with
      our new found friends and pooped in our diapers without a
      care in the world, even when we sang "twinkle twinkle little
      star" and other nursery rhymes in our Personal versions like,
      "tinkle tinkle likle Star!.."without a care in the world; i
      duobt we knew then what we were signing up for. As the years
      dragged by though and we got into Primary School and had to
      cope with more subjects, pass the end-of-the-Term-Exams, wash
      our uniforms and socks, Answer to the teachers' roll-call and
      differentiate between the different bells Rung at intervals, I
      guess we thought that was the highest and toughest the
      education and school thingy …

Welcome Reader,

Woaw! I am so happy to start this blog and share my thoughts with you. I hope that with time I’ll be able to touch your hearts with my articles and stories. I have always thought of how to reach out to the world with writing and then this blog idea came up. #Sighing# people have different ways of passing across wonderful messages to the world; some through movies, others through politics etc. but for me, It’s going to be right here. I just feel so happy_I feel like am flying on a sunny day with the blue skies_They are above me. To me, this blog has given me wings and You are like the sky_ the blue skies. Special thanks to God, my mum, my sister(dubem), Mr. Balami and You reading this_ y’all made the dream of a once 13 year old girl who sat alone one recess period and wanted to share her thoughts with the world come through in your different ways. I love you all. Voom, let’s make this happen.
Grace Okogwu.


When we’re younger, we struggle so hard to mix up and belong with the crowd, “being different” sucks then. As we grow older. though we fight harder to be “different” because we want to set ourselves apart from the crowd. Now this is not a funny issue, it’s just that all our lives what we struggle/d for was once there for free and we just pushed it aside or totally crushed it. In the end, It’s the “different” ones that win.
I’m just pointing out that before we squash a dream out, we should dream it bigger and better and even if it doesn’t work out, your’re human, you’ll definitely survive some blows. Think, think, think harder but don’t just pause to think and remain idle; work as you think, think as you work.
Nevertheless, I’m not suggesting you dream.unrealistically, try mixing up your dreams with realism. Trust me it’s rare for unrealistic dreams to come true_when I say rare err I kinda mean “never”.
Grace Okogwu.


Yeah, yeah at some point two years back “that awkward moment” became a popular catch phrase on the internet. And amongs us it was  ”That awkward moment when this and that..”


Arrrrrrrrrgh! I just felt like screaming but the
awkwardness of how I felt that day was that I couldn’t
express any feeling. I felt dead_almost like a vamp. I tried,
trust me, I did try to force some tears but when I checked
the mirror,nada! No tears. I gave up on that and when I saw
some bread lying around_I went for it.Mehn, I felt bad_
really Grace you’re eating at this sad moment mmh? Buh then I
thought to myself,maybe it was the hunger holding the tears
right? The time was almost some minutes to midnight and the
light was still switched on still, so I switched it off and