JED'S BLOG

I decided to title the piece "The battle of my exes" because I have a strong inclination I will end up being with one of them one day in the institution of holy matrimony. It's a battle because like what pertains in Nigeria movies when the prince sits and watches the village girls exhibit their dancing and other skills and then makes his choice,that's exactly what is going on here. I'm the "prince" and my exes are the "village girls", I need to be "wowed" and swept off my feet by one of them who I will walk down the aisle with. This battle promises to be very stiff,competitive and might be acrimonious at times. As the prince I'll just have a ride of my life while watching the contest unfold.Whoever wins,we will all get to know when I get to invite you to my wedding in the forseeable future for us to have another JED but this time with missus as title. She'll be the mother of my three kids (its subject to change...

My age is not very far from thirty and quite close to twenty.Millenials and Generation Z who couldn't catch a glimpse of back-in-the-day favourites like "things we do for love,inspector Bediako and journey to the west" would think I'm an onyintus(a term we used in SHS to refer to our older mates) but no, I'm closer to being called your peer than your dad. The number of my exes is half of half of a dozen plus three.This isn't a mathematics class so I would end here. My exes have thought me one thing in life.The lesson is that aside family mainly nuclear,no matter how close you're with someone it doesn't make the person indispensable  in your life;you both may go your separate ways one day and it will become normal after time. This lesson was important because in my head and heart,I couldn't do without each of my exes for the period we were together. As to how I felt after my first breakup,your guess is as good as mine.I had panic atta...

I wouldn't say my relationship with mum was that of "bread and margarine" but was straightforward albeit quite cordial and respectable. I couldn't talk to her about somethings so she always said I was secretive and often made a joke that I would be better off being in the army because of that since I would not divulge confidential and classified information I may be privy to. The thing was I could discuss a lot of stuffs with friends who didn't even have experience about the  topic but someway somehow I trusted their judgment and counsel.Fast forward I would have been way better had I spoken to her about certain stuffs but it's unfortunate we can't go back into to so I "right" my wrongs. I find solace though in the fact that it isn't like it uses to be now,I've become quite close to her. But all these changed on a faithful Sunday in June when my dad was taken to the hospital as his health deteriorated further and was admitted...