The world as we know it functions smoothly or otherwise as a result of processes. There is the process for water to leave the earth only to return as precipitation. There the process for fields to yield crops (even if this has recently seen modifications). There’s the process for a child to become an adult. There is the process for your heart to send blood round your body. Some of these processes differ in details depending on the end product of the process. And every process, intricate, complex or simple births a change. As time and seasons change, humans adapt. Daily activities that once consumed chunks of our time, now aided by technology are significantly faster and seamless to achieve. I align with the thoughts of this newly found ease and swiftness affecting our patience and endurance levels. Source At times,we grow impatient-- over little and big things alike-- forgetting that there is a process to things. Forgetting that humans just like crops, yield at differ...

It is goes without saying (but, I’d still say) that the rains have begun and they are pouring in torrents. Over the past month, we have experienced lasting downpours that sometimes stretch on for days with little breaks between. These recent peaks in rainfall have once again resulted in floods in some parts of Lagos. I’m a fan of the rainy season. Aside the few inconveniences, I find it pleasurable for most parts (especially when it doesn’t end with me getting drenched). Now, the rains have been gracing the earth more regularly, inadvertently turning to floods. I find the flooding to be a recurrent event in the Lagos cityscape. Rains ought to bring calm and some clemency but, these come with a handful of inconveniences for most residents of Lagos. Read also:  Rains and me Photo credit The recent rains in Lagos have seen homes transform to baths as seen in ancient Rome. They have seen roads become extensions of the ocean that borders the mega-city. Vehicles are now amphib...

   For the longest time, the year 2020 evoked a magical feeling in most, when thought of as some year in the future. Here we are now, living in that future and I’m certain many don’t deem is as a magical year (in the good light, at least).Truly, the year has been a lot, even as we are barely past the first half, with each month come along with its own dose of problems; like a series of books with different themes. Even as the seeming worst of the worst have transpired in the course of the past few months: from Kobe’s death, the pandemic and its effects, the injustices and civil protests, to the looming global recession and canceled sports leagues mid-season and major events slated for the year without foreknowledge of how sharp a turn 2020 was going to take. Regardless, the year has certainly been good to some.    In the beginning of the year, before our lifestyles were rudely altered, I’m sure most made plans and projections for the year. From use of vision ...

Needless to say, I have had more time on my hands of recent (no thanks to schools being shut till further notice cos of COVID). This has inadvertently led to me reading more than I normally would. At this point in my undying love for books, I’m consciously exploring a wider range of genres. And I find it worth mentioning that I have been making a conscious effort looking out for other Nigerian authors aside the well-known names. Normally, I wait days—if not weeks—to decide if I intend to review a book. As you might suspect, not every book makes it to the blog for a variety of reasons including the aforementioned. For this book though, I found myself making mental notes for a review as I read. I eventually penned this review barely two days after completion (talk about making an impression). OVERVIEW Source I do not come to you by chance by Adaobi ‘Tricia Nwaubani is set some time in the early 2000s. My lack of sufficient political history makes it difficult to pinpoint the ...