After my Long Walk yesterday, and having freshened up to have a rest, mom called me to ask that I should help kowachiate what this widely held maxim means: to err is human, to forgive, divine. Come closer let me let you in on a little secret *Whispers* I was grandpa's official secretary until his… Continue reading TO ERR IS HUMAN

Understanding The Concept of Blockchain

So early this year, I had these two friends of mine who were pretty new in cryptoverse, having experienced Bullrun 2.0. They needed someone to put them through so they could leverage this seemingly new technology that seems to be taking the world by storm. I obliged. I was, at the time, relatively new to… Continue reading Understanding The Concept of Blockchain

Sexual Predation: Of Addiction, Boobs and Asses. [27/10/2019]

According to Wikipedia, sexual predation is the act of obtaining or trying to obtain sexual contact with another person in a metaphorically "predatory" or abusive manner. With the analogy to how a predator hunts down its prey, so the sexual predator is thought to "hunt" for his or her sex partners. Sexual predation, I believe,… Continue reading Sexual Predation: Of Addiction, Boobs and Asses. [27/10/2019]


Interesting read!

Ọjadịlị’s death has always been a mystery.

Jekwu Ozoemene

Sometimes I wish that my grandmother had had the time to tell us Ojadili the great wrestler’s tragic story from the point of view of Ogbu-Ojah, his legendary flutist. For this Oti-nkpu it was who once he wetted his pursed lips, hunched his shoulders in a crouch (as ‘ndi ogbu ojah’ are won’t to do), will unleash an intoxicating melody that buoyed his master’s spirit, wakening in massive convulsive ripples the most tired, injured or atrophied muscle and sinews. It was said that even birds paused in mid-flight upon hearing this tune, several dropping right out of the sky to their utter astonishment. It was also said that it tended to rain birds (not cats and dogs), whenever Ogbu-Ojah let loose his;
Ngolo di golo di gongongo!!!
Ngolo di golo di gongongo!!!
Ngolo di golo di gongongo!!!
So it was little wonder that Ojadili soon ran out…

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Waking Up

I have two beautiful sisters, slay queens, onu gbajie guys—real head turners, both of them. So beautiful they are that Chi-chi, my friend and course mate, our nwunye gọvanọ as we call her fondly, and my life saver way back in school would ask, "Pray thee tell, dear Maazi, from whence hath thou gotten thine ugliness?"… Continue reading Waking Up

The Me You Are About To Encounter

Photocredit: Hi, guys. Erm... Let me start by introducing myself. I'm Chikezie by name. Many know me as Maazi, others as Chike. Either way, I love being referred to as Maazi. For the uninitiated, it is a way to address a man in the Igbo-speaking region of Nigeria. It is as well an honorific… Continue reading The Me You Are About To Encounter