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When Black Children Are Macheted to Death: Why Are We Silent?

Imagine: babies, toddlers, entire families hacked to pieces with machetes. Not in a war zone televised by drones, but in villages in Nigeria’s so-called “Middle Belt,” Southern Kaduna, southern Plateau, and other contested zones. These are places where ethnic, religious, and land disputes intersect, where the strongest win and where the most vulnerable are slaughtered…

When Did Listening Become a Lost Art?

Take Tommy Robinson. For many, his name alone ends the conversation. And yet, dismissing every word because of who speaks it is not the same as engaging with ideas. At the Freedom March in London, the crowd wasn’t simply caricatures of the far-right. Among them were ordinary people: middle-class women, professional men, those unsettled by…

Cinema for One—A Love Letter to My Own Company

Monday night, 8:45 p.m. The foyer smells of nacho cheese and over-priced popcorn, and I’m wielding a ticket for a single seat in Row G seat 1. It has taken me forty years and three months to march into a cinema without a wingman, and my inner critic is yelling: People will think you’ve got…

“Are you away again?”

That’s not so much a question these days as my friends’ default greeting—delivered via WhatsApp, Facebook, Snapchat, or whatever new platform the kids invent between take-off and landing. And, to be fair, they’ve got a point. So far this year I’ve racked up Thailand, Las Vegas, Dublin, India, Portugal… Hold up—scrolls frantic­ally through camera roll—oh…

Happy Fathers Day

Father’s Day is, at its most delightful, a harmless coup d’état in which Dad is crowned Emperor of the Living-Room for precisely twenty-four hours. This year my coronation was stage-managed by a seven-year-old valet clutching a massage gun like a royal sceptre: cushions were plumped, tea materialised before I could so much as yawn, and—for…

Let Them Play: Why Parents Should Step Back from the Sideline

As a parent who regularly watches my son’s football matches, I’ve seen firsthand how the sideline can become a noisy battleground of misplaced advice and overzealous coaching. Parents, many of whom have likely never kicked a ball in anger, suddenly morph into self-proclaimed tactical masterminds, channeling their inner José Mourinho. While the intent might be…

Never fear a storm, learn to dance in the rain 

Life is full of unavoidable storms, and embracing vulnerability, seeking community support, and practicing mindfulness can help us navigate life’s challenges. Viewing setbacks as opportunities for growth and seeking professional help when needed are crucial. Engaging in physical activity and practicing gratitude can lead to a more fulfilling life despite the storms.

Shall we talk about Egypt…

Let’s dive into a story about Egypt that swings from laughter to lament, sprinkled with a dash of history to spice things up, shall we? Picture this: Me, embarking on a holiday odyssey, a trek that I hoped would tick off dream destinations from my bucket list. Turkey? Check, and gladly left behind. And now,…

Being There for Your Kids: A Light-Hearted Reflection

Let’s be brutally honest for a moment: a lot of the activities our children partake in are…well, less than thrilling. I can almost hear the chorus of outraged parents clamouring, “Certainly not my child!” But yes, even yours. Whether it’s enduring the annual swimming gala or sitting through yet another Christmas nativity play, let’s ask…

Breaking the Silence: Tackling Male Loneliness and Building Lasting Connections in Middle Age

Viewing this video ignited a spark of inspiration within me, setting the stage for the creation of this blog… In contemporary society, the art of forging enduring connections seems to disproportionately challenge men, leading to an escalating trend of solitude as they age. This growing epidemic of male loneliness is underscored by alarming statistics, revealing…

I am a domestic abuser..

In a society quick to judge and slow to inquire, an innocent incident has inadvertently cast me in a role I never auditioned for — that of the villain in a narrative all too familiar and disturbingly misconstrued. This tale begins not with malice or misconduct, but with an unforeseen accident involving my wife and…

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