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A poetic exposition on grace.

Could this be science? 

Unmerited favour,

Unfathomable distinctions,

Could it be explained with a thermometer

Or perhaps a barometer? 

Could it be measurable?

God’s immense wealth,

Out of his store house,

He gives,

Abundance that you can’t explain,

Could it be weighed?

Could it be tested? 

Such kindness unwarranted,

Not caring if you’re tainted,

He loves you,


Could it be defined? 

Some call it divine arrangement,

Others qualify it accordingly,

I call it Grace,

Unexplainable, unweighable, indefinable.



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Isn’t it funny how you probably can’t stand beans but you would jump on the first Moin Moin wrap you see?

Any fellow beanlievers, say ayy! 

Well, provided it’s the right one.

There are few other things I believe in. 

Besides God, love, family, myself and John Legend, of course. But I sure know and believe that Moin Moin is only ever two things; good or bad. No in betweens.

It’s either you love it or you don’t!

It’s either it’s lit or a mess.

A hit or a miss.

No in betweens.

I’ve had too many misses. 

So, I tend to avoid it all together.

Now, I’m not a connoisseur on beans and it’s produce, products and by-products. Notwithstanding the fact that I enjoy and can make a mean Gbegiri stew, I think. But I can’t even stand Ewa Ayogin

Hi. I live in Lagos. I can’t stand Ewa Agoyin. No, I’m not abnormal. No, I wasn’t dropped on the head as a baby. No, not even with extra ‘oyel‘.

Yes, I said it. Ewa Agoyin is just not my specs. And yes, I said specs.

Give me Akara instead! 

Fresh, hot, steaming oil bean cakes, fried crisp to it’s utmost destruction. 

But it’s a good type of destruction, if you know what I mean. 

Growing up, there were two types of Akara. The ‘normal’ soft ones, with no crunch whatsoever and tiny. So tiny, it finished and you wonder how that happened. Then, the other one.

Little ol’ me, I couldn’t stand it. Those palm-oil bean cakes with the little peppers, red and green and absolutely not my favourite. Mum never made them, even though I bet she knew how. We bought them from our trusted customer, every Tuesday and we took them with homemade Ogi. I loved the crunch but couldn’t stand the heat. You couldn’t even beat that heat, not even if you pulled out all the mini peppers.

It was torture and perfection at the same time. 

I haven’t touched that type of Akara in years. Now, it’s that torture and perfection I desperately seek.

Beans and Maize. What a maze! Lol. It’s a horrible rhyme, I know. My infamous Adalu story happened in Ss2, also known as Grade 11, Year 5, whatever. I had never made it in my life but it was my exam and I wanted to impress the ‘convalescent’ who in real life was just two scary teachers anyway! My mashed potatoes and poached egg was an absolute flop so this was my one chance.

Oh and impress, I did. With my hard corn and beans that took forever to cook. Complaints flying left and right. Tears threatening and a lot of pressure. 

The teachers would watch your every move and taste your every move.

The end result was however, worth it but bye, Adalu. Till we meet again.


Beans, love it or hate it. 

I should have probably titled this piece that but what I couldn’t decide was which was more cliché. 


So unpredictable, could be absolutely pain-ish today, comfort food tomorrow.

Too many variations and so much diversity. 

Reminds me of a place I know, Nig… Can I get help with that?

But the great thing is, like our dear country, Nigeria, there’s really something for everyone. 

Written By Titilope Adedokun

Published By Great Opara


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At that moment,I don’t care if you’re a friend,

An enemy or just in my way.

At that point,

Your name doesn’t matter,

Your job doesn’t either.
It usually begins softly,

Some teasing and name calling,

Maybe if it’s a great day,

Some accusations will flow.

If not, 

It continues.
I’ll say something wrong,

And you’ll say something worse,

It flows,

The banter,

Up until the point when we can never go back.
I’ll see red and talk smut,

You’ll egg me on and,

I’ll be charmed,

The name calling and the jest,

Secrets outed and dirty laundry,

Stripped down to the last.
Like a moth to flames,

I’ll be enchanted,

I’ll never let it go.

Not until the fire consumes me.
My name is Vera and I’m an angry person

Titilope Adedokun


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You’re amazing. 
I hope you know that.

Our world is so weird, you know. It’s funny how we are continuously rebuked for being set apart. Somehow, we are the weird ones. Somehow, we don’t fit in. 

Well, I don’t know about you but I’ve never wanted to fit in. Standing out is more daring! Think about it. To be the one whose values still stand in the face of mediocrity. The one who keeps promises, the one to whom the little things matter the most. Some people call it weird, I call it insightfulness and intellectual separateness, in a good way.

It’s amazing how people get so much flack for not being a certain way, or doing certain things. Think about it, you’ve probably hated on a girl because of her weird fashion choice or a boy because he stuck out like a sore thumb. You’ve made fun of people because they don’t do things the regular way. We all have but the question remains, why should we even be regular? 

I find it intellectually daunting that people care so much about what others are doing, in their lives. One time, I overheard people talking about someone, complaining about what she did, in her own life and I wondered, why does someone’s actions that do not affect you in any way, why does it bother you so much? Why is his thinking odd because he does things a certain different way to come about one result? 

My darling different, yes you are different. Yes, you are weird, odd or some other adjective they’ve come up with again. They never run out of these things! Yes, maybe you’re too ‘deep’ and stand out like neon in a field of neutrals! Or you’re just carefree, happy as a breeze! 
It doesn’t matter, as long as you’re doing you. Be different because you want to, because that’s what you are. You’re amazing just the way you are. Maybe they don’t understand it, at least not yet. But don’t let it change you. 
Keep being different.
Spread your wings and fly!
Even if your wings are made of gold, not feathers.


Written By Titilope Adedokun


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Hidden Figures
2016 Movie

Historical, Scientific 
Taraji P. Henson, Janelle Monaé, Octavia Spencer, Kristen Dunst…

Even before the movie came out, I had watched it, in my head. It didn’t help that it took donkey years to come to Nigerian cinemas. Finally, I watched it last week. 
Based on true life events, I’d like to think of Hidden Figures of a sort of coming of age story. Don’t get me wrong, no one was shedding puberty but America was shedding racism, segregation and the incredulous words that call, ‘Women should be seen – not heard‘. Now, these three were women, they were negros and they could actually do math and more. It was a real growing up of America to see that the colour of your skin doesn’t mean you are not as good as the other person or even better.

My reviews are super informal, as I always say. I literally am going to list out five reasons you should see Hidden Figures and my work here is done.
1. It’s not your regular black people movie. 
Yes, it is set in that age and time where the white people thought we, we being blacks, African American were beneath them but it wasn’t a cliché, I promise. There was so much substance to it that made it beautiful. It told the story, such that would reflect the real point of the story, those three strong women and pacesetters.

2. The acting was beautiful and the chemistry was everything.
As I was watching, I felt like I was part of it all. So many people see acting as a job, I mean, it is. But, I’m telling you, there’s a difference between seeing something as a mere job and it being your life, a lifestyle. The chemistry was incredible, mindblowing actually. I loved that Taraji P Henson’s character gave us an upgrade from Cookie Lyon to straight nerd! And oh yes, she executed it brilliantly. I always say that a good movie would invoke so much emotion or camaderie, at least in you. At a point, it seems like you’re one of them.

3. The fact that it was based on true events.
This is just the bomb! Actually, Caroline Johnson nee Goble and possibly others are still alive! Whaat. I want to meet her and the rest because they are living legends, honestly. Living legends! They were the first or are actually the first of their kinds. The movie was a true and fitting tribute. 

4. If anything, watch it for the beautiful dresses from the ’60s and the setting.
*Coughs!* If you aren’t, you should be following NASA on snapchat. I kind of like aeronautics and yes, I was following them before Hidden Figures began in the cinemas. Almost 12 months of followership!
But one thing, I noticed was that the setting, being NASA looks everything like the real NASA, though obviously, it’s now upgraded. I know right! I was watching snaps and I was like wait oo. The dresses and make-up was everything. Janelle Monae looked absolutely divine, most especially. Love, love, love the costumes!

5. It’s simply inspirational. 
As I watched, I turned to my friend and told her, ‘You can be anything you want to be‘. Why? Because it’s true. Right now, the words might not be much seeing that we now live in a slightly better world from that time but it’s simply incredible. Being the first of their kinds! The first black female engineer in a time where being black, I would have had to use separate bathrooms, buses, even freaking coffee jugs! Being recognised for hardwork where and when being a woman in a man’s world was crazy enough, to top it off, being black! 

It was a phenomenal watch.

Rating – A

Review By Titilope Adedokun


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Few weeks ago, I saw a horrifying, vile and absolutely disgusting video on Instagram. In it, uniformed military men were flogging someone for wearing camouflage. That’s not new, right? 

He was disabled. On the floor. Using one of those floor crutches, the ones that look like low-key skate boards.
And they beat him, black, blue, red and yellow. They beat him like he stole. They dragged him, every disabled inch of him. They flogged him with belts and whips. They didn’t stop for a good minute or so.
He was disabled.
In the middle of a market.
Obviously less privileged.
Definitely wearing the camouflage out of necessity, not want.
They didn’t care.

It beats me how those who swore to protect the integrity of our nation don’t even have integrity. I’ve never understood the camouflage drama and I never will. If you do, please explain it to me. Maybe, it would start to actually make sense. 
Perhaps, fighting off terrorists have made them terrorists themselves. Its probably a thing that after being in the jungle for so long, some animalistic tendencies suffice. But, what do I really know? 

You know, I saw a really crap picture of them, in the aftermath. The soldiers and the victim, now in a wheel chair. They were smiling and I laughed. I laughed till my sides hurt. I was happy for him, I mean I am. But what happens to the other victims who get beaten to a pulp every day, just because of camouflage? Those who have no videos to fight for them and social media influencers to raise alarm? The ones who don’t trend on Instagram? What happens to them? 

Use the comment button. What’s your take on this? What are your camouflage stories? 

Written By Titilope Adedokun

Published By Great Opara

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Posted by on March 7, 2017 in Opinion


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Chicken Soup For Country Soul
Disclaimer – This is not a cook book!

You know, just like every other teenage soul, I had no interest in books like Chicken Soup For The Soul. Trust me.
However, two years ago, I got about eight classics, at the same time; Zig Ziglar, Jack Canfield, Myles Monroe, Napoleon Hill and others. My journey started.
My relationship with Chicken Soup For The Soul, however, started in 2016, long after I read Jack Canfield’s ‘How To Get From Where You Are To Where You Want To Be’. Jack is blunt and that’s a good thing. I got a spin off of Chicken Soup For The Soul, it’s anniversary edition containing stories from literally all the Chicken Soup books and I couldn’t wait to read more.
This week, I read Chicken Soup For The Country Soul and its a must-read for everyone.
My reviews are a bit informal but enjoy!.
Chicken Soup For The Country Soul.
Chicken Soup For The Soul Books.
Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Rom Camacho.
Inspirational/Motivational Book.

CSFTCS is a collection of short stories revolving around the American country music industry, Nashville; it’s stars; their fans and life, in general. Now, these stories may be centred about country music but it’s more than that. It’s life, in a closer look.
There are stories on Love and Kindness, On Family, The Power of Faith, Living The Dream, Overcoming Obstacles and Hardships and The Power of A Song.
Some stories made me reflect, some made me cry, others made me want to never stop dreaming and some made me belly-out with laughter.
The book is divided into six sections, with each having a number of stories. On Love And Kindness contained stories of giving, impacting kindness and love. On Family contained stories of a father’s love, the power of family, the love of a wife, loss and so on. The Power Of Faith was that section that taught me to keep on believing! Living The Dream contained stories of struggle, trying to make it in the music business and in life, dreaming big and never giving up. Overcoming Obstacles and Hardships was the reminder that tough times never last but tough people do! The Power Of A Song was the perfect never-ending end to stories that are more than stories. It was the reality that songs should be more than songs. Music should heal, should have a message and it can, it already has!
It’s amazing that some of these stories are true stories. Some, fiction but not any less mind-blowing.
As my friend, Rafiat once said, ‘So many words’. But, now, these are so many words of impact, imprinting impact.
You know, reading about all these stars in the papers, watching them on Tv, they look so high up there. In a way, reading this book, reading their stories, by them and by others deeply humanises them, at least for me. Dolly Parton wrote ‘I Will Always Love You’. I sincerely never knew until I read this. I’ve always known Whitney Houston for the song. In her story, she describes her encounter with a fan whose life was changed by the song. The Power Of A Song.
Stories like Teddy Bear, The Frog Finally Got Its Wings, God bless the U.S.A, A Special Gift will never leave me.
I can say for a fact that I have learnt so much. From reading a book, yes. It’s funny how some things just really get to you.
I think I started getting the whole inspiration vibe, from the Acknowledgment segment of the book.
(Yes, I actually read The Preface)
The words the authors wrote.
That’s all I have to say.

One of my favourite things about the book is the little quotes above each story. Here’s my favourite one!
Your talent is God’s gift to you. How you use it is your gift to God.
– Country Saying.

Chicken Soup For The Country Soul is an excellent read, with great content and great writing. Each story, distinct, yet has a connective bond with the next. It’s refreshing. It was written in 1998, almost twenty years ago. Yet, reading it in 2017, it still works! It’s a timeless piece.
I highly recommend the other Chicken Soup For The Soul books as well as ‘How To Get From Where You Are To Where You Want To Be’ by Jack Canfield.
You’ll love them!

Rating – A

Review by Titilope Adedokun

Published by Great Opara


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