“What Are You Doing There?” The Question My Mother Asked That Changed My Life During the mass housing privatisation exercise under President Olusegun Obasanjo 's administration, one of the government officials living around Garki Area 7 in Abuja wanted to sell the house allocated to him. My mum saw it as a great opportunity and encouraged me to buy the house, but I declined because I did not have the money. A few days later, she called me again because the house was still on the market, selling for just ₦7 million at the time. She said, " Chuka , I will pay 50% of the money for you. Please buy that house." I tried to avoid the conversation, but eventually, I shamefully admitted that I could not afford my own half. A few days later, she came in person to the office where I was working at the time. This time, she was determined to make the purchase happen. "Oya, how much do you have? Bring whatever you have, and I will make up the balance so we can get the house f...
In the past week, three notable people in my church celebrated their birthdays. Announcements were made on our church platforms and in the societies they belong to, and people celebrated them massively. Now, I know some members of my church reading this may say, “But that is the culture of our small family parish. We celebrate everybody.” And that may be true. But not everyone receives this kind of recognition. As I watched the celebrations, something occurred to me. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅. 𝐎𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐚 has contributed immensely to our media activities. 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐨 is one of our music directors, and 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐯𝐢𝐞 has committed herself to forming our children through catechism. It is almost impossible to attend St Augustine Catholic Church, Benthel Villa Estate, without recognising these people and several others who serve faithfully in different capacities. And therein lies a lesson. I have seen people desire recognition because they were the first t...