Last Weeks Offering: 50 Shades of Afam: Bottom like a Watermelon As we leave the building I'm struck by the sight of an audi R8 on the back of an AA van. Having an R8 in Lagos is ludicrous! Furthermore her school is somewhere between Lekki and Aja, the road that leads to it would be a first class...

Before I begin, I feel like I should apologize for splitting the features on the koko concert. You see it is one thing to skewer the villains and charlatans that organised the damned thing and it is another to comment on the performances. I didn't want the undoubtedly shitty circumstances to poison...

Ah! Gah!  I need to exorcise some demons. Bear with me. I don't like to do this. The blog is supposed to be a happy place, a place of laughter, joy and other such gleeful things. However there is a villain. Yes, there is a dastardly charlatan that has forced me to deviate from my usually lilting...

Yo! What's up? I write this while using my favourite facility in my house, the toilet. It happens to be a rather nice toilet, with wooden seats and everything. My Universities naked calendar has been released and the picture is now online. This means that I can now post it here for you all to see. As...

Part I: http://theramblingsofamadman-afam.blogspot.com/2012/12/the-drb-lasgidi-adventure-sort-of-part.html **** Part II When I left you I was held fast in my seat by DJ Pizzle's beats, damn him! If not for him I would have made it home in time for Captain Reginald's supper. Captain Reginald...

 Last Weeks Offering: 50 Shades of Afam: The Intro I look at Kasali with a little bit of a smirk, and shrug. It pleases me to see him completely subdued. She holds her office door open and motions for me to come in. As I make my way towards the open door I could feel her eyes on me. It isn't uncomfortable...

On Thursday night the first ever DRB concert was held and I Afam was present, front and center. Well... not exactly front and center. To have been front and center I would have needed fifteen thousand naira (£60) for a VIP ticket. Normally I would have bitten the bullet but the opportunity cost...

As I write this I am exactly 34,000 feet in the air and I am an hour and thirty six minutes away from Lagos. Yes, my good friends and not so good friends I am on yet another flight to Lagos. Are you not all my friends? Even if you think me an enemy you're still a friend because before you had made...

Just the other day while trawling through my twitter live feed as you do I saw quite the disturbing tweet: "a disease worse than cancer and most of us have got it..." I was very concerned. Was this some next age murderous virus that had managed to infect the majority of the world's population without...

*** It is an interview for the Student Newspaper and I am late. It isn't my fault that I am late, I blame the interviewees secretary for not taking Black Man's Time into consideration. He should have told me that I was expected for 6am that way I would have been in for 9am.  Who is this mysterious...

I just finished the 50 Shades trilogy. At first I was scared that because her books were the last I'd read in a while my writing style would be reduced to fingers that are impossibly long and touches that linger for what would generally be considered an unhealthy period of time. Most people complained...

By now, we're all familiar with the story. Two Radio presenters, yes, those two good looking people below... made a prank call to the indubitably private King James VII hospital (The hospital that Kate, the Duchess of Cambridge was being treated in), during which they pretended to be the Queen and...

I'm not done, au contraire I've scarcely begun. I don't know why but inserting French into English sentences seems to uplift the quality of the sentences. Phrases like raison d'etre and tet a tet do wonders for my literary palate. You might be thinking that this is related to the matter at hand but...

Just the other day I was hanging out on facebook. Yes, this is a thing. I have come to the conclusion that facebook is like a massive market, no, Village Square that people go to for their daily doses of inter-personal contact (does that apply here? who cares?). Yes where was I? It is so difficult...

I didn't drink much before I was 17. I was only ever allowed a glass of Champagne and a sip of Guinness from my grandmothers glass. Drinking then struck me as unnecessary and drinking to excess, hedonistic. I had my first beer when I was 17. It was my first social at Cheltenham. I remember it clearly....

The beginnings are always the trickiest. You'd never guess how difficult it is to begin a ramble. I know it sounds like it should be the easiest thing in the world but it is monumentally difficult. Well you know me. I love my words. A difficulty isn't a difficulty if it isn't insurmountable, monumental...