Difficult is not the word. Stressful isn’t it either. In fact there is no one word, there is only a collection of words; most of them similar and none of them good. I’ll give you a few examples: stressful, disorganised, rubbish, shit, retarded, violent, chaotic, lazy, unfortunate, inappropriate, painful,...

I know! Believe me I know! Fashion week was a lifetime ago, so I shouldn't be talking about it now, but these designers need to be told yo! I've recently learned that the Nigerian first language isn't English but pidjin English, so I shan't type this one in English, I shall type it out in pidjin...

Ah my friends, my foes and my frefoes, woe is me. Yes, woe. Why is woe me and why am I woe you wonder? Well, wonder no more. I'm about to tell you. On a side note I quite like our relationship. I tell you things and you don't interrupt. You shut up until I'm finished talking. Well some of you don't...

Hi. I'm back in Lagos now. Over the next week, I'll tell the lot of you about my Edo, Paramilitary camp experience. By now you should all know where Edo State is. It's in Nigeria, and Nigeria, is quite literally the arm pit of Africa. However, you mustn't hate us for it because the arm pit is quite...

Ah shit gaddem. I'm in need of a vent. You see, last night, when I was sober chilling an insect flew into my eye. When these things happen you're meant to take a leisurely stroll to the bathroom/toilet and wash the offending creature from your soul windows but you must remember that there are no toilets...

By and large (what an odd turn of phrase that is!), the normal thing to do is to introduce yourself to people the first time you meet them. Instead of doing this when I started guest blogging, I went straight in with probably the most bizarre thing I've ever written. I then followed that up by defaming...

I (Ola) have mentioned on my blog that I have friends, and sometimes we hang out (this is how I know we are friends, and not just people I've met). We've been to a comedy club in the past, and last week we went to a pub quiz. If I may say so myself, it was a pretty cool thing to...

As I write this I'm in Okada, Edo state. I'm in a camp doing some paramilitary service as part of my year of national service. The blogging app I'm using hasn't got spell check so you'll have to make do with my typos. The internet here isn't that great either, so most of the time I can't be arsed to...

Awkwardness is one of the things that can’t ever be accurately described. For some it’s the feeling of cringe that crawls up your spine when you’re faced with a situation that you cannot handle. For example, that’s how I felt when I watched the Girl with the Dragon tattoo with my dad. I don’t mean...

Like a master baker advising an apprentice,  Afam  suggested I (Ola) review Justin Bieber’s latest musical offering. I am neither a baker nor a music writer, but I thought I’d give this a go anyway. Life is too short* for overthinking. So, without much ado or any thought, here is my review of ‘Hold...

On the 31st of October, the very very terrible day when all manner of super natural creatures come out to play with us mere mortal, I, Afam, the rambling madman, saw a Mammy water, or a mami wata, or a Mammy of the water. I generally prefer to call it a mammy water. I blogged about it here: http://www.theramblingsofamadman-afam.com/2013/10/the-time-i-met-mammy-water.html Today...

I call posts like these emergency blog posts because I literally did not see them coming. Well, I mostly never see my blogposts coming but this one is more surprising than most. Just now, and I mean just now, my mum, Mama Afam sent me an email that said this. Dear Colleagues, Please be informed that...