Author: Lola Shoneyin
FIRST PUBLISHED: 2010
PUBLISHER: Cassava Republic Press.
I’m tired of the silence. This silence that has killed Nigeria. This silence that MAY ruin us.
It is this silence that makes my mother go to work every morning even though she hasn’t been paid her salary since February. It is this silence that makes the people of Osun State go to work even though they are still being owed one year salary. What about the silence that has ruined the people of Akure, to think they have not been paid since October and yet they still go to work! Continue reading “CONSPIRACY OF SILENCE : I STAND WITH MOTE!”
My people? How was your Saturday?
I spent the better half of my Saturday morning walking to support the IREDE FOUNDATION! My legs hurt terribly now but it was worth it. Continue reading “Out On A Limb Walk – THE IREDE FOUNDATION”
Start and there would be no stopping you – Chimdinma Adriel Onwukwe
For YEARS, I have lived with this FEAR : YOU CAN NEVER BE AS GOOD AS THEY ARE.
I remember telling my mum that I don’t want to practice law. She was so upset with me. So upset that I became the topic of her morning prayers. I would constantly hear her say :
Continue reading “MOOT AND MOCK – PART 1”
Let’s do this guys! Let’s tell stories! Let’s take pictures…. EVERYONE HAS A STORY!
PEOPLE OF IBADAN is an initiative inspired by the passion to tell the stories of people in Ibadan through street photography, creative writing and arts. Everyone has a story to tell and a lesson to share, irrespective of age, gender or ethnicity.
Continue reading “PEOPLE OF IBADAN”
When you sell a man a book, you don’t sell just twelve ounces of paper and ink and glue. You sell him a whole new life. Love and friendship and humour and ships at sea by night – There’s all heaven and earth in a book, a real book. – Christopher Morley.
Continue reading “PEOPLE OF IBADAN: D-GADGE BOOKSHOP”
Anyone who sees beauty and does not look at it will soon be poor. – Yoruba Proverb.
Last week, few of my course mates and I were walking to a class at the Faculty of Arts when we saw something that left us gasping for breath. I saw it first actually. The faculty of Arts had been transformed. The ugly flowers had been replaced with beautiful sculptures and beautiful yellow seats. Too much beauty in just one place. We had to pause and take random pictures. I cajoled them. Mini Photo-shoot.
I love this picture.
Aside the fact that I look damn PRETTY AND CUTE, it reminds of how far I’ve come in my truppr journey. What started “halz a jolking stuffz” has turned into a full blown passion.
I remember my first truppr Run. One crazy 5km RUN, it was scary.
I never saw it necessary to do any fitness thing, I was literally pushed into it. After each run, I realized that I was always happier, I always feel all the “ADRIELNALINE” screaming at my senses and touching them at the same time.
I love the way my heart beats faster.
The rush of “ADRIELNALINE ” in my veins.
The way I breathe.
The way I pant so hard.
I love the heat that emanates from my body during the cold mornings.
The continuous gasping for breath.
The feeling of exhilaration when I meet my mark.
A bitter-sweet experience.
I dread it but I always look forward to it.
Recently, I graduated from the Saturday morning Truppr run to running/Jogging on my own every morning, especially when I don’t have early morning classes. I take long walks. The beauty of waking up every morning and taking long walks and runs can’t be over emphasized. It gives me some alone time to think and clear my head.
I work out. I do sit-ups, squats, crunches and what have you???!!!
Recently I read something where Muhammad Ali said “I don’t count my sit-ups. I only start counting when it starts hurting. When I feel pain, that’s when I start counting, because that’s when it really counts.”
I started doing this and I must say “irris not ealzy.”
Being committed to this has also made me committed and dedicated in all other areas of my life. It has taught me DISCIPLINE.
I strive daily to be a better person.
And there are times when the temptation comes, like when I’m tempted to TAKE A BOTTLE OF COKE and sometimes I fall into this trap. But, Hey, I’m not where I used to be.
Anyways, these are some of my Truppr Pictures and just in case you are reading this and you are in IBADAN, OYO STATE, NIGERIA, feel free to stop by.
How I became a fitness junkie, I DO NOT KNOW!!!
This post is dedicated to my dear friend PAUL ALASIRI, who just realized I was secretly in love with him – thanks to the weird Facebook app. Paul is also head of Truppr Run UI. This guy does 10km run like it’s nothing.
And this post is also dedicated to my dearest roommate and friend who takes it upon herself to record my work-out sessions. I have no idea why.
You never know how far you can go until you try. This also applies to every other area of your life. Keep trying. Never give up!
If you want to, you will find the time. If you don’t want to, you will find an excuse. JUST DO IT.
Find a Motivation. Stay Fit. Stay Healthy.
Remember, Excuses do not burn calories.
P/S : I’m interested in YOGA too. If you are reading this and you know some great sites for beginners, please feel free to drop a comment.