Anita Odili Blog

Hey guys, if you are just joining the wagon, I will link below the first and second parts of the story. UNFAZED I UNFAZED II ****************************** I knew I couldn't continue to punish my self as it would only damage me, all of this wouldn't have happened if I wasn't trying to make friends that lived around. Aunty Karis and her husband were kind enough to make sure i had a proper bath and prepared bowls of food. Their home was so full of love, it was nothing compared to mine where all we did was forcefully please each other. ‘Nne, hope you are feeling better now', Aunty Karis asked. ‘Yes Aunty, thank you', I replied. ‘We are very sorry about what happened to you, boys like that shouldn't be allowed to move around freely', Uncle Ndu Said. ‘He can't go scot-free, God will surely fight for you. The system continues to fail us , sometimes I think it is a waste of time going to them. It would only traumatize you', Aunty Karis ...

Hey lovelies, Clearly this is not an update on UNFAZED ( currently working on that) as I have been busy thinking of ideas that can make me and you flourish.  In the picture above is a product that was handmade by me to help the hair grow and stay nourished, it can be used on both relaxed and natural hair (men and women). Formulated to strengthen the hair follicles reduce breakage, grow edges and soften the hair , you can't go wrong with this. To order kindly send a message/WhatsApp or call +2347088100738. Instagram :  Neethah.Naturals Facebook :  Neethah Naturals CHEBE BUTTER  So I have been doing a lot of research about chebe powder, originally from Chad and I have successfully made my own chebe butter which I'm currently testing on my hair. Until I'm super sure of it , i will then release it to the world. I always forget to take pictures so documenting my journey is a struggle for me. Regardless I will keep you guys updated. Kisses Xx P.S : if yo...

*********** At first it was hard trying to see in the dark, gradually my eyes adjusted to the darkness. As I made my way through the streets i began to wonder if the people outside knew how late it was to be so busy outside, but then again this is Lagos, a city that never sleeps. I was really tired, I found an abandoned store. The ugly stench of urine and cigarettes greeted me, the area was dimly lit. I managed to find a ‘clean' place to stay for the night, the mosquitoes were not welcoming. I should package this day and tag it broken and discomforted. Crushed, hungry and alone , crying seemed to be the only option. I cried until I fell asleep. It was very bright by the time I woke up, confused on where to go or what to do, I sat for a while. Crying wasn't going to solve my problem, I wondered what was going on at home, the thought of going back home made chills run down my spine. I was sure Going back would be the death of me. I walked with hope I would find something t...

THE BEGINNING The kerosene had finished in the stove and there was no reserve, just after mum had finished preparing breakfast. School wasn't on session and I wished I had friends to visit as I was always indoors and going out was practically a taboo in our home. “Take one thousand from my wardrobe, buy kerosene with it", Dad said, bringing me back from my very short trip to space. I hurriedly left to take the money, mischievously I thought about buying kerosene 800 instead of 1000. Somehow I managed to get away with most of my silly acts. After washing the dishes and cleaning the table, I took the kerosene keg, an old groundnut oil keg that was washed clean and converted to a kerosene keg. It was past eleven, i had to hurry so we would make lunch on time. The walk from the house to the petrol station was a short but lonely one. The road was rarely used and there was three other roads to use. ‘Give me kerosene 800' I told the attendant. A familiar face walke...