Yussif Ahmed Ibn Yussif

I can make you sleep at my place but you would have to leave very early in the morning, she said over the phone. That is how I was able to complete my tertiary education. Today, I say thank you to you, Khadija. You gave me accommodation, fed me and even paid part of my fees for me. I can’t write about everything you have done for me. Thank you so much. You have inspired in so many ways. Our relationship has been rocky over the past few months due to my own somewhat intermitent nonsensical traits. But I really hope that we get through it and come back to what we used to be. I love you, girl. I love you and you know I do. Ruth, you are part of the process that has got me where I am today. We became close through Khadija. And since then, just like Khadija, you have been a tremendous blessing to my life. Thank you so much for your goodness. You have fed me, clothed me, sheltered me and paid my fees. You and Khadija, together helped me complete my education. And even today, you both co

Close my zip for me, she said. You ladies arouse men and when they harass or cajole you and have sex with you, you later complain. “we are the preys but we provoke the predators to devour us,” an elderly woman shouted. In about half a minute, I didn’t know whether to close the zip for her or to decline same. With a smiling but confused face, I just closed it quietly. Until this moment, I had never considered sleeping with a lady solely by cajoling her without her actual consent. I don’t know how preying on a woman would be enjoyable to any man. Sure, you will have your happy ending but is that the only enjoyable element in sex? Even your happy ending will be rushed because of the circumstances surrounding same. My female friend who is also a nurse once told me that she will need foreplay of not less than half an hour before the actual sex. In fact, she needs both her foreplay and actual thrusting to last not less two hours. I have been in the same room with some of the most beautif

My community even without the moon is now as bright in the evening as when the sun is shining red hot. There is one reason for that; the 2019 District Assembly elections are coming up on December 17, just a few days away. Over the past few years, both petty and major crimes have happened in my community due to reasons that could have been prevented. Cars have been robbed and people have been kidnaped due to the absence of street lights. Just imagine! The absence of street lights has cost human lives.  But, in the last few days, my community is shining bright like a diamond. Street lights sparkling every nook and cranny of the community. Minor roads have partially been constructed left for the rains to erode it again after the elections. Our thumbs are really precious, aren’t they? Oh yes! We have seen it all before, time and again. Ordinary citizens are the centre of attention during electioneering period and sadly, relegated to the background once voting is over. The rhetoric is

There are three kinds of people on this earth; those who are suffering from constipation, those suffering from a running stomach and those who can shit freely. If you’ve ever suffered from either constipation or a running stomach, you know there is a big difference between the two. Constipation puts you through some strange mental stress and loneliness that is peculiar to it. As for running stomach, well, you may feel some pain but the faeces pass without you having to shout ‘push’ at yourself as though you are a pregnant woman and your own gynaecologist at the same time. I have not written for a while now and when some of my ardent readers ask me why, I just tell them I am too busy with other stuff. And sure it is true that I am busy but I could still write. In fact, I do write but it is not political commentary. I don’t follow the news as I used to partly because I am busy but also because even I have grown weary of hearing the same news all the time.  ‘The budget is so