3 ways to stay healthy on a campus diet



Mini beehive here.



Life on campus as a Nigerian student is widely known and accepted to be a stressful one. From

classes to tutorials to cyber cafes and back again. Where is the time for proper health care? For

workers,schooling becomes extra hectic. Diet is one aspect of our lives that suffers

tremendously as a result of school and the result can be detrimental to our  health later in life.

Here are a few ways to stay healthy while on a campus diet.



Early morning lectures is definitely not a new thing and it prompts a lot of students to ignore

breakfast in a bid to meet up with classes,but it should not be an excuse. Breakfast is a meal

that should not be ignored and it doesn’t have to be extravagant either. A simple bowl of cereal

or pap,a cup of milk or some fruits can go a long way in kickstarting your metabolism for the


2 . Replace canned drinks with water


She’s making the right choice

This is one of the best choices you can make for yourself concerning dieting while on campus.

It may sound like a cliche to say canned drinks aren’t’t healthy enough,but its true. Water

flushes out toxins and aids digestion thereby preventing unnecessary bloating and grogginess.

This will help to keep you active throughout the day. A lot of students complain about the

expense of meals while in school,but the equivalent price of a bottle of drinks 10 sachets of

water. That is 10 times the quantity of the drink and if water is too plain,natural drinks like zobo,

kunu aya are still healthier choices and the only cost half the price. This boosts our body

system and pockets as well.


A vital area to pay attention to. Junk should be a big no at this time. A proper meal preferably

rich in fibe along with your choice of fruits would be a better choice for your body. Our body

begins to wear out with fatigue in the evening and would need proper nutrition to rebuild for the Continue reading


Citizens plight : Episode 1

I stood under the scorching

heat of the sun. It was early March and

everywhere in the country was usually hot

by this time of the year, but Gwagwalada

seemed to have taken the biggest share of

the heat. My friends often joked that

Gwags was N50 Okada to hellfire. I often

wondered how true it was, sometimes the

heat was so much that you wondered

which of the gods you offended. I

remember my first time coming from the

village. How elated I was when my Aunt

told me that I could come and live with her

in Abuja. I dreamed for days imagining the

beautiful scenery of the prestigious city

though I didn’t know much, but I pieced

the little I had seen from Nollywood. Abuja

would be as beautiful as Lagos, perhaps

better with tall buildings and numerous

cars on the street, always in a hurry. Little

did she know that their sojourn wouldn’t

excede the intro of the city.

A Day Away!


-To Ezeigwe Chioma Juliet, CEO Da Jules World.

If zeal and passion were communicable diseases, hers would infect the whole world!

-To every woman who has been abused physically, emotionally and psychologically, you’re not alone. Stay strong!







I’m standing on the balcony of our apartment watching my younger brother Dozie play with his friends from school. Our house, a 1970 green and yellow colonial was a two bedroom flat on the second floor of a three storey building owned by a Yoruba man known to everyone as PA Egede for he was a driving force for peace in our community. Mama said that was why she chose the house. The rusted brown of the roof and the worn out exteriors reminded me of UBE schools in Port Harcourt and sadly of Papa. Dozie was the only excited fellow when we moved. He always wanted to live in ‘upstairs ‘ and his exuberance on the day we moved in was quite exhilarating that it made Mama laugh so hard I thought she would cry.

Mama seldom laughed now, she didn’t seem to have the time, perhaps she doesn’t want to. Being an early riser, Balogun market welcomed her with open arms where she sold foodstuff, women’s clothing and accessories . Iyabeji, our neighbor downstairs sometimes joked and called Mama a jack of all trades,to this Mama always smiled and replied “you only live once “. Maybe Mama would come in any moment now and Iyabeji , in between measuring garri and calling the twins to order would joke with Mama again and ask her a thing or two about the day’s sale just so that I would see her smile in that manner she was with outsiders, her crease perfectly disguised.

I was drawn back by an incessant tugging at the hem of my dress. China, our youngest and my son was awake, barely a year and clueless about our reality. He was a product of Papa’s untamed libido. The toddler opened his arms to me and I couldn’t fight the tear that slipped. Mama wouldn’t come home till dark not for the love of her trade,but because she couldn’t bear to look upon her grandson fathered by her husband, ex husband.

” I’m sorry Nne” she said that night. It was the last time she cried. Bays of ice born,maybe time will heal.

The end.



It’s my birthday!

        Merry Christmas !  How’s the year ending for you? Beautiful I hope! 



Today is my birthday and I am excited to see this day.  2017 wasn’t easy all through, but it was a tremendous one for me because I have learnt alot, grown and I’m better than I  was yesterday, standing strong.



I initially wanted to do a #20thingsI’mgratefulfor post,but when I put it all together I realise that there is only one thing I’m  truly grateful for and that’s my #life. Because I have this life I can dream, I can hope,I can become better, I can grow, I can be successful,I can be happy and above all I can love.


I know that the journey might not always be smooth,but where there’s life there’s hope and where there is a will, there’s always a way.



That being said, coming up right after this is a story I ought to have posted a while ago,but didn’t due to unforeseen circumstances.  It’s my gift to you. I hope you like it

PS : It’s a very short one!









Thank you!