Photos From The 3rd FLOGA AGM/National Reunion, Abuja

The Federal Langtang Old Girls Association, FLOGA, had it’s 3rd National Reunion and AGM at the Grand Cubana Hotel, Abuja, over the weekend.

The event began with a walk for the girl child. I mean, we are girls so it makes sense right? Hehehe

Kate Pam, Jane Omife, Bunmi Bankole, Maryanne Ejete Floga Reunion #

The walk was to show support and garner awareness for victims of Domestic Violence and Child rape. To think that such acts of evil are still perpetrated is just tragic.

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From the days of Boarding School & Dance Groups

Social Night – One Of The Things I Miss About Secondary School 

I remember, with excitement and gusto, how we looked forward to social nights and all the dancing that went on. Believe it or not, some raunchy stuff went down as well. Those were the days of ‘How Do I‘ by Shania twain and all the Westlife songs that really mattered to pubescent girls like us at the time.

Boarding school was so fun for me so it brightened my day when one afternoon, I remembered some special things…  Continue reading

Project Inspire: Passing It Forward & The Joys Of Being A ‘Flogite’

Anywhere I speak or write about myself, one fact has to be included; I graduated from Federal Government Girls College Langtang or FGGC Langtang (for short) aka Fego Land.


This simple piece of my history makes up a lot of who I am today. The person I’ve become is directly or indirectly hinged on this 6-year period of my life spent within my local government (lucky me) and the 2 corners of FGGC Langtang (two corners because we never got to see where the school ended). Hehehe 😄
Today, we are getting stronger. How? You may ask. I’ll tell you.
1. We have a website, that’s no small feat. It is
2. We have become a registered association. Yippee!
3.We have a network. A mailing list, Facebook page(s) and zonal meetings so information is passed quite efficiently and in good time. Only those living under rocks don’t hear breaking news.
These and much more make us stand out and shine like the ‘bright stars of Langtang North’ which we are. 😁
The purpose of this post is to publicize our upcoming event, Project Inspire.


And to also implore those concerned to participate in this epic event.
You may be thinking you can’t make it in person, that’s fine.

There are two ways to participate without necessarily being there.
First, you can donate for the project.

Help make the work easily achievable by donating a minimum of #2,000.00 (Two Thousand Naira Only) to

Please send an sms to 08034865490 once payment is made and provide your details – Name, email and year of graduation.

Second way is, you can also send in a video of yourself with whatever words you have for the young ones.
Co-Inspirator Videos: What you need to know

* The video does not need to be professionally shot but it needs to be done using a good quality camera so that the video is clear and audible.
* Try and make a video that is no longer than 5minutes and with size no larger than 500MB
Once your video is done, upload here
* Once upload is done, do send an sms to 08034865490 with your details – Name, email and year of graduation.

Voila! Your video will be beamed to the over 1,000 fresh-faced and puberty stricken young girls eager for some words of wisdom.

I’m really passionate about this so this is just one way of ensuring we get it right and as many people get to make history this year 2016.
Happy New Year

Beauty In The Eye Of The Beholder…


A scene from 'Son Of a Chief'

I walked into the Open-Air theatre, University of Jos, and I felt at home. There were two stages at opposite ends lengthwise, but one was much bigger than the other. The smaller one was against the back wall way into the theatre while the big one was at the first half and the rows of concrete seating nestled in between the two stages.
There were people in leotards dancing, singing, rehearsing scenes from plays… It was all so exciting to little me. A place to really get into the things I loved to do… It was a dream come true. Unknown to me, this dream was to be short-lived.


Drummers Rehearsing for 'Drum Ensemble'

I went through the university wishing I was someplace else. I kept thinking there had been a mistake somewhere. I’d made a mistake being here. The department of Theatre and Communications was so full of sh*t… These were my thoughts for almost three years until something happened to change my mind in my last semester. This was when I met Professor Illah.
Professor Illah was once the Dean of my faculty, but at this time he was just one of those senior lecturers who took final-year students from time to time. He loves cars and drove an Audi A8 then, in 2011. His method of teaching was by taking our opinions and ideas and linking ig with what he wanted us to know. In his eyes, everyone was right. He taught Dramatic Literature and Criticism which explored the elements of Drama and the components that made a work of Art spectacular. Elements that made it beautiful and the one way he described beauty was thus;

“Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder And The Reason For Beholding”

The second half of this quote made the scales fall from my eyes and I had an Epiphany (I love this word). I suddenly realized why I was where I was. I began to appreciate the years I’d spent in the school and told myself that even if I hadn’t learnt anything, this was worth all the time and energy.
The saying makes you understand that beauty is in everything and what may be perceived as ugly to one person is beautiful to someone else. 🙂 This makes you appreciate and see the beauty in everything.
Through his classes we explored why certain businesses are more successful than others, why cartoon characters have huge eyes, why people love drumsticks over chicken legs or why some people like curvy ladies. Essentially, the appeal in a work of art of any creation is trying to find out what makes it attractive, what makes it beautiful. With this knowledge, life is easier and one can go through life being more appreciative of everything around us.
Professor Illah became my favourite university lecturer and whenever I can, I share this theory to help others be more appreciative as it has helped me.
Apply this simple theory and life can only get more beautiful.

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When you hear the word ‘propaganda’ what is the first thing that comes to mind? For me I was like “WTF?” lol. The first time my ears had the pleasure of hearing the word was a while ago, when I was still a young lass of about 12 or 13. I was in junior secondary when part of a newspaper publication circulated round school. It was just a page long. When I was able to feast my eager eyes on it, the gist I got was something about a company being owned by someone who’d sold his soul to the Devil. Yikes!!! Most of it was just gibberish, but the older students at the time who had seen other parts of the photocopy gave us the ‘current’ (this refers to any new and exciting info that not everyone is privy to).
Apparently, the company that produced Pringles and Always sanitary towel wasn’t a real company. Someone had discovered that the address that they used was an empty field in the middle of nowhere, but the most intriguing part was in regards to the sanitary towels. The publication highlighted that there was something sinister about them. Trust F. G. G. C. Langtang girls now, we went into investigative mode. Girls got out their Always sanitary pads and (I don’t know who brought up the idea) soaked them with water, then tore off the netted layer to reveal that the water  had crystallized. Kky. This seemed to convice them that the publication had to be true. Some were crying and wondering what the use of this particular pad would cause, some were proud of themselves for exposing the ‘evil’ plot and others were relieved that they used other brands. There was pandemonium everywhere.
To be honest, I was sceptical, but not particularly bothered cos I had not experienced that rite of passage to womanhood just yet.
Anyway, when I told someone the story at home the person told me it was propaganda. The Free Online Dictionary defines it as “Information or ideas methodically spread to promote or injure a cause, movement, nation, etc.” And in this case it was to injure. I didn’t completely grasp the meaning of the word at the time until several years later, but anytime I come across it, I always flashback to that time in secondary school and the meaning has stuck ever since.