I have been writing for as long as I can remember… maybe I started sometime around my 6th year… on earth😊 or thereabout because I remember vividly how I’ll use my spare 2A, B or D notes to write stories that well, I’d say had no ‘head nor tail’.

I’m not sure now but I think that used to get my mum upset somehow. I mean, you buy notebooks for your child to use in school but they in the stead use them for stories… Infact, the manner in which I used them must be what infuriated her more. I’m Melancholic and because perfectionism is our greatest strength and most critical weakness, I’d drop a notebook I’d used for a story – even if it was just 3 pages of it – and pick a new one for another story – and use just a few pages of that one too – and pick a new one for another story… or even the same story when I felt the notebook was ‘too rough’.

So, I wrote every and any story. Village setting, city girl, school children, family, anything that ‘formed’ in my head. I kept at this and grew to spending my money – when I began to get the stipends for snacks in Secondary school… and the ones I stole (Yes, I’m that bad daughter who stole money from her parents. I’m happy for those of you who didn’t) – on buying notebooks and pens to write my stories with.

They were always stories. Always. Well, maybe a few poems but, almost always stories.

Why am I telling you all of these?

Just wait.

I started a blog sometime in 2012. My then-roommate showed me the blog of one of her friends and since I used to write alot (and was working on what I think is my best completed story so far), I felt – and I think she mentioned too – that I could start a blog too.

So, I did. I think it was called “YoursSincerelyMe” or something like that. It ended woefully not too long after that. That’s story for another day.

I started QueenOset’sBlog when sef? 2013 I think. I started it when I thought I was finally ready to let the world share in my gift. Writing.

Yup. My gift.

I’ve always considered my ability to write a gift. I believe I was equipped to be a writer. Penning words is my voice. If you know me well enough, you’ll know I’m a better writer than I am a speaker.

I started blogging, with the hopes and belief that I’ll be able to run one. Maybe my writers would find me totally awesome and I’d become a famous writer through it. 

I found out as I began to take my writing more seriously that to be an awesome writer, it takes more than being gifted. It takes practice. It takes consistency. It takes discipline. Consciously ‘polishing the gift’. It’s like having a baby. It doesn’t just grow, you have to feed it – well, if you desire that it grows. And grows well.

For a while I’ve considered ‘coming back’to my blog. But, I have been looking for the perfect post for a comeback in this drought I’ve been in. Yes, I’ve been in some sought of creative drought.

I put my blog aside to face Law School and my Bar Exams sometime last year, starting from July. I had planned on resuming after ‘recovering from law school’which was supposed to be sometime around October – ko werk.

 What happened? Well, when October came? Long story – for another day.

Like I said earlier, I’ve been looking for the perfect comeback post. 

No, I haven’t found it. This afternoon, it struck me that I will never find it.
So, instead of the perfect post – which I’m not sure I’ve never had -I was inspired to pen this. 

I don’t even know what category to put this in. So, I’ll just let you read and maybe, just maybe, this is my perfect comeback post.

Let me just say this before I leave – Writers do a lot of work. Writing is a lot of work. Yes, we hunch over our keyboards and allow our fingers fly away on the keys, hoping they’ll convey what our minds bear, downing tons of coffee and wearing same sweatpants for days. It really looks like we’re doing nothing…

… I have no words to say to you that think writing and writers are nothing. Maybe some other day. But I think for now, I’ll just pray for your soul; that God forgives you, really.

For now, again, I have to go.

P. S: I discovered I have a lot of  maybes  and reallys in this piece. I choose to not edit them😊


Throwback Thursdays! I’m Freshly Pissed!

The Phil Factor

This was wildly popular when I published it two years ago. If you didn’t see it then, it’s new to you!

This blog is dedicated to myself and all the other erstwhile bloggers who have toiled long and hard writing interesting and engaging blog posts but have nary an official award to show for it.


For my friends who visit me here from Facebook or TwitterFreshly Pressed is an honor awarded to people who aren’t as brilliant and funny as I am a blog post by the trolls people that ‘run’ WordPress like their own cool kids clique in high school. The honor of having your post Freshly Pressed means that it is part of a featured list on WordPress that is read by thousands and you get a Freshly Pressed badge that you can post in your sidebar for all eternity so you can…

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What Love Is

By Sharon Olanrewaju

I watched as you walked out on me (again) and I hated you; you wouldn’t listen to me, you never do. I remember ten years ago, I wanted to watch the cartoon station while you wanted the football station. I got angry because I knew you had never liked watching football, you only wanted to get on my nerves, wanted to feel like the big brother. I was angry and I fought back.
I changed the channel with the T.V button, you laughed and didn’t move as you changed it with the remote control. It grated on my nerves. Continue reading

Getting Queen To Write Again

Hey guys! So I got this mail yesterday and I thought to share. You can laugh along (as I did) or side the sender 😑

Dear Queen Oset’s Blog readers,

I believe I’m not the only one who has noticed that the last time Queen Oset published anything she wrote herself was Easter Sunday (or so).

I like Queen’s writing for the same reason I like Shoprite bread (even though she dissed the bread in one of her blog posts).  It’s rich, full and incredibly satisfying like jollof rice; which she claims is overrated. (Come to think of it, somebody who beefs Shoprite bread and Jollof rice has deep,  dark secrets. Queen what are you hiding?)

Although Sharon Olanrewaju and Adeyinka Shittu are doing a good job of filling the space, I’m a bit tired of Sharon’s long articles and Adeyinka’s hyper-spiritual stories.  (No hard feelings people). What I need is a Queen-story or a Queen-rant.

Can someone explain? What happened to our Queen? Is she lying in a hospital bed in vegetative state? In that case, can I have her address so I can send her flowers? (You can’t blame my imagination for wanting an explanation).

Or can the Queen herself answer us?

Yours sincerely,
Concerned and depressed and will-soon-commit-suicide-if Queen-doesnt-reply fan.

Korede Kugbiyi – Guest Writer



Attention Please!!!


Queen Oset’s Blog has a guest writer!

Yup! Yup!

I decided I was going to let him introduce himself so,  I told him to come up with a short piece about himself and the dude ended up sending me an epistle! Here’s what he wrote;

So one time I stared at myself in the mirror and for a while, I just kept looking, and I started laughing out loud ‘cos it was kinda funny actually. You should give it a try you know, seeing yourself laugh at yourself… mehn your madness is on another dimension… LOL! I’m just kidding, it’s good therapy. So as I was saying jare, I stared at the mirror and after I laughed for awhile, I had this bewildered  look on my face, almost as if I was looking at a total stranger, and that look non-verbally screamed a simple question – WHO AM I??

Hmm, big question yeah?…

Funny enough, I couldn’t answer the question very well, and if u can give a very comprehensive and explicit answer about who you TRULY are, telling me why you think and act the way you do sometimes, then I’ll like to meet with you.

Enough serious talk, lemme share with you who this brother is. For starters, I’m not Korede Bello; although we share the first name and we kinda look alike (I am finer; though to be specific, sassier (sexier)LOL!) I am very passionate about two Gs; God and Girls!! ..hehehe.. I’m just kiddin’ about the second part o, I’m a child of God. I’m also very passionate about mental health, so, yup! You are looking at a potential clinical psychologist!

People say I have a very goooooood and charming voice… Eh, I sing and glasses shatter!!! I’m the third in the line of four boys and I have a unique set of brothers mehn.

 My curiosity and knack to just understand people is a blessing and a curse; it makes me think a lot, and according to my friend, I could be very presumptuous. I am a freak of Christian Rap and a I have a deeeeeeeeep desire to know and understand God and His ways!

So that’s me o. As times goes on, you’ll get to know me better *giggles* I’ll get to know me better! *shines teeth*


Isn’t he a breath-taking view?


Korede’s writing style is very different from mine and I hope you’ll like him; I enjoy reading his stuff, they give me an access into his big head!

Welcome on board Korede!

Queen Oset

Suicide: The Law, The Cross, Your Life And The New Year

I was in my Criminology class the other day when the inspiration for this piece came to mind. My lecturer had raised the issue of suicide in relation to the law and my friend and I amongst a bunch of others, thought it is none of the Law’s business if one decided to take their life – I mean, how is it affecting the government if I decide to kill myself? Shouldn’t they be happy they have one less citizen to criticize their method of governance, one less citizen to ‘care’ for? I mean, they have no reason to be bothered – none at all… I think. Very rational thought, I think too.

So the government will sue any person who attempts to take their life and fails at it – because of course, they can’t sue someone who attempts to take their life and actually succeeds at doing so; they will be dead. Attempted suicide is a crime in The UK, New York, and our very own Nigeria. I’m not sure of the law pertaining to this in some other countries. The law cares about your life; so does the cross.

I’m a Christian, and I’m not ashamed to profess my faith. I am certain of the truth that God cares about our lives and wants us to live it to the fullest however, when one decides to take their own life and succeeds at it, they may have escaped the wrath of the law but, they’d still have to face God’s – the greatest of all wraths. Suicide is out rightly a sin. You ask me how I know? The bible might not have said “Thou shall not commit suicide” but, it did say “Thou shall not commit murder” and suicide is murder – murder of one’s self.

The government cares about your life, so does the cross, even more than the government does. Apparently, the only person that doesn’t care about their own life here is the owner of the life itself – You who wants to commit suicide. Why would you want to take your life? What for? I sort of came up with a few reasons I’ve over the time known and heard of;

  • Things aren’t working out right
  • Heartbreak/Betrayal from a loved one
  • Failure – school, career, business
  • Fear – of the past/future/unknown
  • Guilt and shame

I used to be suicidal – yes, I used to be – and I fell into the “Things aren’t working out right/fear of the unknown/guilt/failure” category. I thought I couldn’t make it so I felt it better to just die and put an end to my misery; there couldn’t have been a better lie than the one that said dying is better than living.

Maybe at this point, someone is wondering what exactly I’m trying to drive at with all of my rambling; I’m getting there. I’m not going to ask that you shouldn’t kill yourself; I’m only going to ask that you take one more shot at life – it’s worth it. See, it’s even more beautiful – taking another shot – seeing that we’ve stepped out of an old year and moved into a new one so, we can just say that you’re leaving an old life behind and moving into a new one. This move might not require you to change addresses and get a face job so as to be new but, it’ll require one major thing that is really necessary if this shot is going to be worth it and that is a change of heart, a change of mind.

What needs to be fixed, basically, is your heart and then, we can now move on to attempting that exam one more time or that business venture or ignoring the past and bracing up to the unknown or acknowledging the fact that we were wrong at some point and made silly and stupid choices that resulted in things we aren’t so proud of but what’s done is done and we can only effect what lies ahead of us.

There are a thousand and one things that are unknown to us in our present states and if we decide to squat back in a corner because we fear what we do not know, we’d live our lives ‘receiving’ instead of ‘deciding’ – receiving what ‘life’ hands down to us (which isn’t so much) instead of deciding what we get from life. The only person that can live your life to its best is you and that is why it was given to you, you should not let anything or anyone take it away from you, how much more yourself.

Months ago, I took another shot at life together with the New Year and it’s been worth it. I haven’t had it all rosy and smooth but, I got a change of heart, a change of mind and right now, my life’s far better than it used to be. I don’t have all of the secrets but, here are a few that have helped me so far;

  • Consume voraciously, positive information/knowledge – books, movies, songs…
  • Find a suitable means of ‘letting out’ – you may need to find someone you trust to talk to and be accountable to
  • Fix your gaze on the finish line – there are goals, you have dreams, focus on those and determine to make them happen by all means (positive means of course)
  • Keep busy – read, get involved in activities that help you and make you a means of help to others – an idle mind is said to be the devil’s workshop
  • Meet people. You’d be amazed and discover that your case isn’t ‘worth dying for’ when you hear of people’s experiences and stories
  • Embrace an intimate relationship with God

You have every right and ability to live, please do. See, you don’t have to take your own life, someone already did so for you so just that you may live – and live abundantly. When the New Year comes to an end, I’m sure you’d be glad you didn’t kill yourself after all and you’d want to go one more year and another and another… Did I just give a sermon? Oh, my apologies. I just care so much about your life and I believe it can work.

Here’s wishing you bliss in all the days of this new year!

The best of your days are ahead of you!


Author’s Note: Thank you so much for being the drive in my ‘writing’ wheel through the past years; you who have always kept reading, following and dropping comments… I love and appreciate you and look forward to another year of this journey with you.

Queen Oset