Incandescent with rage. That's what I would normally have been on hearing Yoshiro Mori's stupid thoughts jump out of his mouth. Instead, I hardly blinked and skipped blithely on to the next news item. Scary in itself, because such a thing failing to upset me usually means I've lost interest in the topic altogether…

A recent social media chat

Examined sexism

In the workplace

Everyone in high spirits

Reliving and exchanging

A ton of personal stories

Some hilarious

Others horrifying

Each worthy of their own

SNL sketch.

I'm told

There was a time that

Speaking Yoruba

Or any of our

'Native tongues'

Was a tad unfashionable;

Along with the

Honourable names

Bestowed upon us

To reflect

Our worth.

Just to be clear

We are all called

To lives

Of service

Albeit

Not necessarily

In the public eye.

There were some pretty odd predictions about what to expect in the 21st century, one or two of which I was eagerly anticipating.

Houses dusted automatically...erm, yes please!

Just three sets of clothing (which is where the "or" comes in)…I'm still undecided.

Less coffee...perhaps not so much. I'm a work in progress though, so who knows?!

When a friend told me she had been circumcised as a child, I was quite shocked. She must have seen my eyes widen, and anticipating the inevitable questions, said,

"But it doesn't really make a difference one way or the other."

Which threw me. Because I hadn't had any. I was merely going to mutter a few platitudes and quickly move on from the horror of it…