She woke up this morning with the same question she had had over the years“Is this the morning this ailment stops?”She doesn’t even look to see because because the warmth of her blood was between her thighs, and she could smell it.12 years. What did she do to deserve this?Why didn’t Yeshua answer her prayers?Were …
The scandal that could rouse people into action did not yet exist. There would be uproar and then things would die down, as they always did Chief Sandayo Welcome to Lagos by Chibundu Onuzo. This book review is long overdue, as I’ve had it in my drafts since June, but never got round to finishing …
“Me am not playing boju boju”“We’ll play baba suwe” Ronke decided.The children of number 4 Kudirat Street reached an agreement. I wasn’t sure number 4 was indeed our yard’s number, no house here really did have numbers. Having a street name was enough. Iya Basit was setting up her things to roast corn for the …
The morning my new life would begin, I had not wanted to get up from bed. Not as an act of defiance for I was not that bold, but I stayed for the warmth my bed offered. If I had any form of defiance in me, it was seated deep in my belly and it …
A lone bike man breezes past with his cranky screeching okada. The afternoon is quiet save for the children who are belting out rhymes at the top of their voices. They probably have a teacher like mine who sneered at you or hit you if you weren’t singing loud enough. The scorching sun beat down …
Drum roll 🥁🥁 We have our first guest post today💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾. Yup, we do! I’m very excited to open up the guest author part of my blog, and we’re kicking things off with Fiyinfoluwa 👏🏾. Today’s post is on how to be twenty. ***** This, like most things in my adult life, comes without a road …