“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 …
I laugh anytime I hear people say fat is just a word, and not an insult. I laugh in orobo. This post is prompted by something I read few weeks ago on weight and being fat in Nigeria. Now, fat is not necessarily a bad word, but it also is. Why? Because of what the …
The heat embraces us immediately we exit the bus. We cross the road while my mum and aunty speak rapidly about how busy the market will be. The first thing I notice is how the UBA building stands out as a landmark in the market. We don’t make it past before we’re assaulted by a …