I want to live life happy and happiness is the chiming of coins or the smell of crispy notes. Happiness is having whole body parts where...
As a young person, there is nothing as stressful as having parents who burden you with their emotional stress. While some truly believe that it is...
This year, I encourage you to hold on to your humanity; never let it go. Fill your heart with so much love that it lights up...
Sometimes, I feel these children are being forced to grow so fast – at a pace higher than what their level of maturity can handle. I...
She is She. The virtuous woman, swaying her waist, beads clanking and clinking, dancing about her as she moves. She carries herself with poise, a dimpled...
A long time ago, I was having one of my many discussions with my sister. We talked about a range of topics and we got talking about...
I have always lived with animals. When I was little, we had turkeys and rabbits running about our home. One little turkey was allowed in the...
This is one of the days I am propelled to write; days that I think back, nostalgia tickling my heart. My sister turns 30 today and...
This is 5:39a.m, and I am swimming in thoughts. I have listened to Adekunle Gold‘s Ire over hundred times, but my earphone are plugged in again....
One major problem I can say has affected Nigerian teens and youth is the plague of low self-esteem that sticks tirelessly to the hems of our...
I am right under the green moon staring blankly at you. I am on the plantain trees where you told me witches meet in the wee...
I saw this under the sun. Papa is in his late 90s, stooped and grovelled. Papa has flaming white hair, scattered around the roundness of his...
When you were a little kid, you had dreams; dreams, big dreams. You wanted to be a pop star that comes on the stage amidst hollas,...
Ah music! Melody – sweet sweet melody. It is with teary eyes that I write this. I am lying on my bed, cuddling myself. My knees...
This is 11:11am. This is what I’m thinking. I am thinking of you Ifeyinwa. I am seeing your long slender legs dangling beneath the translucent water,...
These songs make me sad. They are the tears from mama Caro, when she had her seventh child – a female. Again. They are songs of...
I go to the back of the house, I enter into the small hut and sit on the floor. The rain is falling hard and the...
You are a spirit dancing free, fire running through. You are moulded breath-dust in form of man. You are that streak of orange cloud, adding colour...
These are the things I wanted to tell you Kelechi, before you became thick black smoke and journeyed with the wind. First, let me start by...
Dear Kokumo, I hope this letter meets you well. So this is your month huh? Remind me again how old you will be in few days,...
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