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,...
The first time my father’s patience was put to test was when fulani herdsmen raided our village. They had hitherto come often with their cattle marching...
Some time back, if you had asked about my thoughts concerning sex work, especially when it comes to morality, I’d have said I didn’t care much...
Children are their own people with thoughts and behaviours that are independent of parental training and upbringing...
Some days ago, someone asked how long it would take for people to notice if I accidentally slump in a shower. I took some time to...
My friends share their wins and woes with me, and I listen. And every time they do, I see the precariousness of the decisions we make....
I have seen videos of racism online, where white people tell Black people, particularly Africans, “go back to your country, go back to where you came...
Buchi Emecheta is one of Nigeria’s most celebrated writers. She was the author of more than 15 books including The Joys of Motherhood, Second Class Citizen,...
Once, my friends and I gathered together to have some fun and as we glided from one topic to another, one of them blurted out, “let...
Dear readers, We must avow that this year has been quite noteworthy, especially for storytellers, creators and creatives in Nigeria, and Africa entirely. There have been...
To reduce these conversations to just the food or dismiss them as nugatory is to be willfully ignorant and sly.
Is it that we believe reality TV shows have nothing more to offer us, or that no form of entertainment trumps conflict?
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