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Love and Everything in Between
You are beautiful. Nkechi held my hair tight in two buns. My bum was on the floor as her hands wove through my thick hair while she inspected my face. I could see a glint of approval in her eyes like she had made lemons out of the lemonade that was synonymous with my...
January Don Finish!
It’s almost the end of January, and I am just getting to write my first Happy New Year to you. Better late than never, right? I think that word is a bad cop-out, but let it slide for today. ???? Before I tell you what’s on my mind for 2023, I will share a summary of...
Another Has Fallen
Last night, I couldn’t sleep My mind drew a picture of you My belly rumbles as I seat on the sofa you always seat and the doorbell rings I stand, sit and rise again Please Lord, no soldiers today It’s been a year of waiting Through winter nights...
Stand
Sometimes scared Sometimes full of faith This too shall pass, I hear I must learn to persevere So unsure Striving to stay alive Hoping I’ll survive Stand. The waves splash along My terror screams “Lord! Open my eyes, guide my life's lines Stand. I...
The Bullet
"A gun, a uniform, and a powerful man," I sing to myself as I look in the mirror and wear my army uniform every morning. The uniform endorses my power. The taunting shouts of my childhood, "You can be no good," are gone. Am I not one of the best currently? I worked...
Save Yourself
"Save yourself first." I read those words for the first time in 2015. I was in my early 20s when I realised I was going downhill. I had no money and was responsible for meeting everyone else's financial needs: mum, brother, groceries, and the house. Earlier that...
A Lagos Day
The sound of a siren rings in my head. With my body dripping in sweat, I turn, adjusting my eyes to the normal darkness of my room. I reach under my pillow for my watch and torchlight, my eyes bulging out of their sockets. 6 am ke?! I overslept. I rush to the...
Children’s Day in 2000
My childhood memories are filled with stories of my ‘mothers.’ Every weekday around 4:00 p.m., we drove to Mummy Taiwo's, my mother's twin, office and waited for her to leave work. As my brother and I walked into her gigantic office building, ICON, we were welcomed...