​Hey guys, I owe you the biggest apology for being away for so long, but I was given such a huge opportunity and I had to give it all my time and energy and it’s finally paying off (this is… Continue reading

​Josephine and Karen have been best friends for years. They attended different schools, but they met years ago at a summer camp. They became quick friends and became very close. Their families became somewhat close too, and frequently visited each… Continue reading

​We’re at my father’s funeral. People are crying, some are wailing in our sitting room. I can hear everything from here. “Olorun o! Why so soon?”,  Mummy Doyin, my father’s younger sister laments. My mom is beside herself with tears,… Continue reading

This week, I am going be posting a series of stories with the theme of domestic abuse- physical, emotional, sexual- where the victims eventually fight back.  I really put a lot of work into them and I hope you love… Continue reading

You know, when you’ve been in love with a person for a long time, and then maybe you break up or fall out for whatever reason, you stop talking for a while. And every time you do talk to them… Continue reading

Happy birthday, Olobayo Faderera J. I met Fade in my first year at the University of Ilorin. We had both been admitted to study English. There was this course, ENG 107- Theatre Workshop, that required us to perform a play… Continue reading

​After a while, love stops being a feeling and becomes a choice. You have keep choosing your Significant Other every day, every second, no matter what happens, no matter what comes your way. After a while, relationships can get boring,… Continue reading

​A couple of weeks ago, when I went to withdraw, I saw some graduands, high school graduands, to be precise, heading to the E-Phoenix Hotel, Tanke, Ilorin, for their prom/after-grad dinner(I’m not sure). They were dressed in a uniform blue… Continue reading

​This is another version of the poem “At Home“, with an alternate ending.  At home,  Her brother washed the cars, and did the weeding. He was in charge of the hard work and heavy lifting. The girls in the house… Continue reading

​The sound of her phone ringing woke her up. She picked it up and said a very sleepy hello.  “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” the voice on the other end asked.  She turned to check her bedside clock. “It’s… Continue reading

At home,  Her brother washed the cars, and did the weeding. He was in charge of the hard work and heavy lifting. The girls in the house were relegated to the background,  They did the washing, cleaning, and cooking. Mama… Continue reading

​ A couple of weeks ago, I got my Eco Styler Gel in Olive Oil (473ml). I had been having troube with my edges(4c girls can relate), and I had gotten the Olive Oil ORS Edge Control, but it wasn’t… Continue reading

–This post was inspired by, and written with help from my friend, Ifeanyi “Lizzy baby” McDubus My love is like a box of goodies which contains everything you could ever want or need. It’s pure, sincerely, loyal, honest, and complete. I’m… Continue reading

​Can I just go back to 2011? The year before it all began. The year before I let boys in; the year before all of the pain and the heartbreak. Life was smooth, easy and so enjoyable. I didn’t know… Continue reading

It’s an everyday battle with depression. Every day she has to make the choice to happy, to push her  pain, sadness and insecurity aside, but she has to admit, it is very  hard. Most times, it’s just a matter of… Continue reading