I have a few words for the public Healthcare system but today is not that day…. Or maybe it is. You know that no one actually cares until it hits home, right? I fell ill during the early rainy season and this was not regular cold or fever. It knocked me out pretty bad, took … Continue reading From the throes of hell
Growing up, I had a cousin that did not roll with us, being the younger ones. Why? I don’t know. She was older than us with give or take, four years, and she only talked with our older siblings closer to her in age and the rest of us, like Chris Brown said were always … Continue reading Way Too Entitled
I think Africa is pregnant for another Rwanda'94... And it will be born in Nigeria... I smell great war... “These radio men and their chatter, putting unnecessary fear in people .” I mutter to myself as I clear the dishes from yesternight, Geo left in the parlor. This is the second time he would be … Continue reading Hotel Nigeria
Hey, I’m 20, Nigerian and I deserve some accolades. First, for being Nigerian and surviving. *waits for applause* Funny how it’s 365 already and I never believed I would make it past 16. Life does come at you fast. I like to say that I am grateful for the journey and prepared to take on … Continue reading On deserving… Accolades
These exams are coming to an end and I’m beginning to see road. At the time I was penning this draft, it was 8pm, I had an exam slated for 8am the next morning and I just found out 80% of what I’ve been cramming were not contained In the lecturer’s AOC during revision class … Continue reading Doing It Wrong
Stunting according to urban dictionary is basically posing to be something you’re not, in order to impress. Synonymous with fronting and in Nigeria it can be called demo or sometimes borrow pose . If you haven’t heard the #visabae gist, then you’re late to the party, but I got you covered. So, according to all … Continue reading STUNTING OR PACKAGING : THE #VISABAE FOCUS
I Watched the back of the man walking by, my heart in trembling palpitations, silently hoping it wasn't him with those girls. First he dropped one off and picked another on his way out. Staring out of my apartment window, I hoped it wasn’t him but even I knew the fates were not in my favor that night, and I stood for the entire 30 minutes it took him to be done and leave her apartment.
Revenge they say, is a dish best served cold but then, I wouldn’t know, I like my meals spicy hot. People think I’m mean, when all I do is look out for my family. Jaleel is weak and the 13th descendants of the Dan Fodio clan are not known for weakness. The instruction was simple … Continue reading Karma
I’ve been compared to a 2year old before, in comparing hair length, so believe me I know the struggle. I love to see healthy natural hair on people, but I don’t think it’s wise to compare one natural to another, it sometimes emits the wrong vibe as it looks like one person is not doing enough but while one may have bad shrinkage or poor growth, the other might just be riding on the horse of good genes, but then we’ll never know.
We would drive out of the hospital or whatever this is, in silence. He would drop me off at Tolani’s place – she was the only person I could use to escape from the house. He would then go on to Yolanda and tell her how long his day was and how he was stuck in traffic and she would comfort him while I bled my son’s life out. I would recover in a few months, of course. I would bounce back at school, finish with my 4.0 and travel to an obscure country to hide away from Shola, posting Yolanda’s pictures on snapchat and the gram.