Way Too Entitled

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


Hotel Nigeria

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


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

Soja come. Soja go.

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.

Celebrating Nappy Hair

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.

Goodbye Baby

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.


Nnenna, Your father says you’re upset I missed your 18th. You see, these things you do make me laugh, but maybe someday you’ll understand why I work as hard as I do and why I have to go to Africa most of the time. My father did not attend any of my birthdays and that’s putting it nicely, because I didn’t have any birthdays at all, growing up. Now, you kids grow up with birthdays at the park or house parties with friends – I even heard your father let you do this one at the club. Wawu! My child, you have certainly outdone your mother.