I have a schedule, I rarely keep to it but I do have one. Per that schedule, I am supposed to write a response to the Commissioner of women affairs who thinks women are to blame for domestic violence. You see, dirty thoughts like that live in the minds of political appointees and I am… Read More THESE DELICATE GROUNDS MUST BE WALKED UPON.
Are you dead yet? Are your hands by your side, is your neck angled down? Are you lowered into that six-inch box? Have you submitted to the loss of consciousness? Is your soul drowning, is your spirit floating yet? In this jungle, there’s no life support, Just your mother standing over your body waiting to… Read More ARE YOU DEAD YET?
Disclaimer: This is a weak ass love story. Lafiaji On a rainy Lagos morning, conductors shouting, passengers moaning Amidst the ruckus and slight pandemonium my mind wandered over to you. The easy way words rolled over your tongue, the juicy stories of Lagos Island you told in the morning. Lafiaji to Sura, Lewis Street to… Read More LAFIAJI
The second Sunday during lent is mothering Sunday and its generally mothers day in some part of the world, the UK and Nigeria inclusive. Don’t worry our American friends we’ll celebrate with you come May 10. So, I was going to just do a post commemorating the day but my artistic side took over. I… Read More Mothers Day Poetry or whatever you want to call it!
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