An appointment with the sunrise
I have been meaning to write this post. I have been meaning to tell you that I now have an appointment with the sunrise every morning. Now, as you might imagine, I do not make every appointment but my...
Souvenirs
Souvenirs take you down memory lane for varying reasons, to pick lessons or to find joy.
When Love was “Do or Die”
Jon Bellion takes me back to Lagos, to when I was 22 and love was do or die. It was quite the time to be alive, every love was the one and every heartbreak was the one that could...
It Isn’t Broken Yet
Now and again, I think about the time my father told me my accent had changed. We were sitting in the living room (or was it his bedroom, or the yard?). We were talking about my upcoming move. He...
Grief Chronicles (1)
It is nearly a month since we laid my father to rest - confirming the scripture that "dust we are, and to dust, we shall return". In the past few weeks, I had the grace of God to watch...
In the beginning, there was denial (1)
Where do I start? with the phone calls, text messages, or "if there is anything I can do to help let me know". Anyway, it doesn't matter where I start, all that matters is where I am. I have...
I have always suspected
It is either all black mothers are sisters or they have an annual meeting in which they discuss the manner in which to raise their young - fabulous concept if you ask me. Of course, it is scientifically more...
It was October!
It was the year 2020 and I had just returned from studying at Oxford. I was spending a few days in Lagos before heading to my parents' in Makurdi. Nigerians had had it up to their throats with the...
Before you go…
Despite traveling a lot as a child, living in a total of 5 states in and the FCT before I turned 20, newness still takes me by surprise. I know that new places have new adventures to offer but...
