All about life and the relationship between people and things
I confess to having a weakness for moral ambiguity. The (consensual) corruption of innocence.
I am an African but… series has been one of the most fulfilling endeavors to elicit authentic tales, perspectives and insights from all who call Africa home.
What??? They either peg the best-friendship or stay farrrrr away from each other, periodt! I can’t speak English, abeg.
And why is everywhere so dark? Shouldn’t there be a bit of daylight by now? …She felt something grab her ankles and yank!
Is it not the ridiculous prices of books that had made our forefathers and mothers, I dare add, not to embrace reading as a culture?
Do not think I won’t tell my sisters that marriage is not an achievement
Who was the first person you talked to about sex? I bet it wasn’t your parents.
I don’t like to call myself lazy, I am just selective in the kind of tasks I liked to execute.
Africans should stop the headache of bickering about languages… I just cannot seem to get a hang
There are seconds, minutes, hours and then, there’s African Time.
I watched in horror as our peaceful protest turned into a Black Tuesday… I was afraid we may have lost this battle to the government.
One of my chores as an officer’s daughter was to sit down, straighten out the N20 notes, arrange them neatly and count.
I want my wedding to be the most glamorous, outrageous and ostentatious wedding my guests will ever attend.
My sister enrolled me in a catering school before I killed her with my badly cooked foods.