I confess to having a weakness for moral ambiguity. The (consensual) corruption of innocence.
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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.
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 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.
I come from a family of bad dancers but, this was only a small comfort. I am the worst dancer of the lot…
I had a grand total of US$2. Do I want to go out with her? YES! Should I do so on a US$2 budget? Probably not. If I do decide to do it, how the hell was I going to do so with US$2?
Laycon kept chesting L after L after L. Like bruh! Leave the freaking room! She doesn’t like you!