One night stand

“Your dress is too loose; you’re not going to sell any market if you go in there looking like Mary-Amaka”. “Ehn what am I supposed to do? My stomach isn’t flat and everyone knows that flabby doesn’t cut it”. “Wear a waist trainer”. “I don’t have a waist trainer!” “Wear my waist trainer”. “I can’t…

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0 This is what I was told: When I was first born, I looked exactly like daddy, this explains why the matron pulled me out of mummy and screamed “Ogbuefi carbon copy”. The resemblance was uncanny, eyes, nose and mouth were all the same, yet there was the devastating difference, that Ogbuefi was male and…

Atinuke #4 (Fiction Series)

Click to read Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3 . Convinced that her plan was the perfect one, Atinuke trudged silently behind Nnanna as he walked up to join the boys, her eyes fixated on the ground. She had no idea what she was doing, nor the amount of courage it would take for her to speak up when…

Facade

The pony tail was the first to come crashing down. All eight hours of confinement and utter obedience, flying wildly till they, of their own accord, decided to settle freely beneath the nape of my neck. The blue checkered shirt was next, it and its matching blue pant carelessly settling atop the confusion that was…

“This too shall pass”

Two weeks ago, I sent a notification to my Whats app “blog spam list” (yeah I have a spam list). I had decided to create a blog schedule where I’d be putting up posts twice a week (Wednesdays and Saturdays) so, I wanted to know if they’d rather be spammed on Saturdays only or on…

They say “If you love it, you should let it go”

(picture diary below) Oct 19 2015 Dear self, If you’re still trapped by the romanticized idea that a man has to woo a woman first, then, by all means, keep mute about your feelings, take pride in giving no hints and wallow as the painful torture of your silence tumults your emotions and speed drives them…

Òdàlè: A tale of love and loyalty

  This is what I’ve become, “a native of the street”; these cardboard boxes and walls adorned with graffiti now define my existence. I am a monument of disgust, a generator of pity. My callused feet and disheveled hair are unsightly, to the normal human eye; I am pollution! My stench contaminates the world, denies…

Atinuke #3 (Fiction Series)

Click to read Part 1, Part 2 Nnanna did not eat tonight, he was absent while the boys had played FIFA, still absent as they sat round the counter wolfing down the stewed jollof she had made with so much intensity. Atinuke’s eyes wore a confused glare as she watched them eat, perhaps to mask the sudden…

Paranoia- Spoken Word

I attended an event yesterday where i had to perform a piece that I had just written. I haven’t done spoken word since 2012 so I was jittered like crazy. It turned out okay, however, so i decided to put it up on the blog. The transcript is below for those of my readers from…

It’s okay for a woman to pull the reins

When I was a child, I was told a lot of things. From the point when it was clear that I could understand the hidden meanings behind the words that were carelessly but guardedly thrown across the room, I became a piggy bank for the deposition of cultural wisdom. I was taught to clean, because it…