My arms are no longer slender. My waist extends farther into a bloated protruding belly. The folds at my back are now more pronounced, each lump as thick as freshly baked agege bread. There are bumps on my forehead, small elevated bumps that leave black spots in their wake. And my chin, its gone, lost in the sea…
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Atinuke #5 (Fiction Series)
It was Madam’s face, not Nnanna’s, that Atinuke saw the moment she opened her eyes. Bright orange lipstick was smeared carelessly across her lips and her eyeliner came uncomfortably close to her eyebrows. She smacked her lips thrice in succession and scrunched up her nose. “So you can smile? Mgbon? Atinuke o tun rerin? I heard about your escapades at home, how you perambulated all over the place until you broke my glass.
Chapter 22 + Watch my short film “FRAMED”
On my 21’st birthday last year, I did the most, like I always do. I was excited, finally legal, but also still dealing with the loss of a loved one so, I had a lot to share. I wrote, “21”(read here), a post which detailed specific events from every year in my life that may…
Confessions of a Clueless Romantic
Forgive me, dear blog, for I have sinned. It’s been a long while since I’ve confessed. One hundred and twelve days but who’s counting. They say, no matter how far the chick strays from mother hen, it will always find its way back to the nest. So here I am, after days of playing grown…
Strong Girls Only- An Introduction
I’m barely 22 but I’ve had a lot of experiences that have forced me to learn. Financial crises, career choices, educational confusion, self-esteem issues, depression, wrong decisions, love, fuck boys, fake friends, losing loved ones, taking risks, joblessness. Each experience, at the time, seemed like the end of the road for me. It was tough, I…
Ashake and the fruit fairy
Ashake knew it was time to get out of bed when she heard her name being called repeatedly. She yawned loudly as she mentally prepared her self for the chilling bath Maami would put her through in the next few minutes. How was it morning already? It seemed barely minutes ago that Maami had walked…
On being disciplined
2016 was a lot for me. Long story short; a series of successive events that forced me to grow three times my age in the space it should have taken one. Still, I decided to end it with a bang. Producing my first film, then, spending Christmas with my family, after a three year period of…
A rose for Amarachi
Dr. Welsh I could tell that something was wrong the moment she stepped into my office. Her eyes were choked deep in their sockets, her lips hung for dear dehydrated life, and her hair clung disobediently to the nape of her neck. She had on black sweatshirt and leather sweatpants of the same color, then,…
Girl in the mirror
Take a look at the girl in the mirror. What do her eyes say to you? -Sad, Lonely, In need of some sort of connection. Do something about it. I’ve never really been one to “do something about it”. The idea behind the phrase itself seems foreign; that one could single handedly double cross fate…
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…
Lilian Ogbuefi 