Girl. 

I am skin, bone and thoughts.  I am organized chaos in a beautiful dress.  I am fire and ice, with spice and all things nice.  I am a smile with darkness in its lines.  I am a walking paradox.  I am a girl.

Lessons from an Indomite.

Indomite; noun. A person who loves indomie deeply, passionately and completely. Plural; indomites. Yes, I am an indomite. I belong to the association of Certified Indomie Lovers, the ACeIL. I have a PhD in indomie cookery eatery, cookery eatery (yes that’s how the degree is. Don’t ask.). Eatery here is pronounced eater-ri. Sometime ago, during my…

The Legend of Chikkie the great! 

For years her kind had been hunted. Their children snatched from their bosoms before they were completely formed. Her mother, bless her memory, said to her ‘Chikkie, this is our life. To be chased about, left in conditions favourable or not, to not be barren yet be childless, to never have a moments peace. This…

Waiiit!!!! STOP! Live!! 

I was told by my parents that I almost died, when I was a child. I tried to swallow the bottle top of coke. We used to call it canta then,lol. Story summary, I couldn’t breathe properly, my father had to hook the bottle top with his finger, I bled through my nose, my mother…

Run!! 

It was a Thursday night. A Thursday night in 2006. It was 9pm. Arguably, the most eventful 9pm of my life. We’d just finished watching superstory. The Nigerian rave until telemundo and zeeworld. Because we were so captivated by superstory, we forgot that caprisonne had finished. And who went to school without caprisonne and biscuits?…

Tales of the tough.. 

When the road gets tough, the tough get going. Or not. Sometimes the tough get hungry and they lose their direction. Sometimes,their shoes get bad, and the sand gets too hot to tackle barefoot. Sometimes, the tough get tired. Sometimes, when the road gets tough, the tough stop. They sit, they get depressed, they cry….

Dear ex-lover,

You have a sacred body, a prized work of art. And that’s what drew me in. Every curve on you had purpose, every line was on a mission. Clear, dark skin. Attractive as sin. Perfectly sculpted. These words do you no justice.  But it was the taste of you that kept me. Your taste, your…