And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer

After reading Fredrik Backman’s “A Man Called Ove”, he’s become my new obsession. There aren’t many writers out there who draw your soul into a story like he does. You see the characters. You root for them. You feel their sorrows and hopes and triumph. You sit in bed at 2am weeping for them, and … Continue reading And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer

The Weight of Struggle

It was few minutes past 8pm when I boarded one of the loading vehicles for the night before drivers called it a day. I rode shotgun, squeezed between the driver and a middle-aged man. The engines kicked to life as the light overhead cast its dim glow. “Your money please.” Hands stretched forth clasping wazobia … Continue reading The Weight of Struggle

On First Impressions and Seconds

Do first impressions matter? A week ago I was walking home from work, down a busy Lagos street, exhausted and barely keeping the adrenaline pumping when I stopped to buy bread. Bread because I don't know how I'll survive in my house without it for a whole weekend. The woman was rude. That was my first … Continue reading On First Impressions and Seconds

731 Days of Writing and Community

I began this blog two years ago in a hotel room far from home, filled with questions of my worth. It wasn’t a very happy day, but then, my life was not particularly cheerful to begin with. There were times when I cried so much I wondered if the flow would ever stop, and there … Continue reading 731 Days of Writing and Community

Intricate

It took staring at a leafless tree for days and struggling to still my hands from reaching for a camera to come to this; to realize how monotonous life is when we allow it. Wake up. Eat. Work. Sleep. And perhaps pull out our cameras and take a shot ever so often. It’s not difficult to … Continue reading Intricate

Don’t Buy Her A Gift…

According to the movies and stories passed down over the decades, courtship in Africa, specifically Nigeria was rather a funny and awkward exercise; one that still influences how relationships pan out in present day society. In those days when a man became of age and his elders deemed it time for him to get married, … Continue reading Don’t Buy Her A Gift…

At Christmas

A man is at his finest towards the finish of the year; He is almost what he should be when the Christmas season's here; Then he's thinking more of others than he's thought the months before, And the laughter of his children is a joy worth toiling for. He is less a selfish creature than … Continue reading At Christmas

Shadows

It was a starless night. The wind howled like a lone wolf outside and the little filtered by the mosquito net barring the window carried the promise of a heavy downpour. We gathered inside the tiny room housing two of us as was our ritual, were we would talk about everything and nothing in particular. A … Continue reading Shadows

Your Story Doesn’t Count

His was the only familiar face as I stepped into the bus. I made my way to his side—more leg space I told myself, but it was curiosity that propelled my feet. Then I spent the next minute stealing glances, willing my mind to connect the dots three weeks old. We’d moved only ten minutes … Continue reading Your Story Doesn’t Count

Saints. Sinners. Standards. Sex.

For some time now I have told my friends how much of a hermit I've been. Well today I crawled out of the real-world cave, visited the internet and came upon a post on twitter. Now this post isn't something new, it's not even something fresh, but it brought to mind again a certain trend … Continue reading Saints. Sinners. Standards. Sex.

A Threefold Lesson  

"Some of our biggest lessons come in beautifully wrapped little packages of experience." Those actions we perceive as insignificant often come power-packed with lessons we can apply everyday to ensure we have a richer more beautiful and beneficial life.

Who Is A Monster And Who Is A Man

Simi made her way to the bathroom. She’d left her companion with their bags at the airport lobby, waiting for their flight to the States where a new life would begin for her. As she made the turn, she bumped into a moving object. Supplies tumbled to the ground and in a flurry hands reached … Continue reading Who Is A Monster And Who Is A Man

A Good Day For Change

My cousin Megan was the most annoying being my eleven years old self had encountered. At six she was a scrawny looking firecracker; at ten a full blown typhoon. Having spent a considerable part of my teenage years in a boarding school far from home, I had to make do with spending short holidays with my … Continue reading A Good Day For Change

Love is hardwork

That one moment in your life when you realise you've just met that one person you want to spend the rest of your life with. The rush of emotions; the initial confusion, trying to come to terms with the sudden realisation or make it go away. That feeling of breathlessness when the object is near. … Continue reading Love is hardwork

Romantic relationships: Understanding the opposite sex.

A couple of weeks ago I lost touch with a friend…a male friend. Of all the problems we had, one seemed to stand out: somehow we (or one of us did) let emotions take centre stage. That single unconscious act alone became the seed that eventually germinated to reproduce many issues that led to our … Continue reading Romantic relationships: Understanding the opposite sex.