This morning I got Isaiah Chapter 36 as part of my scripture reading for today and I had to go on to read the next chapter, the story was that engaging. I knew about the story of the Assyrians and how an angel slew 185,000 fighting men in one night. I also knew there had been letters mocking God that King Hezekiah spread before the altar of God for him to read. I remember that image from My Book Of Bible Stories or was it Uncle Arthur’s Bible Stories? 2 Kings 18 tells the story from the beginning. Continue reading →
I had just turned six when my grandmother of blessed memory came to our house from church. My baby brother was barely a month old and she came at least three times daily to see the baby, give him his daily baths, that kinda thing. Continue reading →
After seeing these pictures of me taken by Eye Kay, I have decided to start a phone photography course for Brothers, Husbands, Male co-workers, Boyfriends and intending Husbands. It is imperative that Nigerian women do not continue to suffer the burden of terrible pictures in 2019AD and beyond
I’ve seen several posts on Facebook bemoaning the low turnout of ‘Youths’ in today’s elections even though today’s voter numbers have been unprecedented. While it is easy to ascribe this to nonchalance on the side of the young people and a refusal to get involved in civic process, or as some people snidely put it – they’re on social media instead, making noise. The answers are not as simple as they seem. Continue reading →
Continued from Husband Wanted – 1
She watched them from the window, stomach churning, as her wild heartbeat made her faintly afraid she was about to have a heart attack. If only she would be so lucky, a heart attack would get her out of this farce.
It was hard to count the number of men who turned up for this joke that had gotten far out of hand. Were there a hundred men out there? Two hundred? Three hundred Spartan warriors seeking a wife? She covered her face with her hands and exhaled. Continue reading →
She knew he was the one at her door by his whistling, it was almost romantic how he would wait until he finished the first verse of Strong Thing before he knocked and it was silly that she waited until he knocked before she opened the door. He would stand there, big eyes, shiny head from his ever zealous barber and a soft smile that always made her walk into his arms for a hug, right there on the corridor.
He was quiet, he would flop on the floor beside her mattress and ask how she was. She would recite the minutest details of her day because he liked to hear everything, and it wasn’t idle chatter to him, he remembered everything. She would rub his head as she spoke, and he chuckled intermittently. Continue reading →
It started with a friend request on Facebook.
It was one of his names that prompted her to click on the confirm button. It was the name of a love she had lost, buried in an unmarked grave in eastern Nigeria, it was the name of another love in the present, steady and crazy. It felt custom built mostly but sometimes it felt like living beside a dragon. It was also the name of a love that could be hers in the future if she dared, but she was a coward where her heart was concerned, and that might never change.