Sometimes, a song is your happy place. The rhythm, flow, cadence and lyrics coalesce into a magic feather that tickles your soul and fits wings on each ventricle of your heart. Continue reading →
You wrapped it in a pink towel, tucking the ends of the towel in the folds that had formed in the towel as you wrapped. You placed the pink bundle in the Ghana-must-go bag you bought from Iya Lukman this morning after you had stopped crying. It took all of your will to clutch the zipper until you got to the end of the bag and sling the handles over your shoulder. Continue reading →
She was bent at the waist with a broom in her hand when a movement at the corner of her left eye forced her to jerk upward, she straightened to see a wiggling bundle on one of the pews at the left wing of the church. As she got closer, she heard sounds she recognized as the cooing of a nursery rhyme by a child. Who would leave a child here, she wondered as she drew near. Continue reading →
I peeked into Facebook yesterday and read about the tragic death of a man at the hands of his wife, then I saw a post by a friend of his and shut down for bit.
You see, there was a man who meant the solar system to me for all of my life. He wasn’t just blood, he was close friend, adviser, bridge over troubled waters and the fun guy who basked in our hugs and told us the craziest stories (Storytelling runs in all my families). He didn’t get to see my twentieth birthday- he drove from Owerri to Ife to see me on the day I turned 19- that was the last time I hugged him. He was there three days later while we huddled in the car that would take us to Lagos- that was the last time I saw him, as the car pulled out of the compound.
Uzoamaka is playing the character Cynthia in the next season of MTV Shuga and she shared- on facebook, her interview that’s available Here. Because I know Uzoamaka, I already knew to expect quirky, funny and wise answers from her when I clicked on the link yesterday evening. While the bus driver made silly commentaries as he flitted the bus from one lane to another, I was reading the interview and nodding and smiling until I got the point where she said- “but I would be desperately restless if I couldn’t be an actor” and felt a small chill.
You’re sitting on your bed with your laptop a few centimetres away from you. The sentences your fingers are planting on the screen make you wince but you do not delete them, you decide to leave the shining imperfections and grow your word count. You just typed ‘injection’ when you heard the boom. Continue reading →
My parents never bought sweets for us when we were little children or even now. If you found us with a sweet in our fingers or mouth, it was definitely bought by one of our very many uncles and aunties.