Grandma Omnieverything

 

So we walked past the empty house, a woman and her husband had lived there once but they’re dead now, both of them. I told my mother about the woman and her soursop tree and her promise to send some to my brothers and I, when they ripened.

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OBIAJULU.

Obiajulu.

There are days you will never forget.

Those days are not always the grand adventures that bring rivers of adrenaline and a pounding in your ears, echoing your rapidly beating heart. Sometimes it’s a quiet day, a peaceful morning with your belly full of food.

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What doesn’t kill you…

I was chatting with a very dear friend about being in Benin-city and living here instead of that congested Lagos and I told him about working here for a while before sneaking out at dawn back to Lagos to another job. As I recounted the experience to Odogwu, I realized how much I had forgotten about the turbulence of that time. Continue reading →

Beauty shouldn’t matter.

For millions of women across the globe, one of the most defining moments of their lives is usually when they accept that they actually are beautiful or when they choose to not allow themselves be defined on the beauty to ugly spectra. Looks are important to women, it is the easiest way the world categorizes us, it can be a visa to a better life or the condemnation to a mediocre one. The arrangement of her nose, lips and eyes are a better expression of her worth than the product of the grey matter imprisoned between her ears.

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Antidote: Wisdom.

Recently, someone on Facebook made a post about a man who had bought a car for his wife and his mother would take the car without the wife’s permission. His wife had issues with the whole thing and complained to an internet agony aunt. As expected, many of the male respondents sided with the mother-in-law and the husband, and saw nothing wrong with their actions while the females instinctively understood the woman’s point of view.

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I Get Place to Borrow

This morning, I heard Collabo somewhere and I realised that I had forgotten my erstwhile favourite Nigerian song, since then I have played it back to back twenty-four times, it’s playing now as I type. It’s a song I can listen to for a whole a day without getting tired – I’ve done it several times before. Continue reading →