I do not know why I carried my phone with me on deck duty that Wednesday morning, was I planning on taking a selfie to send to Naomi? Well maybe, but I had already sent her a dozen pictures of me on the rig at sunrise and several others at midday when the sun struck the Atlantic at the angle that turned it into the golden sheen of sapphire and emerald that makes want to fall on my knees. It never gets old. Continue reading →
I begin my walk at the street that’s directly opposite ‘work’ and the Coca-Cola woman says ‘good morning’ with a huge smile on seeing me, it is the same smile that greets me when I come to buy Coca-Cola from her. I do not quite like that smile and how she brings out the Coca-Cola and gets the exact change to the two-headed naira note folded in my purse, while I am still saying ‘good morning’. Accepting an addiction to Coca-Cola is one thing but it is the nonchalance about predicting my choices that annoys me. Never mind that my brothers believe they can quote my thoughts on any subject or how friends I haven’t seen in years know to have dodo and Coca-Cola when I visit, I just do not like to think that I am predictable. Continue reading →
Remember the movie? I’ve never watched it, movies aren’t really my thing. Back to the matter, welcome to November- the month just before the absolute best month of the year. I’m hoping November will be spectacular for all of us. Continue reading →
Uchechukwu, my most annoying and most beloved (except Dede Udoka sha) cousin sent me a post yesterday and commanded me to share it on my blog. Even though he’s barely four months older than me, he likes to bully me. Anyway here’s Uche with his hilarious post, I’ll look for the last picture we took together and put it up too.
For the record, I must confess that nobody send me any message. As we are won’t to do in this part of the world whenever we are not willing to admit our failings- I blame Buhari. I was on my own, jejely, enjoying the recession when the foolish thought of writing came to my mind. Being the bored busy-body that I am and having never learnt to resist my more foolish urges, I quickly grabbed pen and paper. That was Friday morning. This is Monday morning and I have not written anything that WAEC would not see and demand that I return the certificate. Continue reading →
When the seasons die and years fade into nothing.
When all that is left of me is dust and whispered memories.
When faded photographs are the only mementoes of my existence.
My words will bubble still. Continue reading →
Writing is easy, it’s just putting one word after another until you get a sentence and putting one sentence after another until you get a paragraph… However it’s the selection of those words that’s the headache, right?
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When you began to write, to scribble the stories as they came to you, to write letters to everything that moved, they cheered and clapped and told urged you on. They boasted about you to everyone they met. “Have you met her?” They would say, “She writes so well”. They would tell you it’s a gift, a blessing- these words you were given, but no one told you just how hard it would be to carry them from heart to page.
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