For the last few days, I have felt withdrawn. This was unusual for my boisterous personality. Every morning, I dreaded waking up, wondering when this plague would end. On this rainy Saturday morning, I sat in the backyard watching the water slap against the metallic zinc roof of my father’s…

A mother’s random thoughts — Today, the 31st December is Toby’s birthday. I have and feel a lot of gratitude. He is a good son. A kind soul. At 14, he is a total empath. He can be unintentional of his actions but shows deep remorse when admonished. The first few hours of waking up…

To all the victims of bullying and abuse in boarding schools. I was in Junior Secondary class 3, the equivalent of the 9th Grade when it happened – when I experienced the most traumatic episode of my childhood. I was sent to a boarding school in Nigeria from age 11-17…

Because I am a hopeless romantic It was a casual evening when I first saw him. I was heading to church -Evening Mass. I was hurrying down the staircase when our eyes locked and it made my heart skip a beat. …

The insecurities that raved our society. — Although I left Aba, Nigeria a very long time ago, my memories of this boisterous city where I was born and raised are still remarkable as ever. One memory that is still vivid and which gives me goosebumps occasionally despite the passage of time is when a dog gave me…

You will be very surprised at what he said to me — I stood in front of my father, head lowered down. To my left was a metallic grey filing cabinet with 5 drawers. The second drawer contained a file for each of his children and other drawers contained other personal and business documents. …

I can’t help but think about my great grandchildren that will read this and get to know who I truly was. I wish I could read about my ancestors, their journeys, surviving the Nigerian civil war or even surviving the slave trade. This is the reason I publish my writing…