Last Friday, news broke that a 14 (going on 15) year old girl in Katsina State had been married to the Emir, and when her parents protested that she was not only…
24 Going On 30, or How I Came To Be a Squiggly Yellow Teapot
One of my favourite people sent me an email on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. The email contained a link, and as I was casting about for a distraction from doing any actual…
CARTE BLANCHE
Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life, etc, but first, I have questions. And comments. And you should have tea, because this may take a…
The Email Signature Story
For over a year, my email signature has been a source of much amusement to my friends. They never fail to comment on it – no matter how urgent the content of…
LOVE IN THE AGE OF ‘SUP?’
I was poking through an aunt’s secondary school mementos one day, and I came across a letter written to her by a crush of hers. It was your standard I picked my…
JANUARY 1: AMANDA
In a land not so far away, there lived a woman, sturdy of form and lively of countenance. She lived in a rut, and she was always restless, anxious to see what…
Under A BRT Stand
Let’s call her Paula. She was tall and graceful. Many years after, these two features still first come to mind when I remember her. I didn’t find her particularly very beautiful, but…
The Door Across The Corridor
“I don’t know. I’m no mortal man” Mortal Man – Kendrick Lamar I took out my earphones and I could hear the sound of rain falling outside. I had been waiting for…
CRACKS IN MY FOUNDATION
(based on a true story) It rained this morning. I gazed out of my window, contemplating the clouds in the sky and the ones in my mind. Burdened with…
Freesoul.
I’m here And yet not I know what I want. Will I find all that I seek, all that I have sought? I’m bruised and battered, I have loved, I have fought…