I stumbled on Ms. Patchett by coincidence. I was a teenager and my loving younger brother knew his sister was a bookworm. For my 18th or so birthday, he got me ...
Two weeks ago, my mother became the matriarch of her extended family, the way fifty seven year-olds suddenly become matriarchs: her elder sister died suddenly a...
This weekend I drove quite a lot in my town (Port Harcourt) and had more than enough opportunities to be stopped by the Nigerian Police on their routine stop an...
Good morning Story Tellers!
You know how sometimes you need a catchup post of all the gems you missed in the week? Like a cocktail you can just kick up your ...
I became an avid book reader beginning in my mid-twenties, a passion I consider having adopted a little late in life. I have yet to forgive myself for not embra...
Last week I heard that Nigeria plans to put someone in outer space (yes, outside the atmosphere of the earth) around 2030.
My first reaction was the usual Ni...
The events of last week leading up to the cancellation of the nationwide protests called for by TuFace (2Baba as he is fondly called) brought some jarring memor...
Two, maybe three years ago, I was the biggest supporter of text messaging and all other forms of written communication. Letters, emails, DMs, tweets, you name i...
A couple of years back, I wouldn't have been the person to say, “I think all human beings are inherently good.” I’d have considered that a reckless statement. I...
Hi there, my name is Single mum. My name tag reads Single mum and society believes
That I don't deserve good men because I'm now "secondhand"
That I am ...
