I’m never broken. I’m usually the strongest in the pack but 2018 broke me.
Dusk: Lade
Wow. What a year! I don’t set out to write these things with my lesson from the year, but somehow, there’s always something that just stands out for me. Last year, it…
Day 28: Lara
In June, I had just finished a four-day training programme in Monrovia, when I realized there was a catch in my throat; I had fallen ill. Haaaay God, I was coming down…
Day 27: Morenike
I haven’t written anything in eons so please bear with me! Going into 2017, I didn’t have plans. I was just going to wing it and see how everything went. Somehow along…
Dusk: Tobiloba
DECEMBER 30, 2016. Reading the Stories NG posts for the year and I marvelled at how surreal it was. How did things turnaround for people ‘just like that’? I wished terribly that…
Day 26: Deola Shomo
Today, I am privileged to see what it’s like to be 29 even though it feels like I have been an adult forever. But if there is one thing I am grateful…
Dusk: Adahnne
Merry Christmas, people! Pretty sure as you read this, I’ll be in my village somewhere in Delta State, eating pounded yam with Banga soup while spending what may or may not be…
Merry Christmas: Jumoke
2017: THE FORGIVING YEAR. There’s no lesson that I learned this year, that I hadn’t learnt before. I learnt nothing new. I began applying instead. There’s no place I went this year…
Day 25: Justin
The cold metal touched my temple, but I knew it was there before I even felt the frigid bite. Naturally, I kept walking. The man walking beside me (same fella with the…
Last Last We Move
In the past, I would typically start these review posts being very dramatic; scenic descriptions, narration, priming the audience, all that jazz. Well this year, #WeDifferent. What I will do is say…