He looked up and held up his hands with one palm outstretched, while the other was balled up in a fist except for a thumb sticking out. I looked at him again and finally found the soft, innocent eyes of a six-year-old.Read more "Omo Ale"
I remember the night I stood on a stool in front of my mother’s mirror, I swept my hair to the side, tilted my chin and puffed my chest. I tried to imagine myself as a woman, no longer four but twenty-four. I tried to imagine a time when everyone would refer to me as “ma.” I […]Read more "The Art Of Becoming"
First published this on Valentine’s day. I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you like it too.Read more "Omaye"
I wrote this a while ago and it was first published on Lucidlemons.com on the 31st January, 2016.Read more "11:48"