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.
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"
2015 tried to bring me down so many times. I was tempted to lose myself and I found myself retracting into a shell. I found out that I’m not as strong as I think and this made every blow hurt ten times more. For a while, I was nothing more than a shadow of myself […]Read more "Last page of 2015"
Rape stigma is a conversation long worn out, but just like feminism, people still don’t get the picture. I’ve written on this before ( read it here ) and I am not going to go into the basics of what constitutes rape and the extent of consent because Priceless Wilkie already did a great job (RAPE […]Read more "#ROADTORADAR: Last Call"
The air was dry and still. Esosa could feel the back of her throat go dry, itching with thirst. Sweat dotted her forehead and heat prickled at the nape of her neck. The sun beat down furiously and she wondered if it was aggravated from the world’s sins or just the gravity of hers alone. […]Read more "Race Against Time"