Viewing life through the eyes of Mr Death
“It kills me sometimes how people die” says Death compassionately as he marches along
Join Mr Death as he narrates his side of the story through this Nazi German streets in WW2
of sunk costs, sentimental value and holding on to what no longer serves you
The current #nsppd7amfireprayers promo on #inanimate objects has me feeling funny.
A bit of context here; #NSPPD is the world’s largest
how my foreign neighbour influences my life
Emgland. Two women across adjoining streets. Strangers to each other. One, a Briton. Another, A Nigerian emigrant. Yet, they are somehow interconnected.
of racism and our red milk of human kindness.
“How is your knee today?” The elderly man [whom I will name baba] asked him “Better, it’s less painful.” Young replied cheerily “Oh, you remembered. Thank you for asking” I said to baba as the minus-1-degree icy cold shook my body mercilessly. “Yes, he was limping the other day and could barely walk” baba responded…
echoes from my past -2
“Oh don’t bother moving, I can sit at the edge” “No worries. We will shift for you” The first woman said with a huge smile It was Carol Night at School. Although this boy in my home has insisted I not bother coming out, I went. “Stop behaving like an orphan. I am still here…
echoes from your past
“Hello Sis, good evening” “Good evening sis” I responded with furrowed brows trying to unscramble her face We were about stepping into the African Shop at the City Centre when she approached me. It was my son’s Carol evening and he wanted to buy malt. She drew closer as if to hug me but uncertain…
the dilemma of human longing and the emigrant
My soul is out there wandering the streets of Jibowu, Yaba in Lagos, Nigeria. But my body sits on this bed typing and listening to songs. I peer at the time. 03:02Hrs. A time when normal men sleep. However, sleep is far from me. I sit here watching myself go back again to Jibowu as…
Immigrant Parenthood: a man’s world
“You saw how clueless I was when my baby began crying. The women here had to step in and take over. If I was back in Nigeria I would never take a baby out of the house on my own. said a frazzled ‘deji as he started contributing to the discussion” The Nigerian in me…
of travels and worldviews
I shuffled wearily into the hall and sat on the first sofa by the door. Camp was taking its toll on me. The seat closest to the door was vacant and I made a beeline for it. A middle-aged female sat there. I plopped myself beside her. And as it happens, we eventually got talking….
Who Killed Our Men?
He picked me up from home and as we drove off I heard the male presenter on the radio talking about Society and Safety Net. My interest was piqued when I overhead Free School Meals and Benefits. The Presenter was talking about it’s accessibility & relevance. Citing an example of why Safety Nets are…