The Refugee Woman And Her 24k Gold
How a chance encounter with a refugee sent me a reminder
of culture, religion, faith, race and all things divisive
Platters of fruits They sat around the tables as the Imam led the Dua for Iftar.
Dream Count: A review of Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s Novel.
As reviewed through the eyes of an unmarried, Igbo woman
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
6 degrees of separation
She strode out elegantly in her all-white ensemble towards the stage.
Cher was one of those chosen to come out and share a reason why they came here.
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
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 […]
enslaved. abused. deported. a tale of the vulnerable migrant.
“One more footstep and all these will be over” Hajara looked at the sea entreatingly “You are too young and still have your life ahead of you” her heart remarked “What life does she have? Is this a life?” her head jeered “This life. She is here. Things can turn around, you know” “Ever the […]
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 […]
of worldviews, perspectives vs lived experiences
“What is that?” I asked her while pointing to the carton of fruits “Lychee” she said. “How does it taste? I enquired further “It is very sweet” she responded as she picked more into her paper bag. Inside the Mediterranean shop, I quickly picked up a handful and tossed it into my shopping basket. If […]