Pope Francis Moves on
Jorge Mario Bergoglio may not ring a bell to you but Pope Francis will.
Dear Father: what is the cost of your love?
“My father called me” Khadijat blurted out as I picked her call “Which father? I was confused “Alhaji”
watching out for my neighbour
It is 0351hours GMT on Wednesday 26/02/25. And I am standing by my North-facing window.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall.
“Have you ever seen a little child before a mirror? Do you notice how taken by the mirror they appear?”
Shana faced the room as her little boy tugged at her sleeve
“I would love to cheat on my wife too”
“You think I do not cheat because I love my wife so much?” his laughter cooled off as he switched on his serious face “Well, why else? or is it your moralist views?” I teased. Since I knew he was not big on religion There we stood by the frontage of my compound while he […]
emotional intelligence is overrated: knock down the restraints
It was my then best friend Ojochide who first pointed out my self sabotage. Unfortunately, my save-the-world glasses were still on then. Teenage friends who met in Jos then transitioned to Lagos. We were at the Tejuosho market, Yaba, that day when I began berating her. Again she had lost her cool with one of […]
the song and dance of battles vs blessings – a lesson from the seashore
Gamziavo! That was my father’s second favourite mantra. Mr. Gamziavo, as he told us the story, was a stoic who puzzled all the villagers. He always seemed unnerved by happenings around him. While others rejoiced, he stood aloof. When others cried, he remained unaffected. Why was he like that? According to Mr Gamziavo there is […]
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 […]
i can take care of myself without you
“How are you enjoying your Lunch privilege?” “Good” he responded “So which friend did you nominate?” “Jack” I supported myself by the kitchen door frame as I watched him pack snacks for School. His latest award was an Early Lunch Pass. To be shared with a buddy. That was an exciting one for him as […]
her first birthday after you morphed
Dear Bambi Today November 6, is your mother’s first birthday after you disappeared. That means her first birthday in 25 years without you. My heart breaks for her. Today, more than in the past 5 months. You changed the dynamics of our relationship when you left. I now dance around her. Like walking on eggshells. […]