• Let's talk about it/Keeping It Real


    When we fail to set boundaries and hold people accountable, we feel used and mistreated. This is why we sometimes attack who they are, which is far more hurtful than addressing a behavior or a choice. ~ Brené Brown. I must say that writing this particular post was a struggle and that’s not because I didn’t know what to write but because I was busy reading this book in the bid to work on certain personal struggles and I just couldn’t find the time to just write the post so I decided that I was gonna take a break (like minimize the book and just type right) only that I…

  • My Public Transport Diaries,  Travel Diaries

    My Public Transport Diaries: Episode 2

    P A S S E N G E R S  or should I just say fellow passengers? ?They can either be your headache, worst day mare or best travel buddy throughout the journey period or beyond! Yea, I’ve met some of the people I travelled with again when I never thought I could even see them again. There are different types of Nigerian passengers’ o! Today is for those ones that can sing ehn that you’ll begin to wonder if they ever made it to The Voice Nigeria audition. I had quite a little pet peeve until I started experiencing the Nigerian transport system and then I realized there were…

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    Urunwa: The Lamentations of A Mother

    Come here shameless man I’m not going to die with the truth in my mouth. She was just a baby; Urunwa was just a baby when you cut her saying it will help her not to be promiscuous. Belonwu! I bu onye ajo omume You and Ichie Jamuike turned my daughter’s name into a curse! Now, Yobachi says Urunwa lies like a log of wood every night. . . Belonwu! You should be ashamed your daughter feels nothing under a grip of a man like Yobachi! Belonwu! Woe betides you! You have eaten your daughter’s clitoris And now she knows no fun; My Urunwa is now an agadi nwaayi at…

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    Alu (Abomination)

    Onye ala! Come let me tell you the story of how your forefathers made love to your mothers under the udala tree. Ekwensu! My papa wears no red cap But he is a better father than yours. You think you can insult? I will show you what we do to flies trying to finish our palm wine. I bu onye nzuzu cos your Mama never formed you the proper way I am Ada; Adanna! I am my father’s daughter; And you are Alu! made from your father’s already cold semen in a bottle.