Seeing Anew.
Mama Chisom had been selling akara at that junction for eleven years, She knew everyone , the danfo driver who always collected change and never returned it, the NEPA man who…
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My Reason for Living. LOH 285
My Reason for Living Good evening Ladies, I'm glad to be here after a while. My main reason for living is simple, I am here to fulfill the purpose that God gave me before I was…
I Only Went in for a Coffee. | Creative Fiction.
I only went in for a coffee, that was it. One cup. Maybe a slice of cake if it looked good. Bus was in what ,forty minutes? Enough time to sip, maybe check my phone. Morning…
Too Many Subjects, Too Little Skills
Nigeria: The Curriculum Overload From my years in Nigeria’s 6‑3‑3‑4 system, I discovered what many of us experience: classrooms jam‑packed with up to 15 subjects at a time. We…
What I’d Tell Anyone Leaving School Today
Going out of school is entering into a totally new world. You're very much exhilarated, relieved, and maybe with a little echo of fear; honestly, that is normal. One minute…
Raising Resilient Kids
I’ve heard that line so many times: “My children must never go through what I went through.” And on the other side: “They have to suffer small, so they can know life.” Funny…
Fasting without works
Let me tell you a story that didn’t even happen to me, but the moment I heard it, I laughed so hard my stomach hurt(hear say). This one came from a friend who attended a midweek…
The Biscuit Tin Theory of My Life | Creative Nonfiction.
I don’t remember exactly when I started keeping receipts, but it’s been a while. It started small. A few supermarket receipts stuffed into a purse I no longer used. Then came…
The Gift I Didn’t Learn But Couldn’t Ignore
I never learned to write. Nobody sat me down and explained the structure, the conflict, or even pacing. I never ventured into the study of literature. I never curled up with some…
Holding On While Moving forward
Culture for me goes lot beyond the clothing, the greetings, and the food on a plate. It is the rhythm of life passed on through time. How our parents raised us, the origin of our…