Right there from my inner chambers, my quiet and fragrant wonderland, I saw it move back. From that strangely rumpled space where I recoil to recover all the defeats of the day, it shifted backwards. I watched it all from that dim and sensual place where I open up my scars and remove my masked face. Hmmn, true that. From that small but luxurious homey place where I pour out my heartaches and feel comfortable in my own skin… that little-sacred familiar spot in my world where I retire to at eventide. And welcome my Zzzzz moments until dawn, it so happened that change took place. Continue reading
The month of September started well as I burst into bubbles of happiness. I always have this euphoric feeling every September. Though, sometimes I have these nostalgic thoughts that swell up inside of me whenever this special month is around the corner. But anyway, this year, I refused to entertain any unwelcome moods and emotions. I have decided to forget about any downsides of life and merely focus on the triumphs and victories that have punctuated my experiences on this sojourn called life. Therefore, I resolved to jettison any traces of negative demeanour and concentrate on the moment and what this wonderful month of September represents for me. Continue reading
August ends today. Oh yes, it ends today.
August ends today. Just like the other months before August.
Why did I choose to write about August? Continue reading
I arrived Denmark with nostalgia. There was a part of me that felt so confident and happy. While the other part of me was fraught with trepidation. I was apprehensive. But, I was unwilling to allow fear cripple my new found happiness. The fear of the unknown. How will life turn out in the white man’s land? I have heard so much about the white man. I’ve seen them in movies. I’ve met a couple of them in real time back in Lagos. But to live amongst them is the newest experience I’m about to discover. The what ‘if’s’ was paramount on my mind. Continue reading
We can only hope that this generation can break the cycles of old patterns and structures. The old stratum of ancient norms and traditions. A culture that inhibits a people and stagnates a society.
We can only hope that our generation of women can see that they deserve better in their relationships and other social strata. Continue reading
One of my childhood fantasies was to work in the Foreign Ministry. Two other professions also fascinated me. I excitedly told anyone who asked me what I would become in the future, that I wanted to be a Diplomat or a representative of my country abroad. I was abreast with the happenings on the international scene even as a young girl, basically, due to my uncanny curiosity to know just about everything including world affairs. Continue reading
Change, Continue reading