pixabay Signals are common among African mothers. Whenever they want to warn you about something, just look at their faces; you will see reactions you never imagined, which might be misunderstood. Yes,

Nothing is more frustrating than the feeling of looking for something, especially when you know where you left it. I really abhor looking for things and i dont hide the disappointment in my face when i

Bigbro do not come home today if you don’t want to see mum. To be honest, it sounded strange hearing it the first time, I could not place my fingers on what my younger sister was saying, my brain still

Canva IA Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve felt a special connection to insects and spiders. It was strange to my mother and sisters that I wasn’t afraid of them; on the contrary, I loved watching them.

pictures geraeneted using geminiai Everyone in Umueze knew that Mama Chidinma had a gift. It wasn't the kind the village pastor dispensed every Sunday morning, pressing his sweaty palms against the villagers'

When I finished this book, I just sat there. Genuinely couldn't move for a few minutes and I need you to understand why. The book opens in 1865, on the famine-scarred west coast of Ireland, in the stunned

I hate it when people are insensitive to issues that require sensitivity. My younger brother had always not done great in school. Either he comes last or second to last. In fact, the day he came second

It has become her habit to wake up at 5, tiptoe into the kitchen, and drink sip hot water slowly as she lets her thoughts wander to the great possibilities the new day holds, at times drifting on how the

Chief Felix had arrived before the visitors came. I, seated among my colleagues, watched how Mr. Felix, with a lot of pride and a sense of accomplishment, gave a speech on how he created not just an empire

I will never forget my first NO. I'm not talking about being rejected. Can you get your mind off that area? I was the one saying NO. And I wasn't being asked out too. Can you also get your mind off that

Believe it or not it is possible for people to support you to an extent you start having the feeling whether you truly wanted that attention. I'm a living witness to that truth. Though it is a road less

pixabay It was a sunny afternoon; the heat from the sun was scorching when we closed from school that day. We used to trek for about 30 minutes before we got home. Sometimes, my sister and I would wait

I always hate it when people act like without them a particular thing won’t happen. It’s so annoying when its actually true but no one can do anything about it. I don’t know if you’ve observed it but it

s My brain was full. But it wasn't the productive kind. It was the kind where your brain is filled with only noise and nothing makes sense. This time I was staring at a page that stopped making sense to

Generated using OpenAI Every day, I watch people talk about peace as if it's something you find once and keep. Peace. Like it’s something you stumble upon one quiet morning, pick up gently, and tuck safely

Robbed It happened so fast the night I got robbed. Just like every other day, the road looked calm. I had worked late that night, and my bus had broken down two stops before my street. It was taking time

As a little kid, I would play a lot. I loved toys, mostly improvised toys. I would take literally anything as a toy, as long as I could move them. I had fun. However, I had a fascination for one thing,

I was nine years old when I first told God exactly what I wanted. I wasn't in church, nor was it any prayer meeting. It was just me and the silent desires of my heart, let out to God in quiet solitude

The Night I Wished Upon the Wrong Star I was thirteen when I first wished to club like I had seen most of my aunties and uncles done. It sounded crazy to my parents when I voiced it out one time to them.

Underweighed Balogun market was already in full swing by the time Mama Chinedu parked her car at the lot. I checked my time; it was 8:00 a.m. Even though we were very early, voices were already rising