Like Air. My heart is full, and I feel content. In the midst of huge storms, cold blasting winds, high mountains of life decisions and a heart confused in many directions, I feel at peace and quite content. On Monday, the chorus to Kirk Franklin’s, ‘the fight of my life’ randomly played in my
I think for some reasons we can’t explain, we all have been complacent in how we are governed as Nigerians. It’s a shame; to our leaders, those who came to give us the change agenda, and those who pretended that they would give us a better future. Almost two years ago, Nigeria went to polls
I LOVED YOU ON PURPOSE,I WAS OPEN ON PURPOSE! I still crave vulnerability & close talk & I’m not even sorry bout you bein sorry! you can carry all the guilt & grime ya wanna just dont give it to me! I cant use another sorry next time you should admit you’re mean/ low-down/ triflin/
I started 2016 sitting in church, my eyes closed. While the rest of the congregation prayed fervently, I sat in quiet contemplation, a thousand ‘what ifs’ swimming in my head. Would I meet someone this year? Would I be in a relationship? Would I have the courage to jump in and take myself seriously as
Amoke sneezed twice. The second sneeze more painful than the first. She tried to sit up, but she couldn’t. She looked around the dimly lit room and couldn’t find anything familiar. It wasn’t Chinyere’s house and it wasn’t hers. She attempted to sit up again, inhaling sharply in pain. “Oh don’t do that!” a man’s