ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

Hey Guys,I am excited to announce that my book, Solitude is now available on Amazon and Createspace estore.https://www.createspace.com/4968579 You can order it from the link abo...

ANNOUNCEMENT!!!!

Excited to announce that my book titled Solitude will be available soon insha Allah. Release date not confirmed yet but soon. x...

Why I Think Nigeria Is No Place For A Woman With Dreams.

As i was passing time on twitter, i saw a retweet by my sister. Someone had tweeted "Nigeria is not a place for a woman with dreams" and i asked my sister who the lady was and she told me she didn't know, nevertheless i retweeted/favourited the tweet and exclaimed how much the tweet expressed my feelings. This is something that has bothered and is still bothering my heart.  Nigeria is most certainly...

Things i am coming to terms with as i am finding my way inside of this Labyrinth we call LIFE

I am still coming to terms with the fact that It is normal for me to care so deeply about something that seems pretty fucking logical and right to me while others could care less and to them, that seems logical and right. I am still trying to accept the fact that not everyone can give a shit like I do and that is OK. It's OK for me and it's OK for them not to give a shit. I am still trying to accept...

My Other Mother

I am going to tell you about my other mother the one i met at the bus stop the one that told me with the sincerity of sunlight that i, was a little her she told me about her life the good and the bad and how she survived this is my other mother the one that did not birth me the one that showed me goodness and kindness. she spoke forgiveness and we shared oysters under the starless night over cups...

Poem

She was A deeply trouble girl who smoked in an alley and wore black lipstick. She dances to music only she could hear and adorns her hair with little white lillies. She wore spiked boots and smelled of rain when it kisses the sand. Underneath her skin are beds of roses waiting to be watered by caressing palms in hopes one day she might bloom into a beautiful rose bu...

Home(1)

Coming to Nigeria is one of the things i sort of never look forward to anymore. I do not remember a time when coming back felt like a home coming to me. Do not get me wrong, my family means the world to me. I would go to the end of the world and back for each and everyone of them. There is just a sense of incompleteness, in a very i-do-not-belong-here kind of way. So with working on my writing, i...

Written by my little sister Mimi

My 13 year old sister(Mimi) wrote this and i was highly fascinated at her thoughts. Forgive any grammatical errors for i will not edit her words. I am posting it as she wrote it. I asked her if i could post it on my blog and she agreed. "In Nigeria, we are facing a lot of things like viruses(Ebola), war, religious crisis, bomb blasts. On the first thought, i just don't understand how Israelis will...

Poem

I come From a generation of women Women whom Keep giving Women whose hips Are wide with giving. Women whom love And love And love Until They have no love Left For themselves. Women Who have never Uttered The words “I love you” But say it A thousand times Over Everyday With hearts Wide with Giving. 0 0 1 50 287 Bahcesehir University 2 1 336 14.0 ...

Poem

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