Dear Mother, I hate cooking. I. HATE. COOKING. You know it never came naturally to me. I’ve always had to write down your recipes because I never really understood the entire concept of cooking. At first, I worried that maybe there was something wrong with me, I mean, every ‘normal’ girl should know how […]
Hello WAW people, This year came charged mehnnn, I tell you. The first quarter was ‘pure’, and now the second quarter has started with all manner of promise. Rights and justice for women and the girl child are topics we remain passionate about, especially in a society that appears to care less and less everyday. […]
Don’t climb trees, our mothers told us, the boys would get a good view; keep your hair away from your face and smile. Smile like this when you like a person and like this when you don’t. Don’t slouch; no, that does not mean you should chest out either! What are you, a wrestler? Tufiakwa! […]
At 19, I decided I was no longer fine being normal. By normal I mean the kinda girl who accepted everything BS and all. The welcoming lady, with a perfect smile Quiet and shy and coy too, I guess. To make men feel less threatened, Speak only when spoken to, Keep your opinions to yourself, […]
“Hello fine fine people, It’s a special month of red and are we in the mood to love it up! Chocolate wrapped in red shiny boxes, pink tees shaped like hearts, and edible underwear that taste like sin, literally. 😉 Business as usual, yes? So I thought, until Walter Ude mounted The Lectern […]
In fast-forward the sweat fell Testimony of the day’s hard work. Down the road I picked up a taxi And sat with shut eyes through the traffic. The muffled sounds still came Right through the door of my mama’s room Riding with heavy breaths At a tempo so fast my head spun. Usually […]
“You will not kill me in this house. You stupid girl.” “Mummy ndo, sorry, sorry.” “Sharrap! At your age, you are still bed-wetting. Sixteen years old” – she splayed out her fingers as if the digits were sixteen in number – “and you are still peeing on the bed like a baby. Agadi nwanyi baby! […]
You are blessed with the blessed, sweetie I find that loving you comes easy Your womb is the birthplace of kings And on your bosom blossoms queens… Rivkah By Uncle Phil Words Are Work … and fun too!
Loving you is a journey that unravels Knowing you is a quarry, full of marvels I would peel off your layers like a dress Underneath is virtue, not nakedness… Rivkah By Uncle Phil Words Are Work … and fun too!
Dear diary Last night was horrible, I’m still a little dizzy. I’d rather not talk about it but my therapist said I must share so that I can heal (let me take a drink first, something strong). I’ve been told a good number of times never to get involved with older ladies or even my […]