Friendship Breakups: “It’s me. I’m the problem. It’s me.” This is a touchy subject for me. I grew up seeing really beautiful friendships maintained by my parents for decades and somehow, it set such a high standard for me, and unfortunately, an impulse to repair and maintain even friendships that…

Flash Fiction — Before you left me, I had already painted a vivid picture of our future together. Our progression from the firm and round breasts to flat and saggy sacks. Our supple and popping skins yield to the withering of wrinkles and old age. I envisioned how your afro will look, all…

Everyone knows life is short but death always puts into perspective just how short. We are always living with the subconsciousness of how fleeting and temporary this world is. It is a big fear for many people- dying. Well, my year started with lighting a candle for a dear friend…

Flash Fiction — an extended version of the shortlisted story for Africa @2050 climate fiction contest — January 2050 Sama was waiting for Pumza and Vurzie at the arrival terminal. The jungle theme was a new addition he thought, something you would never see inside an airport 25 years ago. Go-Green Africa was thriving, now that the fate of the planet depended on it. Everything green and…

Flash Fiction — an extended version of the shortlisted story for Africa @2050 climate fiction contest — October 2020 Nuhailah wondered why her phone kept blowing up. October has been such a difficult month so far. Twitter notifications were always popping up - Another day, another hashtag. It was exasperating. Last night, she had a long video chat with her best friends whom she met at Canvassity in Ouagadougou…

The threat and the love letter — motivation can be demoralising. — I know it’s absurd, but when people tell me they believe in me, I feel threatened first, before I feel tingly happy. Yeah, Unbelievable. I know. But please walk with me here. Living this life, trying to uncover and discover new things, solve problems and brave Uncharted Territories while smiling…

The number of months my hair was last touched by a comb. — The decision to loc my hair was a well premeditated thing, but until it was done, I wasn’t sure I’d see it through. I had a thousand and one concerns, but I knew deep down, that it was how I wanted my hair to be. It was how I wanted…

This is a review. A bad one. — Along Series reloaded — I usually refrain from bad-mouthing brands and people because I actually believe that everyone is allowed to have a rough day and all. You might be meeting them on a bad day so be merciful. But come on, It’s customer service week! Can you at least pretend to care? …

The Lego Movie in real time — Nigeria is sixty-three (63) now. There are so many things I want to yell at her for not doing at her big age, but I won’t age-shame my mother. Of all the heartbreaking and stupendous things that have happened, nothing has brought me so close to breaking as the events…