Introspective

I observe people at funerals. All sort of people, it is indeed the gathering of the good the bad and the ugly…

I sat still taking tutorials on selfless love from my ageing mother. A lesson borne out of her experiences in life, a pot-pourri of triumphs laced with much pain and …

Abuja is replete with seemingly innocent streets that house prostitutes of different hues and shapes at night…

I seek a legal framework that will protect women in their homes, communities, and states in Nigeria. A law that outlaws domestic violence and entitles them to own property and recognizes …

Mike continued to pray silently. He wasn’t even praying for God to deliver them, rather he was asking God to accept their souls for he considered himself and Mohammed as …

I had always known that I had a half-brother, Papa’s first child by his German girlfriend in his college days. Papa never spoke of him…

My growing years were spent amidst a crowd of relatives. At every point in my young life there was an uncle, aunt or cousin in residence. Some I remember with …

I remember growing up and wanting to have beard. At fifteen, all I ever dreamt of was having a face covered with hair. Why? Just so I could be respected …

Two months ago in a flat in Festac town I met Calistus for the first time. A third year engineering student from University of Benin, we had similar tastes in music, films …

In different parts of the world, irrespective of religion, tradition and culture, widows are victims of violence and oppression at the hands of close family members and so-called friends, especially …

In different parts of the world, irrespective of religion, tradition and culture, widows are victims of violence and oppression at the hands of close family members and so-called friends, especially …

The one thing about thoughts in the loo or in the bath is that they are usually very distinct. They are clearer than the ones you have in your sitting …

My father had been diabetic and because he was not particularly a man of some means, the disease wore him out. My father became paralyzed losing the use of most …

In May of 1998, she blessed me by touching my head three times. I never saw her again…

He had a nice face, his nose was round like mine, and his eyes were smiling at me. He looked like a cool breeze, like fresh rain on a summer morning. …

I have always thought that begging was what people in dire need resorted to when there was absolutely no other recourse. I thought it was something done quietly and humbly …