• MUSINGS

    God of consuming fire

    After the Otedola’s inferno, I woke up to series of whatsapp broadcast messages and voice notes from a supposed pastor, predicting the dates of doom. First I was struck with shock, then fear and later anger. I found myself asking supposing this is true what then do we do? Sit and pray or wait in our respective homes till the dates elapse? Or do we see reason to scrutinize our country’s structures and the loopholes here and there. It is painful that these tragedies are avoidable but then our programmed thinking and the Nigerian culture of crass indiscipline, corruption, and dishonesty wouldn’t let us be. Rather we would heap the…

  • RANDOMS

    Is my son queer?

    I am a married woman with three children- two boys and a girl. My first child is a boy of ten years old who will be entering secondary school soon. I am worried about him. Worried about how he would cope in secondary school being an effeminate. Right from when he was a year old, he has always had a love for girly things- Barbie dolls, chewing gums and the colour pink. We had thought it was a phase that would go away with time, but with each passing year we fear it would remain so forever and maybe one day one psychopath would lynch him for walking like a…

  • FICTION

    How to keep a man

    In a crowded bus coming from Bendel you would see a pretty lady sitting at the back row, face pressed on the window. Her name is Onome. Her facebook profile reads ‘Lady gaga’ while her twitter handle reads something in the lines of ‘fair goddess’ but her complexion says otherwise. She is the colour of burnt yams, a streak of brown here, and then black there. Onome wants you to believe she is happy. To her, happiness is something you feign till you get it right. She doesn’t want you to think her life is miserable and she wakes each day feeling angry. Far from it, this pretty lady is…

  • DIARY

    Dealing with peer pressure

      Last vacation, I went home to the news that my junior brother- a boy of fourteen years had been initiated into the realms of cultism. First, I went through shock, a coldness creeping into my core, shaking the fibre of my being, while a quiet voice kept muttering ‘it can’t be true’. I couldn’t believe that a boy I trusted so well, who had showed such high promise could wallow in such stupidity to the extent of having the effrontery of subscribing to such horrendous idea. Common, this was a boy who had showed a special liking to books, and could read better than my other siblings. I was…

  • DIARY

    Sodom and Gommorah

    Everytime I pick a pen to write about living in Owerri, I feel weighed down by how lengthy it would be, and how detailed it should be. Like Hey girl, you shouldn’t leave anything out, paint it the way it is. I was nineteen when I first came to Owerri. A young girl who couldn’t differentiate her vagina from her vulva. A fresher tossed into the state varsity who knew next to nothing about the city. I remember too well that it was in that same year that I had experienced the ills of generalization and felt distraught on how society perceived Owerri ladies. It seemed like just yesterday that…

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