• 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…

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    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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    What it feels like to be me

    I’m lying on the bed, having the worst of cramps, trying so hard not to snap or yell at my roomies who are preparing for lectures. It is 8:14AM and there is just a shaft of sun ray in the room, fusing with the electric light to give us illumination. I have been thinking a lot since I woke up. Of childhood. Little beginnings and once in a while surprises. Growing up, I had wanted so much to be an adult within a twinkle of an eye. I wanted to wear pretty dress, have boyfriends and paint my lips a screaming red. No one told me to be careful of…

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    Dear Diary

    I saw a question on quora today. ‘What bothers you about Nigeria’. The answers were the usual; corruption, poor economy, terrorism, over population etc. I found myself engrossed in these answers, reading and shrinking in shame. Wondering when it would all get better. When we wouldn’t have to answer silly questions about the country. The sight of a madman having breakfast of stale bread dunked in a puddle by the roadside reminded me of yet another problem in Nigeria. And yes, one of the things that bothers me most about Nigeria is the way mental issues are sidelined and tagged spiritual. In secondary school I had a classmate who sometimes…

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