I type this secretly in the confines of my bathroom walls, for I fear that if I dare go back into my room and see the unnerving pile of books I have to read, guilt and fear will overwhelm me and I will stop typing this and it becomes yet another unfinished draft.        Hello everyone. It’s been more than a while and as usual, I apologise for choosing to disappear, leaving a lot of people hanging, including myself. I also feel bad for all the potential stories that could have been developed into a post that I let slide: the one that still lingers on my mind would…

          Amaka’s spirit did not depart the day the rough looking men came to her school in their rusted brown trucks and buses, while she and the other girls were writing their final exams, spraying bullets in the air. She had thought the guns looked too sophisticated on them, such guns she saw in the American movies she loved so much. Her American-looking guns in the black, sun-burnt hands of the crude and unrefined attackers, whom she would later discover were terrorists, displeased her. It was such an unbefitting match. It was later,in one of the few buses they had squeezed her and the other girls into, that she…

       Hey people. So I haven’t posted in a while (probably more than a while), and I have no one to blame but myself. My hiatus was for two prominent reasons: my extreme laziness and also, I had problems putting down the posts in my head into words. I found out later that this was because I had been trying to write a “nice” post, and nice here does not refer to a good, excellent and well put together post. No. I had been trying to write in a friendly and acceptable way that wouldn’t offend anyone and would be approved by everyone. School had been quite tasking and I…

         Hello everyone. Let me start by apologizing for my disappearance. I have been lazy, and life has happened to me. Adulthood, to be precise. I have become responsible for and to myself, and it is all much too sudden. I always thought adulthood was supposed to be something you slowly transition into but apparently my friends and family don’t think so as they assume my new status as an undergraduate means I am ready for the adult world. Now, everyone involves me in conversations about a cousin that insists on getting married to a man involved in shady business, conversations that would be held in hushed tones in previous…

     If you haven’t guessed it yet, I am pro-black. I am all for the empowerment of the African race. I know that the words “black”, “African-American” and “American-African” all have different meanings, I know that the word “nigger” is derived from the word “negro; so in a way I am racially conscious. But being pro-black does not mean I am a crazy intellectual with the sort of radicalism that makes one go off the deep end. No, I also tend to do teenage things like spending a lot of my time on movies. Hollywood movies. And I have noticed the stereotype way in which Africa and Africans are portrayed…

       I am African and I love Africa. A place rich with diverse cultures, languages and traditions. A continent of resilient people who have experienced some of the greatest travails like The Slave Trade and have still emerged victorious. Wounded, but still victorious. There seems to be this spirit of brotherhood which bonds all Africans together, that tough spirit the western world calls the “African Spirit”. Africa is seen as a close-knit society. There is respect in Africa: young and old people know their places.        As important as respect is, there are some things which these “adults” do and say to young people, which are outrightly unacceptable. And by…

There are different kinds of females.        There are females who are insecure and need the attention of men to validate their feminity . They lack assurance in themselves and cover up their insecurities with cheap talk and endless ridicule of others.      There are females who don’t want others to have better lives than them; females who see another progressing, look for flaws and attack. They seem to intend no harm in their ranting, but deep down, their plan is to poison the mind of their listeners.         Then there are the clingy and dependent ones. Girls who laugh nervously when with boys, who wait on their every word.…

Hi! Welcome to my blog! I am a storyteller. I love the charm in words, the magical worlds they have the ability to create. Since my primary schooldays, I have been identified with writing. So growing up, I was a cultured African child who loved to write stories and wanted to be a surgeon. Things changed in my Senior Secondary School years. I had a change in my perception of things. I found God and I also found a different genre of literature. Books, writings, articles on past and contemporary  events. Historical books. I began to know about the Berlin Conference, the Biafran War, Malcolm X, Camara Laye, John Wesley;…