Last night I went to #Afterhours An Evening with Inua Ellams. It was dope. Now I don’t use the aforementioned colloquialism lightly, it genuinely was a wonderful and motivating closing event for the project he has been working on for the past year. #Afterhours was a free affair held at The Poetry Library in The… Continue reading #Afterhours with Inua Ellams
Tag: African writer
Lactic Acid Junkie
My name is Assumpta and I am a lactic acid junkie. There, I said it. If I’m honest I probably don’t really fit the profile so that admission is a stretch but it sounds catchier than “I like to do things that raise my heart rate and have an element of danger from time to… Continue reading Lactic Acid Junkie
One Saturday, Three Parties
Last month I went to three parties in one day. This sounds like a lot of movement – and it was. But my difficulty with the word “no” and desire to see friends I hadn’t spent time with in a while won over. Luckily for me, two of the events were only a few miles… Continue reading One Saturday, Three Parties
Pool Party Pandemonium
Just over a week ago (week ago…) my brother and his friends flew in to have a pool party at my parents’ house. And yes, it certainly was as indulgent as it sounds. Between himself and his friends, they flew in from 6 or 7 different countries if I’m not mistaken? Just for this party… Continue reading Pool Party Pandemonium
Wake-Up Call
Last week I went to a traditional Nigerian wedding with some high school friends (the bride also went to our high school). Nigerian weddings…actually Nigerian events in general, are very vibrant and lively affairs, as evidenced in a previous post of mine (read here) and this one was no different. Typically at Nigerian weddings, the… Continue reading Wake-Up Call
A Bolt From The Blue
For a very long time now I’ve been thinking that in my ideal world I would have a fly-on-the-wall photographer following me around capturing the best and most spontaneous moments in my life (plus awesome outfits). Then I could look back on them in years to come, share with family and friends like “oh yeah!… Continue reading A Bolt From The Blue
Forever Friends
I miss my friend. Don’t worry, she isn’t jamming with Jesus, she’s still with us mere mortals (although more often than not I wholeheartedly believe that she is superhuman - there’s nothing she can’t do!) And despite the fact that we communicate practically every day, I just miss her that’s all. She lives 300 miles… Continue reading Forever Friends
6 Word Story: Caution
So I'm feeling in a really minimalist mood at the moment hence the sparse nature of this post/story. I'm being very economical with my words: spoken and written and also with my time. The photos below were taken in front of my parents house in Nigeria, aka The White House (for obvious reasons), back in… Continue reading 6 Word Story: Caution
Climbing The Walls
I recently started climbing – and by that I mean I’ve been to the wall twice. However, on both occasions I was there for almost three hours so I’d say that entitles me to talk about it now... right? I was introduced to the pastime by a relatively newish but very cool friend of mine… Continue reading Climbing The Walls