Each time an aunty at a party asks me ba wo ni? The real answer is a lodge in my throat. I reply the way I know how; I am good aunty. Days like this I shrink into a cage of shame. Maybe it’s partly to do with my father, I was hesitant to learn… Continue reading On Losing My Language
As A Man Speaks
Things I Wish You Knew There is something in you, lighter than loyalty but darker than desertion indefinable enough to confine truth in my mouth it’s been 7 years and I finally feel the itch psychologists refer to but I am struggling to tell you.
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