The first time my mother told me she loved me was the day she gave birth to me. The second time when she fed me from her breasts. As I grew, she wove the story of her love for me into the fabric of my life. The yarn stained with her blood and the loom … Continue reading Our love language…..
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A letter to my daughter, things I wish I was told.
Saying No isn't disrespectful. No matter what they're asking for, no matter who they are. If you don't want to do it, you look them in the eyes and you tell them No. Your body isn't a dirty secret, you don't have to hide behind words like cookie, boobs, tits, punani and pussy. You call … Continue reading A letter to my daughter, things I wish I was told.
Balance for better
On this beautiful international women's day, I want to talk about standards, and how they relate to gender. Let's start with sexuality. Where I'm from, it's a common thing to expect girls to keep our virginity until marriage, I don't have a problem with this.... My religious beliefs support it. My problem with it is … Continue reading Balance for better
Secondary school tales III
We've all had scary teachers, but this story isn't about just a scary teacher. Mr T was the object of my nightmares..... The most memorable thing he did to me happened when I was in junior secondary school. One bright and beautiful morning, I woke up and found my head turned awkwardly to the left. … Continue reading Secondary school tales III
Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
Everywhere they say dream big, maybe they'll come true. But how big is too big?. Is it too big to dream about winning a Pulitzer prize when you can barely read your own writing without wanting to bang your head against the wall, or are you too critical of yourself?. You want to be a … Continue reading Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
Secondary school tales II
This entire story I'm about to tell you would never have happened if I wasn't such a stubborn goat sometimes. It all started when senior Ande and senior Ada asked me to wash a couple of plates for them.... In boarding school, the seniors (ss3 students) were gods and the rest of us were there … Continue reading Secondary school tales II
Secondary school tales I (crush)
When I got my first real crush, it was 2011, I was 10 years old, and I was in my first year of secondary school.... I had been carted off to boarding school ( one of the best things to ever happen to me) and was struggling to survive alone. You see, I haven't always … Continue reading Secondary school tales I (crush)
Ire( a short story)
It was a beautiful evening in the little town of Iré in South western Nigeria. The air had the refreshing scent of soil soaked with water and young shoots pushing out of the earth. The dark clouds parted to reveal a sky stained pink by the setting sun, and birds chirped merrily while a gentle … Continue reading Ire( a short story)
I have no idea what this is about
My loves, happy new year!!!!!!!!!. So on New year's day everyone was all boo'd up, and I was just looking... Because I'm stupid single.😭😭😭 This whole single situation is all because I've been waiting for my knight in shining soccer shorts to come and sweep me off my feet and drive me into the sunset … Continue reading I have no idea what this is about
The most embarrassing day ever
Mummy if by some unfortunate twist of fate you're reading this. This story is about another Ronke, the day this happened I was reading my Bible and meditating. It was a cold harmattan night...... Or not, I can't remember. Our heroine( whose name is Ronke and who just happens to be the same age as … Continue reading The most embarrassing day ever
The Sheba 