by Fisayomi Eko-Davies The northern part of the country had become quite unsafe and there was so much distrust among neighbours. I had been staying with my aunt in Abuja…
by Fisayomi Eko-Davies When I was in secondary school, my family went through some financial crisis and I remembered that despite knowing how bad the situation at home was, I trusted…
If we all are of the same race, religion and family, would discrimination cease to exist? Wouldn’t you love if you could peel off the skin that guides people’s hearts…
Basic things of life are strange to us and our mothers worship the grounds our enslavers walk upon. I hope I get inspired to write about something else soon because…
...maybe I have taken the first step, the step to self-realization, that person that resides in me is the one that needs to be loved. Oh! That crack, could that…
Nothing is fun, everyday is the same in this room, my ceilings fascinate me and I think I know how many strands of fabric there are in my wrapper. She…
I am a sojourner in someone else's home, my innocence departed with age and I have been forced into the jail of adulthood, living each day of my life desiring…