Do’s and don’ts of writing love poems.

Valentine's day is next weekend, and I know some of you would want to write sweet words to your loved ones. Here are some helpful tips to guide you as you write your love poems: Do's and don'ts of writing love poems. Do: read existing poetry for inspiration and to build your writing confidence.Don't plagiarize.... Continue Reading →

Mini Story: ‘Goal!’.

Omonigho knew that if she wanted to ask her Husband for a favour, the best time to do so was on Saturday afternoon. She knew that she would find him in his favourite chair in the sitting room which faced the television at a perfect angle, wearing the glazed and perpetually weary expression of an... Continue Reading →

#Repost Series. 5 Items A Nigerian Woman Must Have In Her Handbag.

We love our clichés in Nigeria; ‘to be fore-warned is to be fore-armed’ and ‘a stich in time saves nine’ are two of my favourites. As a Nigerian woman, however, I have found that when leaving my house for work, or to see a movie, or for any occasion, it is very important that I... Continue Reading →

#Repost Series No.1: 3 Hair Phases I Have Gone Through As A Nigerian Woman.

  The phenomenon that is the Nigerian woman’s hair could be likened to balancing a basket of jewels on top of one’s head. Nigerian hair is wonderful. It is precious. It is beautiful to look at. It is at your own peril if you touch it without permission. (Seriously though, please do not touch a... Continue Reading →

Short Story: Kama Sutra.

'Arghhhhhhh!' There was a thud as he landed on the floor. She rolled her eyes and stifled her laughter. 'My back!' He groaned. 'Hmmm, sorry dear. Are you alright?' She tried to infuse as much concern into her voice as she could. She sat up, pulling the bed covers over her bare chest. 'No, I'm... Continue Reading →

Jollof Rice: That’s What You Are To Me!

  Like Jollof rice, The sight of you calms the storms in my belly, I see you and feel energized and no longer weary. Like Jollof rice, The scent of you is like a party for my nose, I smell you and I start to write romantic prose. Like Jollof rice, The sound of your... Continue Reading →

Short Story: Braids Gone Wrong.

‘Nooo, this cannot be happening! Not today!’ Bosede moaned, staring at the handful of braids which had come off along with her hair. She was in the process of getting ready for work and had decided to oil her scalp before putting on her makeup. As she removed the rubber band which held her braids... Continue Reading →

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