PART 1 My father knew I was a man before I became a man. The act of becoming and the reality of becoming may be used interchangeably. Stories have it that I was named immediately my mother took in. My father defied the odds of “what if it is a girl in there?” and went […]
She wakes up weak, pale and blank. The emptiness she feels is choking. The problem is farfetched. Is it the ukwa she ate last night or the sex of last month when her fiancée came? She wouldn’t know.
Tell us about yourself in a summarized manner? Errrrrm, first, I am a human. I was born in the middle 90s into an average family. First of four boys and son of a dead father and a living mother. I am a serious non-conformist who does not give a hoot about what people would say […]
Last week, the news of the solidarity march for the detained Radio Biafra Director went viral like the news of a pastor who was caught masturbating. The whole place was muffled up in that news.
It began with uninvited visitations, it snowballed into a “hello-hi” friendship, it ended in hatred. I grew up in a block of flats that housed all kinds of people from different walks of life. Our landlord had earlier named it “home for all”.