Life is not a matter of having good cards, but of playing a poor hand well. When my supervisor first assigned me to teach one of her classes, my first thought was, ‘yass it is finally happening!’ I had wanted to teach since day one and it was finally happening after months. Exciting, right? I, however, was not prepared for…
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Until John, I had always followed the right at crossroads. It was what mother taught me, that the right is right and left is wrong. That men who were not believers were not my ocean to fish in. That such men had their portion of women that God allocated to them in the world and I wasn’t one of those.…
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‘It really is no use being close to someone who breaks you apart more than they pull you together.’ Ben’s friendship with me ended with a suddenness similar to which it began, and at the weirdest place; an evangelistic mission. It happened like a fire does, leaving nothing to salvage. When it was done, it left us being nothing more…
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Shameful as it is, I am forced to ask you how you like your apology done. Rare, medium or well-done? Because, where do I start to explain my prolonged absence? Do I begin with an apology or do I ask you if you still love me and wait while your silence breaks my heart? Maybe I should just clink my…
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I used to get offended when people would say that we people back home were stretching our legs in the sun, waiting for our relatives in America (or any country abroad for that matter) to send us money or to come save us from poverty altogether. I still get infuriated at such utterances. But back then, it simply baffled me…
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