A Letter To My Blossoming Hair



Dear Blossoming hair,

You’ve only grown an inch since the last time I checked in the mirror.

Was this only minutes ago? Or was it last week?

I can’t remember.

I only know that watching you grow has my eyes bulging from their sockets like owls watching night birth the dawn.

I run my hands through you with the impatience of a toddler.

Why won’t you grow any faster?

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“Ronke, focus on me. Ronke!!” Dolapo whispered in a harsh, desperate tone as she tried to shake Ronke out of the trance she seemed to have fallen into.

“Dolapo, I can feel them. Every single one of them. Oh God” Ronke repeated, squeezing her eyes tight shut.

Her eyes flew open almost immediately as a lone tear rolled down her left cheek.

Dolapo threw frantic glances around. Her eyes met warm brown ones but she looked away hurriedly. It was always best to avoid eye contact at these events. The crowd pressed against them, screaming as they lifted their hands skyward. The fear of being trampled threatened to overpower her but she remembered how dangerous fear was to her friend at the moment

Ronke’s eyes glazed over as she stared into the distance. She had curled into herself and Dolapo’s arms around her shoulders were the only thing keeping her from collapsing into a pile on the dirty tarred ground. Read More

Lagos is a bubble. Burst it

I am a snob.

I do not say this with pride. In fact there’s a bit of sheepishness tinged with shame in that confession.

For someone who claims to be reasonably well-traveled and open-minded or as we call in these days – “woke”, I’m under-exposed to the most important country of all…mine.

There’s a certain arrogance that comes with being a Lagosian. I claim this title of Lagosian and have claimed it for over twenty-something years. [I dare anyone to challenge me] Keep on reading!

Chastity [3]

For a four year old Inem was quite the chatterbox.

Even now as I attempted to braid her thick natural curls, she was regaling me with the exploits of her arch nemesis at school while Chase interrupted her ever so often with some grammar correction.

“So I toled her..”

“Told” Chase interjected. She was reclining on a couch about a foot away from us casually flipping through a magazine. The 52 inch tv on the wall was tuned to Disney Junior where Mickey and the Roadster Racers was showing.  Read More


Chastity [2]

It was 12:30pm on a Wednesday and the boys and I had just returned from lunch at the office canteen.

The starter had been turkey pepper soup, followed by jollof rice, moin-moin, coleslaw and grilled chicken and finally fruit salad.

We were sitting on Okey’s desk discussing the results of the US elections while picking our teeth. I worked in the Production Unit of Oasis, an indigenous oil and gas company.

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