I asked myself this question with tear-filled eyes and a runny nose after listening to a melancholy music for the sixth time. The song is a favorite mostly because it is capable of making my eyes water and my heart bleed. It also sucks me into a vortex of emotions…

When was the last time you had a bath under the stars? Well, I indulge in that pleasure more often than you’d believe. Some nights it’s a hurried, fear-filled bath. Other nights it’s just a bath with the tendrils of my mind far far away. But, on nights like tonight…

Somewhere in my psychology textbook or notes is an allusion to forced forgetfulness. Purposely refusing to retain a piece or pieces of information due to trauma or so many other reasons. While flipping through the pages of my memory today, I came across an almost forgotten page. An almost forgotten…

(I don’t feel like a writer today.) It’s easy to urge us to keep loving. To keep our hearts open and warm. To resist the icy winds pain creates. It’s easy to tell us not to change. Explain how special we are. How very rare our gifts are. How very…

The warm feeling that rises in our chests when a recently dry horizon turns green is grossly underrated. It’s easier to smile through the day when our nostrils are awash with crisp morning air and our vision meets colors rather than dreary brown stalks and withered leaves. Green symbolizes a…

“Call me whenever you need me. That’s what friends are for. . . I might not call everyday but I’ll always be here for you.” The moment those words left my lips I knew I had uttered a profound lie. I knew I wasn’t that girl anymore. The girl that…

I’m almost certain you witnessed my heart break alongside my phone screen sometime last year. On that fateful morning,I was all dressed for school,resplendent in a formal attire and quite ready to turn heads. I can remember the details of my outfit. It was an ash skirt with a thigh…

The journey to Enugu wasn’t all roses and sunshine. It was barely sunflowers and fresh air. I struggled to pay for my acrylics. I didn’t plan on getting them. I wanted to go natural. Be natural. Up until he sent me a video of him cooking with his female best…

‘Good evening ma.’ I greeted hesitantly, taking a quick scan of her expression to confirm my fears. She must be tired of seeing me in her house. I had become a constant figure. Relatively constant, that is. One that pops up whenever her son is in town. 'Ehe,good evening.’ she…