I should be taking some alchie as I write this, no? I mean c’mon, I am already listening to The Riddle by Five For Fighting. I am filled to the brim with music and words. I am finding myself in that dark (and not in that icky general way that mud-bloods define it) yet comfortable … More AS IT SEEMS…
Purposely, I stayed away from writing on here. Not because I lost interest or because I was too busy. No. Let me tell you, there were nights that I had to fight the urge to pick up my phone and just post away. But I stifled it. I wanted to know what would happen to … More ONE NAKED WALK…
Ever been in that situation? Where you’re so busy staying on your own… doing your own thing… trying hard not to be a very obvious force of nature. And before you know it, some “thing” happens, taking you completely by surprise, making you wonder if planet Earth is planet Earth and not Jupiter in disguise. … More A TALE OF RANDOM ELECTRIC OWLS!!!
Most of you might not know how much of a foodie I am. Well at least as much of a foodie as I can be without actually eating lots of food. And not for lack of trying. And yes, I have tried. I might not eat platters but I’ll do rat sized bits of bliss. … More FOOD BLAH BLAHs OF A LAGOS WEIRD GIRL
I really am a weird person. Or a mad person. Or both. Or maybe I am not a person at all. Maybe I am an undiscovered species. A cross between a moss and an algae (lichen?) and a human being and an alien and something in-between. Sometimes, even I have no idea what I am. I … More THE GIRL WHO LOVED… AND LIVED.
I was just now listening to this song. And I dunno… What I am about to blog about now, totally unplanned. I was going to blah blah about the time I spent with a friend on Friday. About how it felt so good to be with a person who knew me, and whom I knew. … More MUSIC… MON DIEU… MUSIC.
If you didn’t already know, I am Nigerian. Intrinsically from the Eastern part. Igbo to be precise. And that is where the title of this post is from… An Igbo title for an Igbo girl, ya dig? Nkem. My own. It means, my own. Now see, I cannot count the number of times I … More NKEM… MY OWN.