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.
This post of one, I write with everything in me. I write with truth, with my hopes, my dreams, who I am… I leave nothing out. Nothing. I feel at this moment, like an artiste about to perform on stage. About to play her instrument. With the weight of the world on my shoulders. With … More THE POST OF ONE
I think that people cling so hopelessly to religion because they have no sense of self. It’s why they make a mess of it. Because they are a bunch of people who do not know who they are. And so they delve into religion to gain a sense of self. But they do not know … More RELIGION: WINGS TO FLY WITH OR NOOSE AROUND YOUR NECK?
Okay. Try to forget my corny smile in that feature image. Business first, yes? I remember that the reason I started blogging was to eviscerate. It was not supposed to be about anyone else but me. My truths, my opinions… life according to the gospel of me. I often wonder if I have strayed from … More A TALE OF TWO FRIENDS
Usually I blog once a week, but I couldn’t resist this one. It was pouring out of me. So here goes. But wait. Plug in to Birdy’s “Wings”. Listen. Feel it. It flows with this post. And I saw Bearded Monster again. All this time spent trying to make him hate me, all the time … More ONE SWEET MOMENT…
I was blindly watching re-runs of Being Mary Jane (you know, something to do until morning comes because I couldn’t sleep and I needed to flourish) and I chanced upon the part where she was being congratulated by the head of her network for getting them noticed but that though they do not want her … More CRYSTAL TEARS AND GLASS JARS…
I’m listening to ColdPlay’s Viva la Vida as I write this and let me tell you, the song fits. I am a sick kind of happy. Considering the fact that I gave a chunk of my heart to the friend of my heart who gave both his heart and the chunk of mine willingly to … More THE WITCH, THE BULLET, AND THE CIGARETTE.