Authenticity and purpose
'You don’t get it, do you?’, Olanma says and walks out of The Peachy Tea Cafe where she had met up with Obiora. As the cafe’s door closes behind her, she exhales so loudly that the fat pigeon happily pecking away at breadcrumbs thrown by an elderly Asian lady, who’s seated sleepily on one of … Continue reading Saying goodbye to my atheist
Another sunny morning today in beautiful Metro Vancouver. My eyes are blood shot (again) as I look upon my reflection in the mirror. Drool and breast milk spots redesign the top of my pink PJ. As I wash my hands in the bathroom sink and walk over to the nursery to pick up my angel … Continue reading BOOK REVIEW: ‘The Secret Lives Of Baba Segi’s Wives’ and ‘Yinka, Where is Your Huzband?’
During my post-workout stretches, I like to reflect and on this day, I remembered a novel I had read as a teen in high school. The novel is the 1891 published ‘Tess of the d’Urbervilles’. Years after high school, I re-read that novel to the point it ripped in so many places from wear. The … Continue reading Musings in the gym
I recently had PRK (photorefractive keratectomy) – a form of laser eye surgery to correct 24 years of myopia and glasses dependence. It has been 7 weeks since the surgery and I am finally getting to a point where I can see things a little clearly. I will share my surgery experience soon. One thing … Continue reading I couldn’t ignore life
24. That's the number of years I have been dependent on prescription glasses and contacts. With a rigorous fit life and the use of face masks in public spaces, glasses have become more restrictive. For the longest time, I have considered elective eye correction and I proceeded to book a free consultation with one of … Continue reading Just another day in Vancouver
I can't remember the first book I read but I remember how it felt...oh what a thrill it was! Thankfully, I have parents that invested in my childhood interests. They bought me many books, made available pen and paper and at the age of 12, bought me a manual typewriter to encourage my love of … Continue reading Living severally
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