"Do you know who I am?", the older man yells with his nose scrunched up like I have never seen an African nose scrunched up before. "Who the hell are you? Who cares who you are, Oga? Don't touch my bag again. I have warned you", the younger lady dressed in a baggy, brown T-shirt … Continue reading Cabin-ish Fever
Can I eat in you?
'I'll quit right now if you insist', I said looking my co-worker straight in her ocean blue eyes which looked bigger behind her thick rimmed glasses. She knew I was serious and I was. My earliest memory of how a toilet should be was when I was in Nursery school. I had been escorted by … Continue reading Can I eat in you?
Book Review: ‘And The Mountains Echoed’ by Khaled Hosseini
When I came across "Do you even know how strong God has made you?...How strong and good He has made you?" as I read this book, I stopped. I placed the book, open but down turned, on my thighs as I sat in bed and a tear came to my right eye. Despite the many … Continue reading Book Review: ‘And The Mountains Echoed’ by Khaled Hosseini
9 months later…
9 months ago, two people were born. My ever-smiling son and me, Fifi, the fiercely loving mother. Perhaps one of my greatest traits and weakness (ironical, eh?) is my propensity to love the heck out of people. Motherhood, however, opened up an insane truckload of excess and overwhelming love. If you gaze closely at me, … Continue reading 9 months later…
Two peas in a pod?
"The end justifies the means, Amy!", Kat yells. Amy can see the large veins at the side of Kat's neck pulsating with her clearly fast-racing heart. This was meant to be a light conversation but somehow it had made a dangerous detour. Amy knows she can put an end to this, especially seeing Kat gulp … Continue reading Two peas in a pod?
A September to be
Yesterday's devotional was around the bible verse of Galatians 6:7 which states "For whatever a man sows, that and that only shall he reap". September is a special month for me. It marks a very sudden and colourful change. From whining about the scorching heat, we are ushered into the beginning of cooler toward freezing … Continue reading A September to be
A Walk to Waterfront
Like a gluttonous seagull successfully grabbing a tourist’s pizza with its beak and flying away triumphantly with the cheesy loot, W was gone. My girlfriend visited Vancouver last week and as a wonderful hostess, Baby A and I decided to indulge her photo-taking obsession by taking a walk from Granville down to Waterfront. It was … Continue reading A Walk to Waterfront
Saying goodbye to my atheist
'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
Over a pot of stew
‘Ha!’, Nkoli exclaims and scratches her scalp under her newly installed weave covered protectively in a large bonnet. Her thick thighs open and close rapidly to the beat of her racing heart. She’s seated on the edge of her bed facing the closed door. She’s waiting. She’s been waiting for the knob of the door … Continue reading Over a pot of stew
BOOK REVIEW: ‘The Secret Lives Of Baba Segi’s Wives’ and ‘Yinka, Where is Your Huzband?’
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?’