I grew up in a calm, what you can almost call a slow city. At that time, most adults who were literate worked for the government. Before the expansion of the big oil companies, factories, and commercial banks, government workers were the ones who ran the city. These government employees comfortably woke up at 8 AM to get ready for work and would often be seen seated in their living rooms before 5 PM, waiting for the…

I have a tidy smile. I should smile more than I currently do. I never thought I could live a day without taking my vitamins until I couldn’t afford them. The war in Ukraine has gone on longer than I expected. I lost an election. The weather has been great; the sun and her beautiful color. My Dad misses me, too. He wants us to talk more frequently than we currently do, but I am…

I have always had a weird relationship with food and feeding myself in general. I find hunger soothing, sometimes. Okay, maybe this isn’t as weird as my brain convinced me it is, after all. Perhaps I find hunger soothing because I am a lazy person who wouldn’t be bothered to make proper meals most of the time. Well, whichever it is, my point is, I don’t always look at food or take the task of…

“Time makes it possible to pick up and carry on.” I lost count of the number of times I said this, on the morning following the day Dr. Chike Akunyili died. I woke up and read the news. I thought about his children and what seeing their father in such a helpless state would do to them. I wasn’t related to the man, yet, devasted. I could not imagine the load of their grief. I…

What a year it was – 2020, I mean. I think I may have slept through New Year’s Eve, the memories are a bit fuzzy. However, I know that for me, the year 2020 came just like the years before it – with me snoring lightly on my bed. I remember just a month before the new year, how I started a new job after I grew tired of the unhappiness my old job supplied…

I would give anything not to see her look at me this way. The way she hugs her end of the car seat, I must stink. When you spend two months in a holding cell – that is with little or no running water, you’d stink too. Is this rock bottom? Because it sure feels like it. What is it I see in her eyes? Is that disdain? My phone rings again, but this time…