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…

My father is 70 today. I have looked forward to this day even more than I have my thirtieth birthday. After the scare, ten years ago, I am more than grateful to God that I still have my father with me…Continue Reading

According to my Mother, this was supposed to be the year I got married. She has never been one to hem and haw over what she wanted. Well, I guess almost all Mothers are this way when it comes to this particular talking point. ‘you are thirty now.’ ‘A woman’s eggs dry up as she ages.’ Bluntness saves time. The kid whose parents asked if her friends had their own homes; because she was always…

Shame? Defeat? Anger? Relief? I am going to rule out relief. I mean, it can’t possibly be. We are sitting at the back of the same car; it has been 20 minutes; his neck has not shifted from the window. If I didn’t know him, I would have said he was shy. But he was not. He is broken. Europe broke him. The pandemic lasted for six months and for the first time in earth’s…

Who writes marriage vows with expiration dates in mind? What does the ‘forever’ in ‘forever after’ mean when people pledge the same to one another? Perhaps, I will stay with you as long as it takes love to run out. What makes a loving and charming spouse turn into a demon, a devil’s incarnate? You would think the first time would do them in, when the first slap landed on her face. The impact gradually…

If only you were having sex. Maybe, just maybe you could calm these raging nerves. Grownup touch; you have missed for so long. You stand in front of the mirror, and you literally feel your banging body wasting. This waist ought to be held by some sweet hands. These nipples are eager to be massaged. This amazing art of God yearns to be worshiped. You quickly go on the internet in search of Yvonne Orji….

The relief I feel afterward is confusing I wonder, could it be from releasing those tears? Hot, dropping down my cheeks with force like water traveling through a pipe The kind of crying that comes from the pit of the stomach and brings a headache with it The headache forcing me to stop thinking about the things I can’t control I call them my bitterest tears. Heaven knows we need not be ashamed of our…