So Who Is Vera Ezimora Really?
Short version: I am a multi-passionate storyteller, and I tell my stories through many different means.
Long version: I am a Russian-born Nigerian living in the States. I have spent most of my life outside Nigeria, but I am still a Nigerian. This is evidenced by my freezer always being stocked with tomatoes, very hot peppers, and of course, goat meat. Also, my American friends can’t eat my food without breaking into a sweat, fanning themselves profusely, and gulping down a gallon of water. No idea what that’s about.
I started blogging in 2006 – January 26th to be precise – and I have not been able to stop, but I was a writer long before that. I am socially and culturally aware, but I don’t know everything, and I am learning every day. I share my views liberally on this blog, and I am able to do this because I pay for this blog. My intention is never to offend or provoke, but sometimes, it happens. I consider this the collateral damage of being honest.
Blogging isn’t the only thing I do. I am also a writer, an aspiring author, a speaker, a vlogger, a content creator, a storyteller, an entrepreneur, a future globetrotter, a baby feminist, a self-proclaimed cultural ambassador (because it sounds really cool), a challenger of Nigerian, African (and generally human) norms (because this, too, sounds really, really cool), a truth-sayer, a blogging, branding, and social media consultant, and a media mogul in the making.
Believe it or not, but someone [Igwe] actually married me, and he was not held at gunpoint to do so either. On October 20th 2015, I was blessed with a baby girl. Some day in the future, I will also be blessed with a set of confusingly identical twin boys. I have a great relationship with my parents, especially my mommy (although she says I think like a man – whatever that might mean), and people always think I look like her until they meet my daddy.
I’m tough on the outside – I know this – but inside, I’m all pink and soft and girly. I like to be spoiled by my parents and my man (and in the future, my children, too). I get excited over nail polish and makeup, and shoes, and I am not ashamed to admit it. I can cry for just about everything, even commercials and greeting cards. I cannot count how many times Igwe has asked me, “Why are you crying now?” Outside my home, I’m a bad ass, no-nonsense woman, but inside, I’m just a little girl who wants her mommy and loves sniffing her baby.
The biggest criticism I have received from friends and family is, “Vera, you play too much!” It’s true. I am sometimes incapable of being serious, which is why I have deployed a serious picture above to imply otherwise. Some of my favorite activities include reading, watching television, sleeping, eating cold meat, and throwing all kinds of shade.
I have an addiction to milk, yogurt, strawberry shortcake ice cream, and the smell of Igwe’s body. I believe in the Most High God and His only son, Jesus Christ, Creator of the heavens and the earth, Author and Finisher of my faith. My Protector. My Deliverer. My Provider. My Healer. My Timekeeper. My Savior. My belief in God is not up for negotiation. This is Vera Ezimora, Circa December 17th 2016 – 4:52 AM (P.S. I’m a night owl).
Verastic is a personal, lifestyle, and humor blog about issues close to my heart: (1) Being authentically Nigerian (2) Sharing the many aspects of my life (3) Motherhood (4) The Nigerian culture and how it’s repressive to women, (5) Commentaries on current events that I find interesting, (6) Social and cultural norms that are still not normal to me, (7) Women’s lives and gender gap (8) My spirituality (9) And sometimes, humor! Every word on this blog should be read with caution: sarcasm, satire, and humor. A little prayer won’t hurt either.
Verastic is an honest blog. I discuss issues as I see them, not as the world wants me to see them. I am not always right, and I do not pretend to know everything, but you can be sure that what you are reading on my blog is how I’m feeling at that particular time. I refer to my readers as my Sweet Potatoes because they are very, very dear to my heart, and I also refer to them as the Council of Elders because they sometimes treat me like I am their child, and they are very protective of me. They are the best.
With Verastic, I hope to enlighten, connect with, and entertain my fellow Nigerian millennials living outside of Nigeria (but still dreaming of going home and eating all-you-can-eat nkwobi).
If you are interested in working with me and/or my blog, please read the Work With Me page to find out how this can happen. If you have any questions at all for me, please don’t hesitate to contact me.