If you have no idea who Muyiwa is, you should read this short post about him first before reading this one. So, when I wrote about Muyiwa the first time, most of the people that commented were more interested in what happened after the Igbo boy tried to rub my back and I allegedly ran away. Err, it was not alleged o! I did run away. But let me give you the conclusion of the story. Remember I told you {Read More}
His Name Was Muyiwa
August 13, 2012 by 20 Comments
While I was driving to wherever I was driving to two days ago, I remembered my friend, Bianca – not her real name, but close enough – and how we rapidly became close. Both of her parents were half Nigerian and half Lebanese, so I don’t know what that made her – quarter cast? – but she looked like a very light-skinned black girl. Her hair was the same texture as mine, except longer. She was beautiful. She had big {Read More}
Whose Fanta Is It Anyway?
June 14, 2010 by 30 Comments
I was at the African store the other day when a Kenyan man walked in with his two children – a boy and a girl of about three and five years old respectively. There was a fridge stuffed with a variety of soft drinks. Naturally, the kids reached for the Fanta. There’s something about the orange soft drink that makes it irresistible to kids (and sometimes adults, too). I vividly remember Fanta being my favorite drink as a child. Not {Read More}
I Wish To Go Back…
August 16, 2009 by 31 Comments
It’s funny how when you’re a child, you spend everyday dreaming about becoming an adult. When I was a child, that was my number one problem. I needed to become an adult, so I could do so many things. I wanted to wear make-up. I wanted to have money. I wanted to paint my toe nails. I wanted to be in the University. I wanted to talk to boys without hiding. I wanted to get married. I wanted to have {Read More}
