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}

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}