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Sweet Potatoes, Where do I begin? I don't know if I should start by wishing you a Happy New Year or by apologizing for even showing up here today to wish you a Happy New Year. You're right, I should start by wishing you a Happy New Year. So, Happy New Year. It feels like you and I were in a good relationship, and then I just disappeared and ghosted you and never explained to you what happened, why I left. And now, I have shown up at your door with a bouquet of flowers to tell you that Read More
I have been in hibernation and have not written here for almost five months, but as much as I tried to, I could not ignore Busola Dakolo's story. I actually tried to ignore it, not because I thought it was insignificant, but because I was just too angry and too exhausted and too frustrated that stories like this one continue to come out of Nigeria AND Nigerians continue to react the same way. Also, this is not the first time a woman has spoken against Biodun Fatoyinbo. Who remembers Ese Walter Read More
I absolutely love reading books. I used to be a voracious reader, but I don't have as much time anymore (hello adulthood and motherhood). I still remember when I first came to America and found out that I could borrow an unlimited number of books from the library for free. What! That summer, I read like a mad woman. Of course, mom was happy because her teenage daughter preferred to stay home and read AND it did not cost her any money. She only had to drive me to the library and help me haul my Read More
Alternative title: Men Should Marry Women Who Are Within Their Budget. Today's story is inspired by a conversation (read: heated argument) I had with a friend a while ago. I had mentioned to him that a male friend of mine was proposing to his girlfriend and we (friends) were invited and going to witness this proposal. My friend - let's call him Nnamdi - proceeded to tell me how he did not believe that proposals should be this big thing. He said it was the wedding ceremony that needed to be Read More
True story. My coworker at my former job is a lesbian, and she wants me. Or let me say, she wanted me and still wants me. But I only just found out. I was speaking to another former coworker and we happened to be speaking about this lesbian coworker. Let's call the lesbian coworker Tina because her name starts with a T. When we worked together, I did not know she was a lesbian. She was never the girly girl type, but that doesn't mean much these days. We were never really close, and I did Read More
