Vera Ezimora, Author at Verastic

April 24, 2023

It’s Been A Year Since My Mom Transitioned

We all die, right? I mean, we all know that eventually, we all die. We do not leave here alive. We are born, we live, and then, we die. Or in my dad's favorite words, "we perish." I don't like perish by the way. We're not fruits. As of the typing of this post, it's a few days to the anniversary of my mom's transition. I'm sitting in a booth in Panera Bread, people-watching and thinking. There was a little white boy in the booth in front of me. I'd peg him to be about a year and a half old. He Read More

February 13, 2023

Conversations With God About My Dating Life

Dating can be one kind. Sometimes, it feels like a cool breeze on a hot summer day, and sometimes, it feels like learning the anatomy of a dinosaur in Mandarin.As it came to pass, I was actively trying and failing to learn the anatomy of a dinosaur in Mandarin. The harder I tried, the harder I failed. When complaining and crying myself to sleep made no difference, I resorted to talking to God, and He actually talked back. "Dear God," I cried, "I just want love. I want a man of integrity. I want Read More

May 26, 2022

I Lost My Mom

I cannot tell you how much time I spent agonizing over the title of this post. This post that I promised to publish last week Monday but failed to do, and it was not for lack of trying. This post that I do not want to write and cannot believe that I'm writing. In my head, if I write it, I will make it true. Yet, it's been one month since I last spoke to my mom, and I have never gone this long without speaking to my mom. I have never even gone for up to a week without talking to her. So, it must Read More

February 7, 2022

February 1, 2022

What Black History Month Means When You’re Black (But Also African)

Vera Ezimora - Verastic - Black History Month

My life officially began in Leningrad, Russia, and you have guessed correctly that there was no Black History Month there. I spent four years of my life in Russia before my parents moved us back to Nigeria. I do not remember much of my life in Russia, but my parents have told me the story several times of how I was once called a monkey because I was black. I do not recall this, so it does not affect me in anyway. I still dream of going back to visit Russia someday. After Russia, I spent some Read More

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