Vera Ezimora, Author at Verastic

February 5, 2018

January 31, 2018

And Just Like That, January Is Over

I remember toward the end of last year, I was desperate to enter 2018 already. For me, it was because 2017 had been quite a difficult year, but as of October 2017, I did not know that it was only going to get worse. And if someone had told me that the events that occurred last year would happen to me AND that I would emerge from the year stronger than when I entered it, I would have laughed hysterically because (1) things like that don't happen to me, and (2) there is no way something that Read More

January 29, 2018

Sweet Potatoes, Can I Know You?

So, this is one of the many things that I have been planning on doing but yet to do. However, in this 2018 that we have entered, I am ready to cross things off my list. The title of this post is a play on how Nigerian interviewers start their interviews by asking the interviewee, "Can we know you?" So in my case, I'd like to know you. Here's the idea: I have been blogging for years, and you know so much about me. I have shared so much of my life with you that I sometimes don't remember what I Read More

January 26, 2018

Nothing Teaches Motherhood Like Motherhood

I used to be one of those people: the ones who knew everything about motherhood and parenting without being a mother and a parent. In fact, I remember – with lots of shame and regret – that I once wrote a scathing piece about crying babies in churches, a post where I literally threatened to throw both the baby and its mother out of the church, although I wrote that sarcastically. But still ... Now that I am a mom, I look back at my non-mom self with pursed lips, judgmental eyes, and a Read More

January 24, 2018

Dear Nigerians, Say No To Combo Vendors

Dear Nigerians - Combo Vendors - Verastic

Dear Nigerians, please gather around and let's discuss. Like most of you, I have attended a lot of parties, and some of them have been great, while the others have left me scratching my head. One of the most "memorable" parties I attended was years ago, and it was a child's party. I actually do not remember who the child was, how old the child was turning, or who the parents even were. All I remember is that I laughed till my stomach hurt. See, what had happened was, the hosts hired one man to Read More

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