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Among my Nigerian people, in the issues concerning gender and tribe, there is covert sexism and tribalism. Even women are sexist against other women and against themselves. Yes, I'm Igbo. Yes, my husband is Yoruba. But now that we have a child together, Nigerians are telling me that my daughter is Yoruba. No, sir. No, ma. My child isn't Yoruba. She is an Igbo-Yoruba girl. Long before I ever met Igwe and before I knew that my husband would be Yoruba, I had made the decision that my Read More
Yo. I don't ever start sentences with yo. In fact, yo is not a part of my vocabulary, but as the newest, coolest member of the BlogHer17 advisory board, I feel like my vocabulary needs to evolve. So yo. Wait, lemme tell you about the BlogHer17 advisory board. You guys, I love BlogHer. You know this, right? I attended my first ever BlogHer conference in 2014, and ever since then, I have continued to go consecutively. Last year, I was 6 months pregnant when I went, and this year, I went with Read More
My child is one today. My child. Exactly one year ago, I began a new journey in my life that I didn't know would be so great and so fulfilling. The irony of motherhood is that it takes so much out of you, all day, every day, but it gives you so much more. Fulfillment. Purpose. Joy. Gratitude. Awe. How long have I been dreaming about being a mommy? Possibly all my life. I mean, what would you call those days and nights I spent taking care of my plastic doll? I have told the story about Read More
In this week's episode of Verastic Life, I'm back to America and it's an extremely chill week. I'm still tired from the trip from Nigeria back to America. Ada Verastic turns 11 months, and I attack the goat meat Igwe bought from the meat market. Thank you for watching!! Don't forget to like, share, and subscribe! Read More
In this week's episode, I pretty much conclude my visit to Nigeria. I tie up lose ends and I exit. One of the major to-do things on my list of 13 things I had to do in Nigeria was meeting some Sweet Potatoes, and thankfully, it happened. It was not perfect, and it almost didn't happen because we only concluded on a venue the night before, and that's why I'm especially grateful for these ladies who showed up from near and far. Next time, it will be more organized. Thank you for coming out, Sweet Read More
