I didn't go to the dentist for – not because I did not want to go, but because going to the dentist just wasn’t something I thought I had to do (unless I had a problem), and even when I was curious about going, my lack of insurance hindered me. Eventually, I did go, and it was not out of curiosity, but because my teeth had suddenly developed an aversion to anything that was warm or cold. They (my teeth) especially hated it when I dared to switch from one temperature to the other – like ice Read More
I Really, Really Want To Cut All My Hair Off
My hair is natural; you know that, right? Well, there was one time I wrote about wanting to perm my hair again. Not just perm it, but cut it and perm it. Now I'm over the desire to perm it, but I'm now obsessing and fantasizing about cutting it all off. Cutting my nails off is something I do quite frequently (I just did it the other day), but that's because my nails are healthy and they grow really fast, really long, and really strong. The same, unfortunately, cannot be said for my Read More
Verastic Life 8: Ada Verastic’s Birthday Party
I am so, so excited about this week's video! Ada Verastic's birthday party might have been for the kids, but everyone knows that the first birthday is really for the parents. I am offering this as an explanation excuse for why I, Igwe, and our friends were completely misbehaving at Ada Verastic's birthday party. Not to worry, the kids had their own fun, too. I also really like this episode because you get to see me with my family and friends. Thank you to everyone who has been watching, Read More
Verastic Life 7: Preparation
In this week's episode of Verastic Life, we are seriously preparing for Ada Verastic's party, and coincidently, my friends (except Uju) are all in my house (Solachi, Funmie, and Ibukun). Funmie and I also get into a heated conversation about the other room. Igwe's mom takes her first trip to the mall and gets a new cell phone. Read More
I’m Not Raising A Yoruba Child
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