I spent too long thinking about how to start this podcast, but during my thinking period, one thing I knew for sure was that I wanted to have conversations that matter, conversations that would transform lives and bring value - like conversations about how to adopt children in Nigeria. So far, I am so proud of the content I have been able to produce through this platform. Yes, I know we're only 6 episodes in, but the trajectory makes me happy. In today's episode, Nkem Akinsoto - AKA Myne Read More
The Manny Posts #1: My Most Memorable Experience In A Hotel
This is the first post in the new series I introduced a while back. It's called The Manny Posts. So if you're reading this post and wondering what I'm going on about, here's a short summary: I wrote a post about having writer's block, and my Sweet Potato, Manny bought me a journal with 300 writing prompts. I have decided to share my thoughts in the journal on here with you. These posts will be called The Manny Posts, and you can read the original post here. The journal has 300 writing Read More
Hey Moms, Would You Let Your Black Child Play With White Dolls?
When I was a child, I had many, many dolls. Too many. And they were all white. Some of the dolls came back with me from Russia, while others were purchased in Nigeria. I specifically remember one that had blue eyes and blonde hair, and her name was Amy. I did not name her; that was the name the manufacturer gave her. She was bought in Nigeria, I remember. It was no big deal that my dolls were white. If anything, I imagine I would have been laughed at if my dolls were black because they would Read More
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
On Sensitivity: Did You Have A Child Too?
I consider myself a sensitive person. I don't mean that I am overly sensitive to what people say or do to me, but that I am sensitive to people and their situations, and I try to be mindful of what I say or do, knowing that I don't know everyone's story. But recently, I have felt insensitive. So the other day, I met a beautiful black lady and we struck up a conversation when I complimented her [dread] locks. You know I have been fantasizing about shaving my hair off and/or locking it. Because Read More