On Gender Equality.

Yesterday, I was on my departmental WhatsApp group when a sensitive issue arose. We were to have a party and the gate fee was N300 for both boys and girls. Now, before I go on, I think you need to have an idea of how things work in my school. Whenever there is a party, only guys get to pay. It’s always free for girls. And really no one has ever complained, at least not loudly. And no one saw anything wrong with this annoying idea. Until recently. … More On Gender Equality.

Poor.

​ I am writing for you, Jordan.For the first time in the nineteen years you’ve spent on earth, you opened your huge Collins dictionary and checked the meaning ofthe word poor. You never knew it would come to this. For more than a week, your bank account has had nothing but N500 in it and … More Poor.

The Collector.

“Writing is Telepathy.” – Stephen King. ONE. This is how you will know you like books. On a cold Thursday morning, when the birds are somewhere shivering and you can’t see past ten feets before you – thanks to the mist – you will set out with N5000 to buy a pair of shoes for … More The Collector.

Row! Row!! Row!!!

​ here is another long one: silver is golden, value one and you will get the other sing songs. tell tales of those who have gone before you who let loose their sails when the waves came rocking. seal songs: tear tales of those who reached the shore and said no. shameless as a whore … More Row! Row!! Row!!!

On Novel Buying. 

First thing: Thank you Enwongo Cleopas and Oladejo Oluwatosin. You both are forever in my heart. Last week Wednesday, before I started that joke about my hair, I put up a post on Facebook about my plan to spend my last kobo on novels. Here is what I posted: “Dear friends, pray for me.  Tomorrow, … More On Novel Buying. 

Books.

​ This is a very short post. It’s not the kind of thing I write about and so I think it is necessary that I let you know why I am writing this. I am doing this for two reasons. One of my most admired Kenyan bloggers and creative nonfiction writers Bikozulu wrote a post … More Books.

Broken Lines.

Hello friends, in my last post I promised to write about my absence and why I stopped blogging for a while. This is one of the reasons: During my absence, I was passing through a difficult psychological phase. I wasn’t myself. I was thinking of making decisions I knew I shouldn’t be making. I was … More Broken Lines.

Staying Human.

​​Obafemi Awolowo University. So I was reading in Oduduwa Lecture Theatre 2 when I heard this strange terrible sound. It was sounded like a gunshot and then I thought it was an explosion. I wasn’t the only one who heard it. All of us in the lecture theatre turned back. Some folks were on their … More Staying Human.