I am not… The useless chick that is left to rot The flightless bird whose wings are cut The lonely mermaid no one has sought I am not Babylon The once strong and sexy city brought low. I am Israel, I have been approached by men from every angle Who look for who to give … More Waiting…
It happened on Thursday [or was it Friday.] I was in Health Sciences Lecture Theatre receiving a lecture when my phone started vibrating. I checked. It was an incoming call from a strange number. So I do what I do when someone is calling when I’m in class. I cut the call and send the message; ‘In class. Send a message.’ … More On My Missing Wallet. [Part 2]
Last week Thursday, something terrible happened to me. I went to my school library to read and dropped my bag in the pigeonholes and went into the reading section to read. Before I even settled down, after walking through some shelves, I went back to my bag to pick up my phone charger so I could charge my phone in the library and also do some research. On getting to the pigeonhole where my bag was, I searched and realized that my wallet was gone. Strange right? I’d call it crazy! … More On My Stolen Wallet… [Part I]
When I received your letter, Ayanla, I did not know how to react. At first, a river of happiness flooded my heart at the thought of seeing your rebellious face again. And then grief beyond measure swept me off my feet. It is sad, Ayanla, that you ignored all our warnings and pushed your own mother to the floor that night you sent Folashade away. It is sad that after you’ve caused our family a big loss and thrown our family name into big disrepute, you are coming back with the magical words. … More Coming Home [Part 2.]
For some time now, I have been thinking about sex and where we all get the knowledge of it. I have been in gatherings where the need for sex talks between parents and their kids have been well emphasized (not overemphasized). I have heard stories about teenagers who have made great mistakes simply because they got their knowledge of sex from the wrong source. I have seen old men who regret not knowing about sex before having it. I have read stories of molestation, abuse, rape, failures of the formal sex education, premarital sex etc. and I have come to the conclusion that We Need More Sex Talks. … More We Need More Sex Talks.
Yes, it is not a mistake. It is not a dream. It is me, Ayanla. I will not be surprised or disappointed if you decide not to read this letter further because I know I do not deserve your attention and should even be grateful that you have read to this point and are still reading. Uncle, I want to say sincerely, I AM SORRY. … More Coming Home. [Part 1]
My son, count me among them
Count me amount the ones who killed this place
I declare myself guilty this day
Count me among the silent dodos
Count me along the cowards that refused to die
Among those who refused to fight evil … More It Happened In Our Time.
Last week, a friend asked me a question so many people must have been meaning to ask me but have not just because they haven’t had the chance or are, perhaps, scared of what my response might be. I had just returned from a four-day camp; Operation Salvage where I took pictures with most … More Opening Your Heart