When you listen to Meera Ganapathi long enough You will wake up one day and realize there is no dramatic difference between capital and small letter 'c' And because you now see the world with new eyes, you will see the people too. So, that hot afternoon when you see…

Stare at your colleague’s shoes and watch her toes wiggle in her transparent heels. Poor toes. Slouch and think about how you felt the first time you entered this office building. Someone just made a faux pas. Exchange a knowing look with your partner in gossip. …

"Hey, did you know that Justin Bieber has left Chiamaka?" Turning around, I looked for the owner of the voice. I soon found out it was the young man who sat inches away from me. The street light behind us did little to conceal the expression on his face. …

On my trip to Taraba, I had a crush on a fine young man but another woman was all over him, so I let them be. We became friends after camp and two years later, he told me he liked me too. You know that subtle way that people test…

When I was four, my grandmother had a blue aso-oke. On cold nights she would wrap me in it and hold me in her arms. Lately, I recall this memory every other day. And it’s because I’ve attached certain songs to that period, so every time I hear those songs…

Everywhere stew, literally (you will find out why at the end of this story, and if you don't even know this slang, pele my dia) Meet Mojisola I spent my pre-teen and teenage years with my late maternal great-grandmother, Iya L'egba (an Egba woman). Mojisola was a perfectionist, and for the longest…

Joy isn’t at the end of the tunnel. It’s the pebbles and fireflies you choose to see while in the tunnel. Joy isn’t a destination, so finding pockets of joy each day is enough for me. How do I embrace joy? i. In watching Mary bloom. Mary is my non-conformist…

i. As a child, cakes tasted differently. In the years that followed, I looked for that taste in every cake I ate. My heart broke at the taste of cakes that didn't hit. I learned to bake my cakes, but they didn't come close to that in my childhood. …

When you were 7, you wanted to look like 25-year-olds in their bell bottom pants and handbags that nothing can fit into. Now that you hate those pants Here’s how to be 25 Work on the things that you find interesting and pretend like you know what you are doing. …