I miss my mom in many ways. I'm here in Lagos, trying to escape the boredom that, no doubts, awaits me at home. She's in Akure, waiting for her baby to come. Snatches of last year December sneaks up on me; the last time I was home, that is. …

This is what they use to call mood swing... My full lips are stretched thin, sworn to silence and an emotion I can not now name. I know I am not angry. Deep down, I know. Yet, I can't find my words. The tightness of my mouth reaches my throat…

This is the third time I am attempting to write about this topic. And even now, I fear I will be misunderstood again. This was how it started. I looked at my skin one day and wondered what it would feel like to be dark. …

You know this feeling of being upset about nothing in particular? You are just unsettled about something you can't place your fingers on? And all you want to do is to not do anything? Here's another one. Have you ever slept with a discontented pout hugging your lips, only for…

Excuse me. Ever lost your mind? This piece started like this... "There's a story inside me. I know it. I'm just ruffled up, that's all. I can't seem to get my mind to still and retch this story out of me..." Today, my mind betrayed me. It was in such…

If you're like me, you are almost always searching for new songs. Because after playing a particular "new song" like a 100 times, the electrifying effect of the song that coursed through your body, as you first listened, and left you feeling more alive than ever begins to wane. …

As a writer, I smell a story before I see it. When I'm walking by and catch whiffs of "Children of nowadays ..." from that dissatisfied grandma as she spits it out of her mouth, I know a story is coming. …

I have been told I can't dance to save my life. So, I was in church last Sunday, feeling the beat and trying to do my customary two steps front, two steps back, bend low and twist a little here and there dance, until I noticed the drummer. I have…

Dear Tomorrow, I wish you would back up a bit. Amongst other things, my body is full and stretched, telling a convincing tale of growth that won’t be reversed. You used to be the object of my fantasy, the delight I sought to relish and now, you are all but…