I’ve been thinking about you lately — about your face, your smile, your warmth, your smell, your everything. And it’s so crazy because I have only been thinking about all the sweet things; none of the weird stuff, the bad stuff, the long conversations or fights. Just the good stuff…

Aarin brought chickenpox to our house. It’s not exactly like she threw chickenpox in her school bag and brought it all the way home. She was in the same class with Etim, the shortest boy in her class who had the disease. They were both in Primary 3 and their…

Sadness greeted me yesterday; the same way she did on the days she arrived — sudden, almost engulfing. In the past, before her arrival yesterday, I cried and revolted, but this time, I welcomed her and made a space for her beside me. I didn’t question her, I didn’t ask…

When I say I want to take care of you, I do not mean to say that you are weak or incapable of doing it all on your own. What I mean is that, I love you too much to see you carry it all, alone, without a helping hand…

“Do you ever wish you told her how you felt about her?” I asked you, taking a puff and passing the joint to you. We were standing closely together on the sideline of the skatepark. “No,” you shook your head, passing the joint back to me. “Why?” You paused. “I guess it’s…

I did not say all the words I wanted to say to you. I did not tell you the details of your life that were marvelous to me. I did not tell you how a lot of the things you said made me laugh. My laughter could have been enough…

If I could tell the world how you make me feel, I wouldn’t know where to start. I fear I might stutter and take too many pauses because it would be hard to describe. I fear that from my stuttering and pausing, they might see your effect on me and…

Sun rays pierced through Morenike’s bedroom windows that afternoon, in their usual fashion. It made the room well-lit, but also made it extremely hot. They were more this time because a piece of the window’s burglary had been removed. Morenike stared at the window for a minute, reminiscing on the…

Mojisola was getting married. Your baby sister was getting married to the love of her life and she was the most beautiful bride. If only she knew how proud of her you were, for being such a great woman, a great human and an even excellent personality. You had told…