Dear Nigerian Husband,
I’m all shades of mushy today and I think I will be for the rest of the week and beyond.
I’d stay here deceiving myself with words, but we all know they can’t adequately express the level of mushiness I’m on!
So I hope this is sufficient; you’re my fairy tale, I love you.
Regards,
Yours in marriage, eventually,
Nkem…
It was yet another 19th birthday yesterday.
Unlike my other 19th birthdays, I wasn’t excited about this one any bit. And I do recognize that was quite ungrateful of me as I didn’t have any valid reasons not to be happy about another year. I’ve been fatigued mentally and physically in the past few days and yesterday was no different.
But I had several moments that jerked me into gratitude.
First off, my landlord, who Continue reading
Son,
You’re not born yet. It’s June 27, 2017, but I have some promises I must deliver to you even before your conception.
I owe you a lot of things. See, in this present time we live in, there are many men and women who don’t know their true value and as a result try to pass on that lack of self-worth to others. I’m trying my best to ensure you grow up knowing your worth and knowing how to nicely and wisely interact with everyone you come across.
This not only starts with how I prepare myself for your coming, but with the decision on who becomes your father.
I wrote your sister a few Continue reading
It’s more than just that, it’s the place I’ve called home for more than 11 years.
I bought a big watermelon, chilled it over the weekend, diced it this morning, took a photo of it and shared it around the office.
I thought I’d share it with my blog fam too. I know, I’m nice like that.
So, I’m just out here trying to look like somebody’s wife in this dress by Tefle Designs.
Meanwhile, I’m back on that fitness grind again. Go ahead and judge me, but I’m among those who’ve flooded the gym in preparation for the elusive summer body. 
It’s not Thursday, but I’m throwing back anyway. Enjoy.
Dear Nigerian Husband,
What’s the matter? Why have you chosen to ignore my need for your attention?
I’m beginning to think you’re out there laughing at me with each letter I write. Whatever the case is, there’s this part of me telling me you’re just waiting on the perfect time to show up. My intuition is right. I know it is.
However, there’s also that little part of me that believes
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