When the rain started pouring in, it poured on me. I couldn’t even cry. I’d have been a brat to do so after surviving a vicious storm.
My neigbours were God-sent. Despite having a leaking roof and barely enough comfortable space themselves, they never for once told me to leave. That night, we all braved the rain pouring from the roof and the next morning, Continue reading
It’s exactly three months since Hurricane Irma slammed the Virgin Islands. I’ve had a short post updating everyone on how I was faring. Well, a whole lot has changed since then.
Escaped from Puerto Rico to California just hours before Hurricane Maria hit the United States territory.
Irma came, I lost my apartment, my office got pounded, I left the Virgin Islands, returned to Nigeria, got married to the Nigerian Husband and we are expecting a set of twins. A lot has Continue reading
Words can never be enough in thanking God for the ordeal we’ve/are experiencing here in the Biritish Virgin Islands.
I survived Hurricane Irma!
It’s more than just that, it’s the place I’ve called home for more than 11 years.
Dear Nigerian Husband,
Let me tell you something, apparently, I should have been married. I’ve been trying to tell you this since I began these Nigerian Husband letters more than two years ago, but you’ve refused to listen.
Perhaps my experience yesterday will hasten your steps.
I love my job, 90 percent of the time and this is largely because of the exciting and interesting people I interview almost every day.
Yesterday, I visited Henrietta Smith, who celebrated her 100th birthday on October, 25.
Lady is soft-spoken, gentle and kind, but Continue reading