Tag Archive | Nigerian Husband

For the Love of Ankara.

I now work at Goge Africa, pioneers in African Tourism programmes, travel and everything African.

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I can’t even tell you how much I feel at home here: i’m encouraged to wear ankara outfits any day of the week. My boss, Nneka Isaac-Moses, is my latest style icon.
Lady shows up to the office with flowing ankara dresses, the most beautiful african inspired jewelry and all.
Last week, she gave me fabric and inspired the style in the photo. I’m excited about wearing more ankara.
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Dear Nigerian Husband,

I’ve not written you in quite a while. I’m sure you understand. We’ve both been busy settling into life.

But even through the hustle of this new life, I’ve decided to make life easier for you as well. I guess one of the reasons you’ve not come for my hand in marriage was the distance between us. As your name implies – Nigerian Husband – I figured you’d be in Nigeria. I understand, you might have been fearful of the long flights/two day journey to come from Nigeria to the Virgin Islands to see me. I’ve forgiven you.

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But being the good Nigerian wife my mother has been training me to be, one of my sole duties is to Continue reading

2018.

Happy New Year, I wish you all the good things of life this year.

So much has happened over the past few weeks, all for good, thank God. In due time, I’ll write about them in detail.

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Photo: Musa Tukurah Photography.

I’m not one to keep New Year resolutions and all that jazz, so I’ll Continue reading

Life After Hurricane Irma.

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

I Believe in Fairy Tales. 

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’s My Party, I Can Cry If I Want To. 

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

Letter to My Unborn Son.

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.

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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