Coffee is a love language for my father and I. Usually it starts with him putting the kettle on, and announcing that he is making coffee....

I remember that my companion was someone I had been half in love with since my first year at the Polytechnic. I find that kindness, good loo

I remember waiting for nightfall in Shobayo, Lagos. It was (probably still is) a semi rural area, and there wasn't much in the way of electr

We have a subconscious pattern during our conversations, whereby the listener tends to follow the speaker around, until the narration ends.

The wind picked up, as I said and began to blow so hard, that the dying embers of the fire rose very high. I had to shield my face from...

Why are we shamed for grieving over little things? Why are we told, you are bigger than this? Act your age. It begins when we are little...

Perhaps it was those breasts. Or the sinuous movements of that slim, bendy body. It was never sexual, those sneak peeks. Not at first...

This is not even a medical article. This is anxiety as I experience it. If you have ever sat for two hours with your phone in your hands,

I know I was overthinking it, but hey. Anyway, mama neighbor reached in for a hug. I stood awkwardly, and we both tipped over, over, and int

The usefulness of that little piece of exercise garnered in what was for me, barely tolerable conditions, saved my wrist today. While I defi