What We’ve Lost (Part 1)

It was barely 8 o’clock in the morning and there I was on the streets of Lagos, stuck in traffic at the wheel of my black Toyota Corolla. The car was a gift from my late Aunt and I called it the black wolf, it had been through a lot, almost as much as me. […]

The Worst Person I’ll Never Forget

I was fifteen, almost sixteen, and I was lost. I was under the influence of a vulnerability I think most women experience at that age. It was just a few years after my parents had lost their relationship with each other, and eventually me. I didn’t have much of a relationship with anyone to be […]