So You Are…
You wake with the sun, its golden fingers stretching through the cracks in your mud-brick home, painting patterns on your skin.
Break the Mold
Luck shone on Olufunke when she got an employment offer from a top construction company in Abuja right after completing her service year.
Convenience
Twelve-year-old Ella watched her mother standing in the middle of the street shouting at the top of her voice at Uncle Sunny.
That Pesky Thing Called Submission
I stared at his eyes as he made several sexist statements. He has been spilling unreasonable comments since we started our conversation
Once Green
Once upon a time, my village was green. My grandma said her mother lived in the village in the Hulla Plain in those days.
Upskill
Not everyone with a degree uses that degree to get a job or earn a living. Some develop skills and make a living out of it.
Since We Are All Mad Now
“This isn’t the first time this has happened”, I said. The room went quiet for what felt like an eternity. The deepening silence nearly broke my eardrums.
Silence
Growing up, I was taught not to speak unless spoken to and to maintain the image of the well brought up girl my parents raised me to be.
Better Days
I opened my eyes to see the spirogyra decorated white ceiling of my room. It was not intended to be that way. It was usually just white
The Women of Sunny Street
It is that time of the month again. My mum has already collected the donations from each person in our street. My mum and our next-door neighbor had gone to the market a day before to get food items, clothing, and other things to give back to the community. This usually made me happy.
