Nigeria

Mkpuluoma - Good Seed

The moon was full and bright. The stars glittered, with the cool night breeze making it sensational night. Ofe uha and egusi aromas sifted through night. Mkpuluoma was nervous and excited, the long awaited Eke market day was here. Nnedi painted her legs with the popular uli, drawing beautiful patterns on her hands and legs respectively. Papa bought her choral beads. It was the day Iheoma was coming to perform the Igba Nkwu rituals, the pride of every woman.

Mkpuluoma - Good Seed

Speak Up!

“Speak up”, she kept screaming but I couldn't. “Speak up”, she screamed again, yet no words came out of my mouth. I was mute - how could I tell her I didn't want to go to college to study medicine, that I wanted to become a youth counsellor? She would kill me. She worked tirelessly day and night for me. How could I break her heart by not doing the one thing she really required of me?

Speak Up!

New Life: A Series

Here I am on a plane miles away from home, relocating! What exactly had I thought taking a job that I am not even sure I can keep? Who was I trying to prove something to? Was it myself? Or family? Or Saleem? It'd sure be pleasant to show that good for nothing fool who I turned out to be. I mean I'm no longer the, "I'm sorry" type, whether I had made the mistake or not. I'm more of the "why doth my God try me with imbeciles" type!

New Life: A Series