Essays

  As soon as I ended the call from the hospital, I did not spare a moment to think of the implication of my subsequent...

  As soon as Lawrence had yelled, the stocky youth turned his gaze on him , his lips coming off his teeth in a snarl...

  I believed it was possessed. Many people said it. How could l explain it. It was beyond sanity. I wasn't a fetish. I didn't...

  Today is our third wedding anniversary. I looked at Pam, my adorable husband, and I couldn’t help but chuckle when I recounted how we...

  In the good old days, Nigeria’s economy was blessed with oil palm plantations in the East, groundnut pyramids in the North and Cocoa plantations...

We can create similar digital groups, tribes, communities for knowledge and skill acquisition in tech, arts, fashion, catering, marketing, photography etc

They call the Third World the lazy man’s purview; the sluggishly slothful and languorous prefecture. In this realm people are sleepy, dreamy, torpid, lethargic,...

  One thing I perceived about my aunty, Emily Okonkwo, was that she hated me so dearly. And I hated her as much. Some years...

Even though you are feeling like giving up at any point, never adhere to that feeling. The end result of not being strong-minded and resolute can be more disastrous than you can imagine.

  Our dirty and tattered clothing; posture that clearly reflected guilt, shame and lack of a sense of entitlement; scars and bodily disease; and sheer hunger,...

it is important that we always dress as we would want to be addressed, because whether we judge people or not, we will definitely get judged based on what we wear.

Women are targets of repression and hostility, leading a life of aloofness— silenced, subdued and restricted. Their rights are trampled upon by the masculine gender. Not that these women committed some grievous offences but it's all because they are 'women'.

  Two things provoked this essay; first, was my walking into a plaza recently in Enugu. The plaza was seated pretty opposite the main gate of a popular university in...

It was a battle of survival for him. The ferocious beast with blood-shot eyes was looking at him in rage. It weighed about 500 pounds, with claws as sharp as the sword of a skilled swordsman.

‘Your husband is cheating on you. I saw him a while ago caressing and fondling another lady at a hotel lobby’, she said without pausing to breathe in or out. ‘Men will always be men’, she repeated in a pitch of voice typical of an angry parent scolding a naughty child.