Christmas without a loved one...is that even a Christmas??
A brief recollection on the things I recall about Christmas in Nigeria. Why did I expect Santa in Naija to be white please????
This is an extract from something I'm working on , only time will tell if I ever finish and/or publish. But hopefully I do, and hopefully this whets your appetite.
Igbo girls? Lovely, beautiful souls that should be admired from a very safe distance. Love them at your own risk.
Chickens, they leave the coop all day but always return to roost.
The Beauty IV is about the Fourth Beauty, and is taken from my anthology, which I have titled The Beauty and The Dark, and is a series of poems that I wrote at different stages of my life, about Life, Death, and the things in the middle
It’s National Poetry Day, so I thought I’d share the poem I consider to be my favourite and best ever. I wrote it on Valentine’s Day (2017) after watching an episode of Mr Selfridge. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do
If you are my friend, and if I have met your parents, one thing they would say about me is that I'm respectful, that I greet them in the proper Nigerian way and that I add the titles where necessary, and I speak Yoruba too, which is a big bonus. I was not born this … Continue reading Ọmọ London: A Lesson in Respect