I came online to express my grief, to cry for the demise of such a rare man. But the online space was fiery. Nigerians were talking about bad roads, poor supply of electricity and insecurity. Someone even mentioned the poor state of state-owned hospitals before the COVID-19 pandemic. I was devasted. Something again went off in my chest — I seriously need to get that checked. How can we talk about bad roads in the face of grief?
JolaadeLove me & mind not the colour of my skin,My age, class & naïvete. Love me wholeheartedly for who I…
i to be depressed is a sin in this nation where it’s name equals depression. the white’s man disease it…
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You’d have to pardon me, I should have sent this in since Saturday. But Theatre Arts and laziness are two…
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i. mama, these verses are stained with yesteryears’ distress, today’s tears and red- black ink of sorrowful solitude.…
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Her clothes smudged with dirt, and a hair awry as the chewed mango on her juicy palms. Lying face down…
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