Some scars don’t look like scars. They don’t always sit on the skin or show up in obvious ways. Some show up in how we go quiet when we are overwhelmed. Some show up in the way we laugh a little too quickly so nobody asks the next question. Some show up in how we keep moving like nothing happened, even when something did. And the truth is, most people are walking around with them. Not everything...
I used to believe pain had a way of introducing itself. I thought suffering knocked loudly enough for everyone to hear. I thought injustice naturally drew attention the way smoke draws eyes to fire. In my mind, if something was unfair enough, people would stop what they were doing, turn around, and care. But life has a way of removing rose-colored glasses. It teaches you that people often notice...
“Vires acquirit eundo.” We gather strength as we go. From the heights of timelessness, where the dust of moments settles and the chaos of life arranges itself into gentle symmetry, there exists a story. Not of a god, nor of a prophet, but of a young wanderer—a hero. One among millions. The kind who moves through life not in straight lines, but in spirals, returning again and again to the same...
This is the story of my life. I have found it is necessary to not take life personally. I failed at a lot of things. I hope at the end of this series I have started to win at more things than I fail at. And that my successes are on a scale tremendously bigger than my failures. CN is an acronym of my name. CN is the first of five children born to Igbo parents of Nigeria, born in northern Kaduna...
THIS ARTICLE WAS CO-WRITTEN BY BLACKIE & UCHECHI “I am never using that company and their app ever again!” Jide fumed. His expression visibly spoke fury. “What do I do now?” He continued. He stood with his hands akimbo; I watched him from my dresser and he probably didn’t notice my presence. “What’s wrong Jidechukwu?” I enquired, coming to meet him where he stood. “I tried to trade my gift...
If you have ever stepped foot on Nigerian soil then you know that tomato is one of our true loves. Tomato is in a one-sided relationship with Nigerians where it isn’t acknowledged to be the greatest and truest of all times that it is. All Nigerians read “most”, love tomato but no one loves it anymore than the Yoruba people. They eat tomatoes with everything, like everything. And then...
Before you get confused by my choice of title, the word GOAT stands for Greatest of All Time and not Capra aegagrus hircus. While growing up, I had the privilege to be called Messi too, if you’re really gifted in the art of soccer then your nickname will be between these two, Messi and Ronaldo. There was a time I was referred to as MessiRonaldo, the two combined lol, well this write-up is...