This is a short story about an Abiku child. However unlike the usual Abiku narrative, every time this child died, it was from the hands of someone in the family - a result of domestic abuse or clouded judgement.
Author: Taiwo Odumala
Choosing Sides
Yesterday, I woke up and I was 24. Yes, I know. I'm getting old already. I mean my first grey hairs sprouted some two to three years back. But guess what? I feel 18 again. This time, not confused. So here's to being older...feeling younger. Prologue... We don't choose these muses. They choose us. Just … Continue reading Choosing Sides
2014: The Beginning
It's been a long year. 2014 most definitely has been. From the fun days early in the year in Akure to the Nostalgic byes to my NYSC friends, through hectic late nights getting home from work in terrible Apapa-Mile2 traffic, 2014 sure had it all. even those early days in the year when I had … Continue reading 2014: The Beginning
This Lagos…of Lost Identities and Picking Pieces
Of late, I began to think to myself what Lagos means to me. Yes, it's been a place to crash for many years but it's still a long definition from home. So, this Lagos; the land of everything I have become. The place where life took it's first jab at me, and beat me, it … Continue reading This Lagos…of Lost Identities and Picking Pieces
Of lost friendship, and flickering dreams
This is a collaboration between me (queenzayta) and my friend Rofiat Alli (DaMore) a little more than a year ago. Thanks Damore for this beautiful collaboration. I hope this jump-starts your day and hope you find your dreams. Enjoy. *** As girls, we dreamed of what we wanted to be. Now, we’re grown … Continue reading Of lost friendship, and flickering dreams
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