Childhood Memories// Nigerian Hairdressers…

Childhood memories. Scalp tingling from sulfur 8. Market hair dresser asking Iya Sule or Mummy Tomi selling plastics and rubber slippers next door to please save her a plate of rice, whilst parting my hair with the sharpest cutting comb you ever did see. “Darleen, keep your head still or your hair will not be fine”. […]

The Mini Series// ‘What had happened was’….

I never thought I’d get here. Not because I floated on clouds and walked with God perpetually (maybe if I read my Bible more or prayed more, I wouldn’t  be engaging in this err… hmm… Is there a ‘saved’ way of explaining sex? ‘Engaging in a torrid, sensual tangle’ sounds wayyyy Mills & Boon,grrr…), but because […]

The Mini Series// “Totally Screwed”…

And just like that, once again, I feel like a fluke. Like a total hypocrite. Failure. The worst sinner in the world. Okay maybe not the WHOLE world, because although we learnt ages ago in Sunday School that there were no such things as small and big sins, murdering and torturing a baby must belong […]

The Short Story// Working Girl…

*Beeeeeeeep* Seven thirty am. That’s the alarm going off. I wake up – no – not really, just well enough to hit the snooze button. *Beeeeep!!!* Crap. Seven thirty five. This cannot be happening so quickly. Surely five minutes was not that short? Okay. So I wake up momentarily, contemplate waking up now, as it […]