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Like a Song on the Radio

When my kids grow older and ask me the inevitable ‘How did you and daddy meet’ question, I’ll leave it to my husband because he tells the best stories (and also because I tend to mix reality with fantasy so I might actually end up telling them,  how I *wish* we met instead of how we met). When they ask if it was love at first sight, I’ll rush in

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Backbiters: Lessons For Alicia (or me)

Alicia came from school yesterday crying. I was at my laptop drafting a letter when she walked in, eyes swollen like sponges that had been soaked in tears, lips quivering, and body hot. I almost flung my laptop on the floor. I ran to her and knelt down, adjusting my glasses and pulling the back of my top down. ‘What’s wrong baby?’ I asked her. I looked up to my

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We Still Smell of Smoke

We still smell of smoke although the fire is out. At home, we still walk on eggshells although (step)father hen is dead. We still stay out late into the night although light has now returned into our home. We still wring our fingers although the ocean has dried up. We still stare at our mother in disbelief although (step) father no longer shares her bed. We still cower at the

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My Old Scartoo

Of all the scars on my body, the one right above my left knee is one I always pray not to disappear. I am weird and never apply body lotion to the scar; just in case all those commercials are not lying when they say their body creams would make your  skin smooth and without blemish. My mom says, ‘You are a woman and your skin must be beautiful.’  But

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My Baby’s Prayers 

My little baby is only 6 years old but his prayers always fascinate me. One time I asked him to pray for the meal we were about to eat and he went: Jesus, thank you for this food. Plenty people in movies choke when they eat and then they die. Plenty people in movies eat poison in their foods. But we thank you because since you’re our invited guest, we

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I Want To Be My Children

I was thinking of my children today and my heart swelled with envy.   I am so jealous of my children, I want to be them! I am jealous of my children because they have such an amazing life.  I wish I have parents as cool as they have. It’s envious how their parents always have such a good time with them; laughing, singing, dancing, debating.  My children’s mom and

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My Wife is the Coolest

I just want to take time and this space out to bare it all out about my wife. Today makes it our 4th year of being married, 7th year of being in a relationship, 8th year of being best friends and 10th year of being friends. Yes! I’m counting!  First, to allay your skepticism and answer the question I know everyone is asking: YES! We have misunderstandings! Note that I

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We Caught A Thief!

My brother Gbade and I are the closest siblings ever. He is older than me with just 10months and when I was growing up, he told me that we were actually twins.  He had a number of theories for why we were not born on the same day though: I was a cry baby and I wanted to enjoy our mom’s womb longer than necessary, so I stayed. I pushed

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Dipo?

I carry a very heavy weight in my heart and I am looking for the right way to drop it. It’s very sensitive because it’s not supposed to be a weight on the surface of it.  Here it is: my son, Dipo, is too… Plain (blunt? Honest? Literal?).  There, I said it. I feel bad already because he’s my son and he’s only 6 years old and I shouldn’t be

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For Those Who Won’t Go…

I have been shouting ‘Exhibition’ ‘Exhibition’ since… Well, the first day of the exhibition came today and although it’s a week long (and there are other absolutely breathtaking art works at the venue/gallery) I know some people would not still visit.  So, here are the three works I exhibited and their interpretations.  Enjoy! Obinrin-birin    The word ‘Obinrin’ is Yoruba for ‘Woman’. On the finished work in the gallery, I

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