I have always loved to kiss my son’s head ever since he was born. It was such an intoxicating thing to do; I would gently place my entire face on his little head and inhale deeply (sometimes, drops of baby oil will zoom their way into my brain – but I did not care). I would stay there and just breathe; inhaling his natural baby scent mixed with man-made products.
Dear Young’un, Disregard everything you hear about me from your uncles and aunties – except they are good things, then regard them and look upon me with admiration. Either way, I’m prepared/preparing to make you love me all the days of your precious life. We’re going to be really cool; me and you. But let me just get this out: I will not wear matching cloths with you;
I felt more alive last night than I have felt in a long time. It still feels like every inch of my body is calling and screaming for attention. ‘Feel me! Feel me!’ I hear them saying. Basically, what I’m trying to say is that I’m tired and my body aches. I have tons and tons of work to do, tons and tons of people to call and tons and
Since I got engaged, my mother has become even funnier. Before now, the whole family admitted that she could not get any funnier, but this engagement has been the stone upon which she has honed her funny skills. For one, she relates everything I do to my in-laws and why she does that, I have not the foggiest idea. One time, we were both in her room. I was painting her
My dad and I were never friends. I don’t know where it began, or how it did, but we just never clicked. When I was 10 years old, he broke his leg running round the house to get me and whoop my ass. I don’t even remember what I did that made him mad because almost everything I did made him livid. It wasn’t such a big deal to me
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
‘Hello everybody, my name is Adora and I’m an alcoholic’ ‘Hi Adora!’ ‘Okay, the first time I took alcohol, it was dry gin in my mother’s hot room when I was 13. I was in Jss3 then and it was during the junior WAEC school extension. I had listened to the boarding students talk about how they got ‘high’ the previous night. One of them had even asked me if
I remember myself acting very weak when I was a child. I felt weak and constantly tired. And I tried to explain to my mother. I would use words and phrases like, ‘faint’ ‘really tired’, ‘can’t breathe properly’, ‘dizzy’, ‘I don’t even know how I feel’, just so that she would panic and take me seriously. But every time I did that, she would just look at me and slightly