This is a Man’s World 


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Today I watched, from my vantage point in a car, as a young girl, pretty as a blooming flower walked on her way from here to there..

She could be nothing more than 13 yrs of age or maybe 14 yrs or even 15 yrs. I wondered where she was coming from and where she was going to… From a visit home or from after school classes to a friend? Maybe from after school classes to the market for groceries that would make dinner… I looked on and thought what a pretty little doll she was.

As I watched I noticed she suddenly got tense, wary and turned away from her original path. Why? I wondered. What could cause this? As she took a walk around a heap of sand, she put some distance between herself and another.

He was young. Not so young. Maybe 16yrs or 17 yrs or maybe even 18 yrs. Cigarette in hand, strutting like a cock on display, he passed and as he walked on, he turned in the direction of the pretty flower. A look up, a look down, a puff of the cigarette and another look up and down. That was all it too and he had done what most do some without even realising it.. He had stolen something from someone. 

He had stolen from that little girl. He had stolen her walk, her joy, her innocence, her naivet, her reality, her clothes, her head wrap. He had taken, with his eyes what was not his to take.

How long before one day he follows her, how long before one day he calls out and because she ignores him, he feels slighted and vows revenge. How long before he takes off her clothes in real life, the way he did in his mind while puffing away on that cigarette?

How long before a 13 yrs old girl grows up in a harsh, violent awakening to the world?

Where are the uncles, brothers, friends, protectors who should be watching?

What mercy is there for that beautiful 13 yr old, strolling along in oblivious abandon. What prayer is there that she will be fine in this world full of watchers. In this world full of men. 


Seating Arrangements

Chinwe! Iyawo mi!

Chinwe cringed as she heard the voice that had called her name. She thought to herself that she would recognise that voice even if she was drugged with a brain tumour inducing drug that could make her lose her memory.

As Chinwe turned to greet the older woman to whom the voice belonged to, she wished she had that drug nearby or at least some alcohol in her system. After all one needed to be somewhat numb to face the mother of your ex-fiance. Continue reading

Diary of A Not So Lagos Girl – Welcome to Lasgidi


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Hello World,

My name is Eka. I am an Akwa-Ibom – not Calabar – girl (read young adult but child at heart). I  live in Lagos but I am sure you might have figured that out from the header.

This is a diary about my escapades as an Akwaibomite in the famed Lagos. The hub of Nigeria, the New York of Naija, the amazing concrete amazon where all your dreams can come true! Continue reading

Quiet Morning


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Hello 2015! Hello my ever awesome readers! I will skip the excuses and small talk and go straight to business. Since my brain is still trying (unsuccessfully) to whip up something awesome for my “great return to writing” I will just leave you with my entry for this week’s 100 Word Challenge For Grown Ups. The prompt this week is … As I put the decorations away I…

Here it goes. Continue reading

Smell You Later


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“Knight Out by Knights”. I hated that perfume with a passion. I have only ever smelt that it once after that incident 5 years ago. Just one whiff and I was I was thrown into the fear and despair that was my life on that fateful night …

We were in school and should have been studying for the upcoming midterms but someone thought it was a great idea to turn up the sound system in their car and drown the whole dormitory block with music. Before anyone could say booze, one of the biggest parties of the semester was in full swing. Continue reading



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I closed my eyes

I saw your face

I held out my hand and you took it in yours

I opened my arms and you embraced me

I turned my face to you and you kissed me.

When I realised,

that I was in your arms,

my heart breathed.

It breathed satisfaction

It breathed longing

It breathed faith

It breathed love.

My heart it breathed, my heart it breathed;

My heart it breathed a sigh

Long break – no excuse



I have been slacking on my writing and really have no excuse. I will just apologise by posting a couple of old works of mine, from about 2 – 5 yrs ago. They are quite short and some of them end very abruptly, so I hope you can excuse that. I was still learning work. 😀

I will start off with one of my faves out of the bunch of them. I hope you like them. Enjoy!




The Power of A Praying Mother


On her knees in her room, she begins a prayer, “Lord, thank You for my son, thank You for putting him in my arms, heart and life. I ask in the name of your son Jesus that any evil …”

In school, he sees the bus that he is to board, as he gets to it, the driver pulls out and drives off. He is now not just late but also getting frustrated. He turns around to try and stop the next bus heading his way, suddenly, there is a screech and a crash and the bus he would have boarded is upside down and dragging to a stop taking a bike with it. It was later reported that there were no survivors.

“… Thank You Lord for keeping him for me. In Jesus name I pray. Amen.”



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Faster than normal, my heart beats

Fear, tangible with the cold sweat on my palms

my breathing, short shallow puffs.

Outside the sun is shining, the birds are chirping.

It is a beautiful day and all is well with the world.

Why then can’t I shake this feeling of dread and apprehension,

why does my heart worry and trouble me with fears unfounded?

Two days and a phone call later, “You might wanna sit down honey, your dad… he’s gone… in an accident… two days ago”


My Blog of Many Stories


I read this in ‘THISDAY Style magazine’ and I love it.


Boys are stronger than girls? Please, Can you bleed for a week and survive? Can you squeeze a 14 inch baby from a 10 centimeter hole? Can you carry a seven pound baby in your stomach for nine months? Can you take care of a child, cook, clean AND talk on the phone at the same time? Can you carry a 108lb shopping bag? Can you go a week only eating salad? Can you face heartbreak? Can you watch the love of your life be with someone else? Can you burn your forehead with a curling iron and not complain? Can you wear a string as an underwear all day? Can you walk all day in a five inch pumps? Can you cry all night and then wake up in the next morning like everything is okay?…

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