I am She

I was doomed from the beginning. Before I got a chance to know my family, I was sold into slavery. My father was royalty, but when my new parents came, He sold me off like a bale of cotton. So, I became one of them. Dressed like them, Talked like them. Ate, what they ate…

MAGICAL BOOKS AT IFLA CONFERENCE.

Hello everyone, this is my first featured article and it will run for a week. Enjoy! “At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.”  – William Golding, The Spire. Magical Books, a Nigerian social enterprise involved in reading advocacy was selected to, and did present an innovative poster at the just concluded 80th edition…

A Poem with no Title

Last night, we happened. Again The result of my failed resolutions and his empty promises, We were above this, or so I thought. Until, he touched me and I, him. I became a babbling toddler, who could not form words. The protests in my mind not quite making it to my lips. And so our…