I was 20 years old the first time my mum was forced to confront my sexuality. I met my then boyfriend when I was 14 and we began dating when I was 19. On that particular day, my mum came to the flat I shared with 2 other friends. She came -as she often did-… Continue reading The Talk
I stepped into the office. It was the first day of my observership in a family physician’s office. An observership is strongly recommended as part of the process of getting a practicing license to work in Canada. I was to discover later that it didn’t make much of a difference. I digress. I said ‘Good… Continue reading Respect..or is it?
The bus was running late on a cold and snowy winter evening . Quite a decent crowd had gathered as a result. We didn’t have a car at the time but generally didn’t let this stop us from going out to explore the city. A month before I left Nigeria, I was working in a… Continue reading Order
A week after i arrived, my husband’s family decided everyone should meet in a restaurant. We all gathered at an Italian restaurant. I hate meeting people. I am very shy with people i do not know and as a result i often come across as quite stiff. This wasn’t any different. I knew my in-laws… Continue reading Pay your share
I took my first step on the flat escalator and slipped. Attracting the attention of other travelers in the crowded Murtala Muhammed airport. It brought a bit of smile to my lips. My first since I left my sweet mum crying. I am often clumsy and on occasion, socially awkward. I am cursed with my mum’s genes. I had… Continue reading I’m leaving on a jet plane…
Imagine yourself as a farmer who has seeds you are eager to plant. It shouldn’t take a genius to know that you will need fertile soil, water and sunlight. Seeds need warmth from the soil. What an awesome chemistry it can be between all these elements! With these ingredients working harmoniously, you should have a… Continue reading The Planter and the seeds
Most of the most hurtful things ever said to me in my life were by another woman. I have come to realize that this is true for many women. Maybe men are too busy or they simply don’t go for the jugular like we do. How supportive are we of other women? How loyal are… Continue reading Sister’s keeper