THE TRANSFORMATIVE POWER OF MOTHERHOOD A. K. A. THE POWER OF MOTHERHOOD TO DISFIGURE.

Thursday, September 19, 2019
brutal hard motherhood
In the improbable realm of imagination, where the absurd and unlikely commonly happen, I saw the devil, red and double-horned, float around the Nigerian celebrity Annie Idibia, suggesting that she take off her clothes, pose in a bikini, take photos and show the world her postpartum body.

THE CUSTODIANS OF NIGERIAN MARRIAGE

Saturday, September 7, 2019
how not to screw yourself for marriage intending couples
This is a guide on how not to screw yourself specially crafted for marriage-intending individuals.

FBI 80, OBINWANNE OKEKE AND THE BURDEN OF BEING NIGERIAN

Friday, August 30, 2019
FBI list of Nigerian internet fraudsters and Obinwanne Okeke
What is in a name? That which we call a rose by any other means would smell as sweet—Shakespeare.

What is in a name? Shakespeare in his classic book Romeo and Juliet was simply trying to say that the content of a person's character cannot merely be judged by the name the person bears. But Shakespeare never met Nigerians.

SHIT HAPPENS: WHY WE ARE A NATION OF REMORSELESS OPEN 'DEFECATORS'

Friday, August 23, 2019
open defecation in Nigeria
A humorous exploration of why Nigeria brazenly remains a country of shit slinging people even in the face of Trump’s shithole comment.

SHOW ME THE WAY [FICTION]

Wednesday, August 14, 2019
short story by Nigerian writer Chiamaka Ojiyi Ibuodinma

In the glistening heat of the afternoon, the sun a luminous hot haze, Bank Road a flurry of cars, buses and pedestrians gauging traffic, gearing for a sprint across the road, Arinze stood bent with his hand to his chest, coughing and feeling his eyes burn and water. A convoy of tinted jeeps sped past, their sirens loud, jarring. A rundown overly tinkered bus stood parked by the road, its speakers blaring advertisement in Igbo about a herbal concoction that cured erectile dysfunction.

UNDERSTANDING THE PECULIARITIES OF NIGERIAN CHRISTIANITY: A CRASH COURSE FOR PERPLEXED PEOPLE

Friday, August 9, 2019

the peculiarities of Nigerian Christianity
Here is what you need to know when you wake up to the shocking realization that you've been labelled a witch by someone dear to your heart.

CATCALLS AND A FLUSH OF GRIEF

Sunday, August 4, 2019

beautiful Igbo couple attire
It would be correct to say that as a daily ritual the regular Igbo man swallows a morsel of garri dipped in a well-made soup of arrogant pride. The average Igbo man on the street has a heightened, albeit, unwarranted sense of his own importance. I cannot speak for other ethnicities, as I am Igbo and live among the Igbo. 

A TEMPESTUOUS MADNESS—PERSONAL NOTES FROM THE ASYLUM OF TRYING TO CONCEIVE: PART 2

does praying naked work
 A Naked Petition

What do you do when a woman gets too close to your husband?

Answer: Pray NAKED at 3am (A tweet from Glory Jaiye @glojaiye).

A TEMPESTUOUS MADNESS—PERSONAL NOTES FROM THE ASYLUM OF TRYING TO CONCEIVE: PART 1



personal notes on trying to conceive
In the period while I tried to conceive, an irrational madness descended on me, swamped me, made a person unfamiliar to myself. Medicine says it is normal for you not to conceive immediately within the first year of unprotected sex—no need to worry or to subject yourself to vigorous laboratory testing to verify your reproductive abilities.

THE UNEXPECTED DARK HOLE OF TRYING TO CONCEIVE: THE MONTHLY CYCLE OF HEARTACHES

trying to conceive: the monthly cycle of heartaches
Trying repeatedly to conceive means steeling yourself for a monthly cycle of sorrow—readying your mind for an onslaught of a mix of emotions that you can distill simply as sadness, yet bottling this sadness just so you don't mess up your hormones because everyone says you need to take it easy. A calm mind aids conception, they say but anxiety mercilessly gnaws at every corner of your mind.

THE UNEXPECTED DARK HOLE OF TRYING TO CONCEIVE: AN ACCOUNT OF MY DESCENT DOWN THAT HOLE

Saturday, August 3, 2019
the dark hole of trying to conceive a child
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I see the red in the toilet bowl, distinct in the froth of urine. I pull up my underwear and flush. I have no more sanitary pads at home. I didn't think I would need them this month. It is the fourth of July. I am not pregnant and I don't know what to feel.
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