Hello lovelies, it's been tons and tons of activities this past week that I totally got swamped. So, this post's a little bi...

Day 2 The village's awash with rumors of war, I don't even know what's happening but everyone is tense, even Geoff. I...

Hi there. So, it's Frank Friday and I'll be sharing a bit of myself. You know, the bit that's not so put together, the bit t...

Day 1 I rolled out of bed this morning with thoughts of Geoff on my mind. I hadn't slept well the night before and I couldn...

Social niceties? Nah, not my thing. Tactical diplomacy? Uh uh, I'm bereft of that too. Small talk? Good heavens, no please, I'm...

Idly wondering what the hullabaloo was all about, Keinde angrily flipped through the pages of her book. The minutes were precious, she c...

When news made the rounds that Ztembe had been sacked, there was a collective gasp of shock. No it couldn't be Ztembe. Ztembe the go...

This here is Mr. Grief, he lives at No. 6266 Despondency lane yonder down the hill, off Salvation Street. He had tried several times ...

It was the height of boredom, the lowest of spirits and the laziest of days that made me sit by my phone. Waiting for it to ring, to bee...

This is the Nigeria of my dream. A Nigeria where a pretty young lady can afford a comfortable lifestyle without being labeled an arist...