In shadow of our former self is a story set basically in Nigeria and has some of its set in the United states as well. It talks and dwells on matters concerning the Nigerian government, slave trade, modern slave trade, unconscious mind imprisonment, love, betrayal, migration and merriment as a part of the normal day african lifestyle. it is an excerpt from a project am on. which ill one day publish.
H-e-l-l-o, (coughs &clears throat). I am so glad to put something here today and also that you took your time to read this amazing piece. Today, I have some things to say for and from my lemon tree to which for four years now, I have watched grow. Everything involves process, and we all know […]
Hello, and welcome to my blog. I don’t have to say it has been a while, because obviously, it has been hence the need for this post welcoming back my consistency. The last time I published a post on this blog was the post about Moments, which drew the interest of many readers and have […]
Night came so did morning and every single day of my life lived hell itself. From my bad nightmares, to my morning mood swings. To the kind of hate I felt towards my parent. Unforgiveness succeeded in molding me into a cold individual as I kept dwelling on memories and pain of the past. It […]
My mother’s pregnancy ushered in the kind of happiness you could say all along, my family had lacked. Everywhere and everything suddenly got its chlorophyll again. Emotions of joy, of happiness was scattered on the faces of each individual at home. We all were expecting the birth of my baby brother at least a […]
SLAVE TO TIME (3) Things went on and on in my family for weeks. Days rolled and rolled into weeks and like nothing happened everyone went about their individual business. The house was strangely peaceful as nobody intruded on another’s business. Even my grandmother suddenly became gentle and as calm as she refused scolding my […]