PARENTING 101; THE ONE IN MY BELLY

One of my earliest most persistent detail from my childhood that may have scarred me for too long is growing up and being reminded everyday how skinny I was. And while it is arguable that most of it was never actually done with malicious intent, it did affect my psyche at school and at play….

DODGING…FIRE; A Memoir Piece

Growing up in Ibadan, we perhaps had the most sheltered childhood in our neighbourhood, my siblings and I. Children played with sand in the streets, joined mobs to shout ole ole when they caught a robber and took baby chickens away from their mothers to feed them biscuit crumbs. We never did. The farthest we…