Let me tell you about my friend. Let’s call him Tunde. You know those men that make you believe good guys still exist? Soft-spoken. Intelligent. Faithful. Family-oriented. He wasn’t flashy, but he was consistent. He met her, let’s call her Amaka during NYSC. Sharp babe. Beauty + brains. She knew how to carry herself. Everyone...
Let me just say this as it is: wedding day smiles don’t guarantee a peaceful marriage. There’s this sister I know; beautiful, graceful, heavily involved in church. Her voice? Angelic. Her character? Solid. She didn’t just glow during her wedding prep, she shined. The guy she was marrying? Everyone called him “the gentle giant.” Soft-spoken....
Let me tell you something that still makes my chest tight when I think about it. We used to live in a compound where everybody knew everybody. You know those days when you could drop your kids off at a neighbour’s house and go to market with peace of mind? Families helped each other. Aunties...
You see ehn… I will never forget this story. I was much younger, maybe like 10 or 11. There was this family we were very close to. Our parents were friends, we attended the same church, did family hangouts together. You know the type. They were what you’d call a “model family”; peaceful, prayerful, and...
I remember this like yesterday. We had this woman everyone called Auntie Margaret. She wasn’t our auntie by blood, but in our old compound, you didn’t need blood to be family. You just needed to be kind… and show up. And Auntie Margaret? Oh, she showed up with a big smile, warm pots of jollof,...
Theme: Body Safety & Family Silence I was about nine when I first noticed something strange. Uncle Tayo was like a family fixture. He was always around. Not really our uncle, but everyone called him that. He lived in the boys’ quarters behind our compound and had a room filled with comic books, action figures,...
