When I was 7, my older sister transferred to a model college in Lagos. This school had strict rules about grooming. Everyone had to resume school with nothing more than an inch of hair on their head. I remember tagging along as my Dad escorted my sister to the barbers. Watching her cry as her glorious hair piled up on the floor. Up until that moment, I had no idea shaving my head was an option. I hated the old lady my mum took me to braid my hair every Saturday. Those sessions were nothing less than torture. Having my little head squeezed between her thighs for an hour. My hair being pulled and […]
I love lifestyle blogs, the more personal the better. I enjoy reading about the intricacies of other lives. Learning from their challenges, realising I’m not so bad… These things make me happy. When I think about something I would absolutely never write about though, it’s my personal life. When I read Victor Ehikhamenor’s recollection of how his mother ensured that family matters never got dished out for public consumption, I could relate to that. My grandmother lived with us when I was younger and I quickly learnt the importance of keeping my thoughts to myself. Now I’ll probably never know […]
It seemed like a good idea when I decided to take a couple of days off my blog, it felt good to take a step back and remind myself why I started in the first place. Then a few days turned into weeks and all of a sudden I couldn’t sit still in front of a keyboard. (The keyboard is still taunting me, I’m doing this on my phone for now.) I need to strengthen my writing muscles again, so I decided to take part in a writing challenge. I found a fantastic one that was compiled by the team […]
When I first came across Tuawa’s account, Inspirit Pages, I was stunned to realise she was Nigerian. Not because of the popular misconception that Nigerians don’t read, I mean, look who’s talking, but because I hadn’t come across anyone who collects books the way she does. This is a hobby I ascribe to foreigners and my brain could barely process this anomaly. Getting to know more about this unorthodox Nigerian has been a real treat and is one of the highlights of my journey as a book blogger. In this interview, Tuawa shares tips for curating a fabulous bookstagram account, making […]
Earlier this year when I shared tips on how to improve your reading, I included listening to Audiobooks. And with the smugness of an Ignoramus, I immediately dismissed the idea based on my single experience with an audiobook. The book in question was a pirated copy of The Confidence Code I got about 3 years ago. In my defence, I was as broke as a church rat at the time and there was no way I was buying that book. The fact that it was basically stolen may have also led to my ambivalence about finishing it. Although trying to […]
If you’re reading this piece, then you are most likely a staunch internet user. Who for some reason, wasn’t around for BookHub The Event. I would exempt people who couldn’t make it due to proximity issue but I doubt your love for books if you were in Lagos on the 5th of March, and you weren’t at this event. I can only weep at how much bookish fun you just forfeited.
The Night Dancer by Chika Unigwe is a story about self-discovery, anger, betrayal and forgiveness. The novel is divided into three parts which explore the lives of Mma, Ezi, Mike and Rapu. The story focuses on a young lady, Mma, whose mother died leaving her with loads of unanswered questions, buried resentment and anger towards her mother’s perceived negligence and failure.
If you were a book, how would you describe yourself? Mysterious. You wouldn’t know what to expect next so I’d keep you on toes throughout every page. When did you name yourself as a bookworm? About four years ago, after I left secondary school. The first book you read by yourself? I honestly can’t remember but for African literature, it was The Joys of motherhood by Buchi Emecheta Digital or Paper Books? Why? Paper all the way! Apart from the fact that digital can create some distraction, the smell of books is like an opium to me. I feed my […]