For the first 11 years of my life I shared a bed with Iya Ropo. Every single day. At least that is what my parents tell me about the times I was too young to form memories.

Christmas for Omawumi was a time to sleep. Sleep and nothing more. A long time ago she had stopped expecting […]

When it came to deciding who kept the apartment, there wasnโ€™t as much of a battle as there had been […]

To break Bread: to eat a meal, especially in companionable association with others. to distribute or participate in Communion Omololu […]

The first time Mojola ran, Adun went after him with everything she had. Money, time, strength, hope… The third time […]

The house is on a side road so Nneoma misses the turning twice. She finally gets it right the third […]

There are somethings that cannot be kissed better. This is the news we have to break to our son. ‘He […]

The place where his wedding ring should be is pale. Newly divorced? Or separated? โ€“ that in between place of […]