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.

Replaced
Kiah

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

The Twelfth Night
Kiah

When it came to deciding who kept the apartment, there wasn’t as much of a battle as there had been […]

Love Loud
Scripts

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

Breaking Bread
Scripts

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

Out of Breath
Scripts

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

The Naming
Scripts

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

Stealing Kisses
Scripts

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

Sleeping With Grief
Scripts