White, in size 8

by Damilola

I can’t stop writing…apparently when it rains, it pours in my head. I started to tell you a story but […]

June 25, 2012

There are times when i still want you…

by Damilola

There are times when i still want you.When the rest of the world has gone to sleep And I stay […]

June 15, 2012

The girl with bronze in her ears

by Damilola

The first thing that attracted me to her were her earrings. Now, I know most people probably think this is […]

May 21, 2012

He smells like rain

by Damilola

I try not to post more than 4 times a month…But this month has been good. I can’t say anything […]

April 30, 2012

My Name is in Print!!!

by Damilola

Look what came in the mail…  So I started writing stories a couple of years ago and i joined the […]

April 3, 2012

It is True

by Damilola

A bird sat by my window this morning, Singing “It is true, It is true” It is true. We gather innocent […]

March 24, 2012

One Ordinary Day

by Damilola

One ordinary day Late for work again Ran out with my shirt inside out Stepped in puddles the rain had […]

March 18, 2012

We were children

by Damilola

Remember when we were children? Give or take between 1 and 7 years of age. Life was easy; even if […]

January 26, 2012

The Ghost of Christmas Past

by Damilola

Another Christmas alone. I had hoped that this year would be different. I had prayed that this would be Christmas […]

December 29, 2011

Blood on my hands

by Damilola

  Most people ask why most my stories are set around Igbo characters…especially as i am a Yoruba girl who […]

December 3, 2011