A Place called Home
by
Damilola
It will be winter soon but for this one day in October, it is warm enough for him to wear […]
A Place to Begin
by
Damilola
I like that name, Ayoka. It is so Yorubaish. Lol. I don’t know why I am writing about abuse so […]
Hadiza
by
Damilola
Dear Hadiza, I was at a philharmonic orchestra last night and suddenly, from nowhere, you crossed my mind. It wasn’t […]
The Damned
by
Damilola
This story…LOL. I don’t know abeg. Where it came from, how, why? Maybe the Sanusi drama? Maybe too much Yoruba […]
Trying
by
Damilola
Another long story…make una no vex. At least, i am writing. This is a good thing. LOL! I like stories […]
Things We Lose
by
Damilola
I don’t like this story…i find it tedious, boring even but I am discovering the boring side of me. This […]
What’s Left?
by
Damilola
I was listening to a sermon, The God of What’s Left by Jentezen Franklin, who is my new favorite preacher […]
Regret
by
Damilola
Growing up, you were okay with almost every other emotion; pain, sadness, shame, joy…none of these had fazed you like […]
Waterfall
by
Damilola
All over Nigerian social media these past few weeks, there has been grief. These days I like to observe more […]
The End to Love
by
Damilola
It was my birthday a few days ago….I love birthdays. Last year was a tough year but I look back […]
