Black Girl

  • Cigarettes: The Temporary Medicine for Grief

    Note: This is not a promotional post. A few years ago, I never knew that in my lifetime I would publish a post about cigarettes. As far as I was concerned, cigarettes were for society’s outlaws, wayward people, “ashawos and… Continue reading

    Cigarettes: The Temporary Medicine for Grief
  • Emancipated from mental slavery

    This chill Saturday morning, after walking 4.39 km to clear my head, I did some research about Emancipation. By the way, I do research on everything. I like to have a different perspective from mine. Google defines Emancipation as the… Continue reading

    Emancipated from mental slavery
  • The Secret Place

    I was looking through my old passports and memories came flooding in and before I could register my emotions, tears formed in my eyes. I gasped and chuckled and muttered to myself, “Ezinne, you are so strong.” The times I… Continue reading

    The Secret Place