There were articles that shocked me beyond belief, articles that made me cry, articles that reverberated through my soul, articles that made me want to hug the person nearest to me. The best part, INFORMATION! Yes, I honestly can say that I never needed to watch the news or even go on Facebook, Twitter or any other social media app, because it was always all right here on TNC!
After years of successfully detaching feelings from sex, having sex with someone you’re batshit in love with is a high like I’ve never smoked. There is something else I experienced for the first time that I didn’t even know existed, we can just sit and chill doing our own thing, not having sex and it is so lovely.
The first step in solving any problem is recognizing that there is one; I believe parents do not love their children anymore. And by virtue of coming to a conscious realization of this, we can hopefully find ways to love our children as we birth the next generation. A just world requires parents not just raising their children as a responsibility but loving their children
Some beautiful relationships today started with little romantic feelings but a decision to be with each other no matter what kept them going…and with time, the feelings grew.
On his final day as the resident of the boxy self-contain on Osazuwa street, he sat on his neighbour’s bench and watched people go about their everyday business. Children ran around in the rain that drizzled. Adults walked gingerly around puddles that were unevenly distributed along the street.
Abraham’s apartment was a two-bedroom. They sat in his bed. Regina knew what was going to happen and it was just a matter of when. She knew she wasn’t just there because of DVDs. When Abraham stepped out of the bedroom to turn off the TV in the sitting room, Regina got a WhatsApp message from Hakeem: I’m really sorry. Can we talk tomorrow?
Nigerians constantly do the most unseemly things merely to survive. Whether it’s walking to and fro inbetween oncoming traffic from 8 till late selling packaged sausages or carrying around a brush and water just to wipe windscreens so they can get 50/100 naira just to get something to eat.
There was something noticeably off about the way Mrs. Alade looked at Regina who was walking towards her. The smile Regina was accustomed to seeing was missing. In place of the smile was a hostile leer. Regina sat on the tall stool in front of the enclosed lobby desk, watching Mrs. Alade give her monosyllabic responses and dismissive shrugs.
The air was thick with tension. There was a Patoranking video playing on MTV Base, but their minds had drifted away from the moving figures on the 25-inch plasma TV. The inevitable was impending, but no one would make the first move. Hakeem suddenly turned towards Regina and she instantly did the same, as though her entire being had been anticipating some kind of signal from him.
Regina always wondered if the reason he never really talked to her was because he felt there was no point trying his luck with the Scripture Union-going, debate-leading Regina. She could never approach him because she felt she had a reputation to retain, and hanging out with Simon would jeopardise everything.
When you are in love you never! You never dare to ask important questions. He gave me directives on how to get to his mansion. He treated me like gold. I couldn’t help but helplessly fall in love with him.
The moment she showed up on my doorstep, I noticed something seemed off about Adaku I knew. This minute she appeared to be lost in deep, sad thoughts; then like one jolted back to reality, the next minute she was initiating endless random conversations in between forced laughter.
There she is sobbing in her sleep, wearing my pyjamas shirt on top of her dress, her white flowing dress, the one she bought from Vera Wang and the first thought in my head is “I’m never getting rid of that couch”.