Are you single?
What are you going to be doing on Valentine’s Day?
We asked some tribesmen, all single, of course, to tell us what they’d be doing on Valentine’s Day.
I am Temitope Komolafe, a student of Medicine and Surgery in University of Ibadan. I am a very spiritual person and I believe God is and should be the integral factor in life. I write and specialize in screenwriting. I love reading and am very open to learning from everything because I have come to discover that the more we know, the more we discover how much we don’t know
by Damola Oluwemimo We would be looking at a few people who fought for the lives of blacks and helped to bring peace to oppressed African countries. Ellen Johnson Sirleaf Was born on October 29, 1938, in Monrovia, Liberia. She married in the year 1956 to James Sirleaf and was 17 at that time. She …
by Agwaze Gift Naomi Sitting under the mango tree. Enjoying the cool night air, With the moon smiling down on all beneath. The happy chatter of little ones, anticipating the moonlight tales of the elderly. Sounds of mothers petting their toddlers to sleep. Fathers under the cashew tree discussing pressing issues at hand while sipping …
The birth mark at the back of my neck was from cigarettes stubs that Baami pressed on my neck when I first came to this world. They said I died a lot of time, more like a premium Abiku, I’m sure you must have heard about us too.
“Go tie your wrapper well, can’t you see, you have started growing breasts?”, Said ubunkhei, my 14-year old male best-friend. Mami and Papi always told me to tie my wrappers well too, especially when going to the stream because “evil spirits were always looking for people as wives and husbands” I never took any of them serious, I always felt safe in my village.
That day the preacher-man went mad, everything he did was against the church itself. When he preached, he stamped his feet on the white tiles and clasped the microphone between his palms. When he sang, the church muffled and swayed from here to there like an Iroko tree blown by the desert wind. He called out verses – he carefully picked the verses – the ones that were long, long enough to throw the congregation in disarray of whispers.