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13Jan

Today, I’m doing something different. I have an interview with my first guest and I’m doubly excited. I always wanted to have other people on my website but I didn’t think it would happen so soon. The honour of being first to grace my website goes to Tolulope Popoola, pictured below, she is a writer […]

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12Jan

I have kept a journal since I was 16. As a child, I saw my mum write in her diary and though I didn’t know what she was writing about, I got jealous that every evening, she wrote something in this small book. So, I got a notebook and started keeping a diary, trying to […]

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11Jan

When I read your book Eat Pray Love, I loved it. Not because you have the greatest writing technique on earth or because I thought it was deserving of a Pulitzer or Nobel Prize for literature. I loved it for the simple fact that you told your story, your way. You shared your pain and […]

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10Jan

I know for sure that nothing in life is free. I know for sure that great people don’t sit about waiting for luck to happen. I know for sure that life gives you the best gift it has to offer, life and time and it is up to you, what you do with the 24 […]

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9Jan

The year is still fresh, we are practically on the verge of the second week of January and I would like to believe we are all fired up and ready to go. At least, that’s how it is supposed to be. But what do you do when in the first week; things are coming at you […]

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8Jan

Today is all about loving yourself and taking care of yourself. As individuals we must learn to set aside some ‘Me Time.’ It is a time dedicated to yourself and you don’t share it with anyone, no matter who they are. Ii would like to believe that even married people or those who are all […]

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7Jan

Chief Osazuwa is dead. Benin is preparing to bury one of its favourite sons. The elders and town mourners are ready for the biggest funeral on the calendar. Tradition demands every child who is alive and well, must come home and do as custom demands. Enoma Osazuwa is far from ready. Truth be told, she […]

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6Jan

Sing

posted by Belinda Otas

I went to the cinema in 2008 to see the movie, We Are Together, a documentary about The Agape Children’s Orphanage in South Africa. Most of the kids had lost their parents to the HIV/AIDS virus. Their orphanage was burnt down and they went to sing in the US in order to raise money to […]

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5Jan

ACT 1 SCENE 1 We can hear the sounds and pandemonium of a car accident, police sirens, ambulances and paramedics working on someone who is unconscious. The voice of a man gives the paramedics, the name of the accident victim. She is his wife, tells them her age and that she has a medical condition.  […]

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5Jan

The day I wrote this, I was talking to myself. Yes, I do talk to myself and call myself to action. You should try it, the best form of therapy you could ever have in my humble opinion. My inner child feels Beaten, bruised and battered She talk to me She say, Miss, me tired […]

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5Jan

Belinda: In the last 25 years, how significant a literary publication is Wasafiri to today’s international literary landscape? Ngugi: I would say the most important thing about Wasafiri though I can’t comment on every article that is published in there but it is that it is giving visibility to writings from different parts although largely […]

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4Jan

Where do I begin? 1979 will be a good place to start. It is the year I was born in Benin City, Edo State. Then it was Bendel State, Nigeria. Fingers crossed, my mum does not change her mind and tell me it was still the Mid-Western Region. I spent the early part of my childhood in Benin City it was an exciting place, very rich in culture and tradition. Some I liked and some I didn’t.

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3Jan

I am not going to sit here and be a saint. There are times when I remember certain people and things; I really want to club them. I mean seriously beat the ever loving living daylights out of them. But I hold myself back and I speak to my heart, I am better than this and they may have tripped, I don’t have to go tripping.

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2Jan

There are times when I have wondered if it is wrong to be African or does being African mean you are under a curse that cannot be broken? I have come to the conclusion that there is absolutely, positively nothing and I mean nothing wrong with being African and we are not cursed either.

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1Jan

The first time I heard the song, ‘I Hope You Dance,’ by LeAnn Womack, I fell in love and I’m still in love with the song. The words hit me and they hit me hard and the line, ‘Promise Me You Will Give Faith A Fighting Chance,’ has stayed with me ever since.

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