All posts by P.J. Burre

Young Nigerian mom, addicted to reading and writing. I see everything in technicolor, and i've been told severally, that I tend to over analyse. I'm a firm believer in first doubting everything we know, in order to know for sure, the things we know, ergo, I am usually open and non critical of every life choice, personality and event, as long as it does no harm to others.

Bleedin’ Louboutin – Part 2

“The man who has left the cave, annoys the great beast of ignorance and bliss.” She said slowly, ensuring every word sank into my thick skull. Mum. Her skin glowed, like that of a bride. Despite our many differences, I respect how she always managed to put herself together. Even now, you couldn’t tell, that … Continue reading Bleedin’ Louboutin – Part 2


I drove past another street light, and the illuminations added some form of life to the falling pellets of rain. My wipers waved back and forth restlessly. It was past nine o’ clock, and the only sounds that kept me company,were the radio static, and the sound of rain pellets falling on the car, like small pebbles. … Continue reading FINISH MY BUSINESS – Part 1

Bleedin’ Louboutin – Part 1

Who’s to say that the darkest clouds won’t lead to rain? Who’s to say that when darkness goes, darkness will not come right around? I feel so lost and alone. Shooting stars, sunshine and double rainbows, beautiful little things that make life life, I’ve missed them all. My name is Simisola Johnson, and I’m no longer … Continue reading Bleedin’ Louboutin – Part 1

Broken People

Broken People

We make our faces shine with oil sheen scraped from cocoa shells. We are never hungry because from idiayunre down to odo ona, you will definitely find a fishseller’s daughter willing to give away left over herrings, crabs, or shrimps… sometimes roasted, sometimes fried. We could just run right through a crowd, and come up … Continue reading Broken People