Solomon Johnson was a good husband and father. In my ten years of being married to him, I had never had any serious reason to complain about anything serious. I had never had issues with him and other women, nor with money for he worked very hard and provided for us to the best of … Continue reading The Ghost
The monthly sacred flow of blood That unites many women in significance To the mystery of womanhood Has many names ; Menstruation Menses Period Time, Flower That time of the month Being On Being under The wound that never heals The monthly visitor All and more are the many names … Continue reading Menstruation….
Knock, Knock , Knock Another life grows within her Young and unripe Prey to the stupidity of sweet words and false promises A few minutes of painful pleasure Bittersweet Has caused this stranger to grow within her Once she was like a delicate china plate With a goldmine between her legs She was taught to … Continue reading Broken China…
City boy came back to the village With a newly acquired skill from the city He called it kissing The civilized way of showing love ! A foreign act he boasted Preaching with an air of superiority We stood in awe with our wrappers tightly tied around our chests Gathered around him in a circle … Continue reading Kissing..
Amidst rising smoke and beating drums, the priestess staggered to the haunting beat. Her wrists and ankles richly adorned with cowries and brightly coloured beads. Her hair wrapped in a thickly knotted red cloth with another, knotted tightly above her ample bossom as she continued to stagger in drunken stupor. She was supposed to be … Continue reading Abiku?
Yesterday, as I waddled smartly down the road I usually went for long walks every evening, I couldn’t help but over hear a woman like me look my way in disdain and voice out the word ‘fat woman’. She was tall and skinny and stood on top of very high heels. Me Fat ? Since … Continue reading Fat Woman…
I have given life to six great people Causing my belly to stretch and protrude like a little pot From fifty four months of providing a nurturing haven in my womb Stretch marks snake their way up and down my belly and buttocks Like the stripes of a zebra Gravity has taken its toll on … Continue reading Birthing Body..
Priceless are the memories of Mumsie’s cooking From the elasticity of her pounded yam, to the thickness of her soup With road blocks of periwinkles, dry fish and beef ! My mouth still waters at the memory Best of all was her Sunday, Sunday Special Jollof rice ! From the picking of the stones from … Continue reading Jollof Rice
Ehhhhhh Woooooo, Ehhhhhh Woooooo! That was the unmistakable scream of Ihuoma. I lifted myself up reluctantly from my sleeping mat and strolled lazily to the entrance of the family hut to find out what the cause for alarm was this time around. Ihuoma was my sister in law and village gossip, the whole village was … Continue reading This Marriage
From the beginning of time, My ancestors mothers, Have believed and worshiped the Almighty Creator Great big and tall women Big head wraps tied around their heads Thick colourful wrappers tied around their ample bosoms Hands raised towards the sky As their thick bodies bounced up and down in rhythm to their movement They communicated … Continue reading Ancestor Mothers
I was surprised to see Paul standing outside when I opened the kitchen door this morning. I was still dressed in my pajamas and stifled a yawn as I glanced at the Kitchen clock. Even though it was already eight o’clock, I was still fast asleep and didn’t appreciate being disturbed. I had dropped … Continue reading He Promised…
He smiled at me, My heart melted He moved closer, I started to shake He placed his hand over mine, I wanted to die Hard but gentle hands His gaze piercing straight through my innocence As my heart beat fast and loud Like voodoo drums Soft music playing over the old transistor radio on the … Continue reading The Devil’s Dance
My body should be mine to do with as I please It is not a playground, freeway nor slippery path for For Disrespect, Battery, Assault or Abuse Or an avenue for heat of the moment without MY permission It is a narrow path to be respected and honoured According to my wishes A smooth … Continue reading My Body
In a flash I was cut Sharp searing pain between my legs Shooting through my young body straight to my brain And exploding into a million tiny stars As I was held down by strong hands With another hand over my mouth to stifle my screams The rose guarding my crown was cut The rose … Continue reading The Sacred Rite
From the day I was born I was made to know I was a woman From the “Ohs” and “Ahs” and the words of congratulations to my proud parents I knew and understood everyone’s expectation of my role as female “Ohhh, in no time she would be up and about running errands for you” “Ahhh, … Continue reading Woman