Give mama a hug

Give her a hug. Help rid her of every worry. She might not show it but... She's hurt. She's strong but weak too. She smiles but hurts inside. A hug would do. Maybe... She might give you one too.



Read this little piece about a cranky nanny we all have encountered one way or the other. Hi Guys! I'm sharing this little sumn sumn I wrote for a sister and friend (she's actually my sister's friend but well, you get the gist). Miss Tobi Igbenogba is a Nigerian actress that keeps coming up with … Continue reading CRANKY NANNY


I got my first guest writer to share a bit about his personal experience with love and he said, "All boys fall in love". Read his narrative from beginning to end and remember to share your thoughts as well. "Well, it’s so funny how I never realized that I could really love a girl. I … Continue reading ALL BOYS FALL IN LOVE

Too Close for Comfort

It was hard. Being stared at. She felt his glance at every breath she took. It was like he was counting every breath she sucked into her lungs. One, two, three, that’s enough. Her heart was palpitating, unresponsive to her mind. She tried to cajole it to behave, but it did what it wanted. The … Continue reading Too Close for Comfort

She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not, She’s Me

I miss the days when a rose was described for its bloody thorn and not its fragrance. I miss when darkness played with my mind and words seemed to flow out like the Nile. I miss having so much to say and so many ways to say it. Now it seems like I’ve grown past … Continue reading She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not, She’s Me

What It Takes To Be A Good Pencil Sketch Artist

There's nothing like the feeling of fulfillment when you create something from scratch. That's what sketching is all about. It is an art of forming a bigger or smaller picture from strokes constructed with a pencil. It is not the skill of the talented ones, but the hardworking ones. In an interview with Praise Itoro … Continue reading What It Takes To Be A Good Pencil Sketch Artist

Lost but Found Rhythm

For a minute there, I thought it was over – until I heard the drum beating in my head again. It was the ritual of the voices, they were out to play. I had long forgotten the rhythm of the dance; long neglected the meaning of the music. I was a soul before the hope-suckers. … Continue reading Lost but Found Rhythm


I seek more from life than I’ve been given But I fear I will not be able to fit in.


He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. The petals weep as they see her tears Try as they may, they cannot wipe these tears away. As they watch their sibling fall They know that very soon it would be their turn. Cinderella waits calmly in the pool Ignorant … Continue reading Her

Door Knob

“Daddy please can we play another game, I’m tired of this one?” “You won’t leave this closet, at least not until we’re done.” The look in his eyes made me realize, that touching Daddy’s toy was never going to be fun.