9 Tanki was our major shopping complex. There were as many as seven, eight shops there, but the one we always went to was kantin Sambo. Shehu and I. His things were more expensive and it always took longer for him to attend to customers because of the number of people waiting, but we … Continue reading
8 We did 'tashe' during Ramadan too. We sang songs and danced and mocked people. Now I wonder what we did that for. Most time what we got offered was food which we rejected of course. Sometimes we got grains that we gave to Maa after we shared among ourselves.(we usually went with the … Continue reading
7 We tiptoed and made as little noise as possible if Daddy got back and one of us was asleep and still in the palour. We would make sure that one got sent to the room the moment they started to doze … Continue reading
6 Somedays I got lucky and escaped Chinyere, otherdays, not so lucky. On the days she blocked me, basically she pushed me around, knocks here and there, pulled this ear and insulted me...classic case of bullying. I would not have minded much … Continue reading
5 Maa began to take interest in my school work. She'd ask to see my books and even supervise my homework. She called Amina to show me things sometimes, just to shame me...much later, I would find out that Maa was illiterate. I don't know how it happened, but I began to understand things. How … Continue reading Those years gone by…
4 Maman class two. I was ashamed of that name. For a while. A very short while. I wanted to sit up and advance too, but it wasn't easy, especially as it was hard to communicate in class. I sat at the back, … Continue reading Those years gone by..
Most times,w ell, maybe always, when people talk about feminism, I shut up. On the occasions I try to say something, I sound like I'm talking from both sides of my mouth, I sound like I'm contradicting myself. The concept, I identify with, the application confuses me. I hate confusion, so I shy away from … Continue reading RANDOM THOUGHTS