I'm sorry. I am truly sorry. You must forgive me. Those two sentences are for the friends that I didn't tell I was leaving Manchester on the 15th of June. I would have if I could have, believe me! You see, I the traveler didn't know I was travelling until the 14th. If you must be angry at anyone...

Right!! Let's get on with the show shall we? In Nigeria, there's this very very very popular newspaper called Thisday. I'm not quite sure that Newspaper is a good enough term to describe all that they do, and they do do a lot. Yes do do. It's a thing. Wrap your head around that.  Anyway, they've...

The beginnings are almost always the most difficult. I think I might have a fear of blank pages. They leave me in such a state of confusion that it is a wonder that I have written so many posts on this blog. Mena had been suggesting that I read it for a year and a bit but I ignored her. You...

There are some things that we grow so accustomed to that we fail to see what it is about them that is odd. I realise that the phrasing of that sentence is a little strange. It might be comfortable for you to read it as there are some things that we grow so accustomed to that we fail to see what is odd...

The gym is an increasingly popular place in today’s day and age. I know it’s a little odd to say today’s day and age and not this day and age but I like the sound of it better. Coincidentally Day & Age is an album by the killers that I often play in the gym. Where was I? Yes. As the...

I thought you'd be here so I went even though I had no reason to. I thought you'd find the randomness of it so endearing that you'd have no choice but to end up with me. But you aren't here and that makes the fact that I went so petty. I thought the sight of me would be enough to force the affection...

As the natural hair versus everything else debate wages all about me, I, Afam have finally formed an opinion. You may think that this really has nothing to do with me, but I don't care. I'm Afam and my sanity is questionable. I've got a therapist and everything. I'll be straight with you. I am a writer,...

Like Ifemelu, the protagonist of Chimamanda Adichie’s latest novel, Americanah, I wasn’t born black. I wasn’t black till I was 17. Before I was 17, Nigeria was my world. Nigeria was my life. It wasn’t that I was ignorant of race, it was just that it didn’t matter. We were all bound by a level of sameness...