It was a Sunday and I was visiting Wale. Sly, Scar, and Phantom (I just realized how like a band of pirates we must seem) were there too. I was slugging it out with Wale on FIFA 17 and he had me against the ropes – I was two goals down with less than thirty … More WHAT IF?


“Hello babe, sleep okay?” “My heart,” and as always this made me smile, “I am good. You nko?” Cynthia asked. “I did too. How is Bobo doing?” “He’s here beside me, sleeping. Mumsi thinks I should wake him up to bathe, but I am happy to let him wake up by himself. Meanwhile, you are … More FINDING HELP


I woke up with a start and lay for a moment wondering why. I lay in the pre-dawn darkness blinking the spots away, waiting for my breathing to slow and for my heart to stop racing. I raised my wrist to my face and the glow from my smartwatch made me close my eyes. 05:16. … More HELP ME

BOBO 2.0

I was not always Bobo Nkiti. Maybe I was, but that wasn’t my government name. I was born the fourth of five children: sister, sister, brother, me, sister. I was argumentative as a child and was always getting into it with my brother, and that earned me the nickname ‘Zik’ after Dr. Nnamdi Azikiwe. Thinking … More BOBO 2.0


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Back home from the hospital, there was some adjusting to be made and I was not ready. My mother-in-law moved in with us, even though I heard that culturally it was supposed to be my mother doing the moving in. We don’t roll like that where I come from, plus Cynthia and I agreed that … More MY BABY