FINDING HELP

“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

HELP ME

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

CALLING ALL WRITERS/BLOGGERS

Are you a writer/blogger? Would you like to share your ‘single’ story? Well here’s your chance. Single in Gidi is looking for anyone with good writing skills to share their experiences of being single in Gidi. We are also accepting anonymous submissions in case you’re the shy type.  

MY BABY

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

HEY YOU

I took three weeks off work to be there for the baby’s birth, starting from the week before the EDD. I hoped to get at least a week or so for bonding before I had to return to work. My first week was spent going on long evening walks with Cynthia around the neighbourhood. My … More HEY YOU

WHAT’S IN A NAME?

I have always hated hospitals. As a child, a pending visit to the hospital conjured up images of an overly eager nurse wielding a syringe prepared for my buttocks – why do they push the plunger so you see the drug squirt? Scarier than the prick of the needle breaking my skin was the thought … More WHAT’S IN A NAME?