Dedicated to Chukwuemeka & Chijioke Ekwelem,Chimaobi & Emelda Okafor,Kelechi & Tessy Anyanwu and Emeka & Nneoma Nkemakolam With the joy that came,the wait began For little feet and chubby hands For fresh scent and sweet babbling But all we heard was ‘wait,wait’ And so we waited,day and night Patiently atRead More…

This poem was composed by my dad and recited by my brother when I was barely a year old and learning to stand on my own feet. (She laughs) It’s amazing I’ve had it on my bedside wall all these years. It happened to catch my attention this Sunday afternoonRead More…

The falling rain seemed incessant. Streaks of lightning shone in the sky, shattering its darkness for a split second before the thunder rumbled in the far distance. It was one of those rainy nights and as usual during such storms, the Power Holding Company had taken back its electricity, probablyRead More…

My cute little Chubbylicious makes me speechless when it comes to expressing what he means to me.The words,though in my heart seem inapt and uncapable of portraying this deep feeling of emotion engulfing me. Is it the joy of being a mother? When people called it joy,they lied. Pardon me.Read More…