Your New Husband by Dera Duru
You did not tell your boyfriend that you were getting married. So when your phone rings on your wedding night and his name and picture appear on your phone’s screen, you do not pick the call. It continues to ring, this iphone with its delicate features, with his face on the screen; his reddish lips glowing redder. You do not pick. Your husband stands … Continue reading Your New Husband by Dera Duru
MamaJ Talks about MamaJs Aviation Blog, Cabin Crew Fair and the Exciting World of Flying.
I stumbled upon this link on the timeline of a former colleague on Facebook over a year ago. I had even scrolled past, but something got me captivated. It was a beautiful write up about her, featuring her as the aviator of the day. Interesting. I got instantly hooked, and then I noticed where it came from : MamaJ’s Aviation Blog. “The same MamaJ?” I … Continue reading MamaJ Talks about MamaJs Aviation Blog, Cabin Crew Fair and the Exciting World of Flying.
My Husband’s Brother by Karo Oforofuo
“Tradition demands that in the absence of you husband, one of us must become your husband.” Uncle John’s voice rang in my head. The type of things we women are subjected to all in the name of tradition, is baffling. Who was I going to be wife to?” uncle John, my late husband’s eldest brother who happens to be in his mid-sixties? Or the other … Continue reading My Husband’s Brother by Karo Oforofuo
Startups: Sanni Murtala talks Wesabi, Artisans and Plans for Nigeria
Originally posted on MakeADreamNG.com:
Aha! There’s this Nigerian startup called Wesabi that you need to know about. Wesabi was born from a personal problem encountered by project manager Sanni Murtala. Sanni talks about it almost all the time. I was one of the lucky ones that watched him pitch Wesabi at the Co-Creation hub Yaba a few months back. “I had just moved to… Continue reading Startups: Sanni Murtala talks Wesabi, Artisans and Plans for Nigeria
Basis for Love (2): Mama Don Die… By Sinmisola Ogunyinka @sinmisolaog
Aaron Ezekiel returned a while later with David, and they walked into the boss’ office without sparing me an extra glance. The receptionist and the others came back, and I slid into my back office. I couldn’t pray Aaron would not come after me. He had, those eight years ago. I had resisted him then, and my only prayer now was the wisdom … Continue reading Basis for Love (2): Mama Don Die… By Sinmisola Ogunyinka @sinmisolaog
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