I had a bit of a Eureka moment a few days ago after reading a post written by Afua over at Rambling Roommates. I’ve said to her (and numerous other sisters who’ve sought my advise about …
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You couldn’t miss her, standing there amid the crowd dressed in a sequined bustier and bright, white jeans and an even brighter smile. The crowd seemed to part as Pomaa made her way towards Frema’s statuesque …
[So by popular request here is part 3, and somehow this story has shaped up to be a multi part one, so if there is interest I’ll continue writing. Read part 2 here and part 1 …
[View the story “Reconciling sex with our faith” on Storify] …
I remember Aisha because I could never forget. The intense blackness from the Kohl that lit up the lids of her big brown eyes, her lashes long and curled that pulled me in deeper every time …
Can you imagine one of the questions we always get asked about Adventures? Why did you start this blog? Sigh. It’s a question that I’m personally tired of answering especially as it’s the first frickin post …
The first month of Pomaa’s self-imposed exile was absolute. Ibadan society was not so varied that she could not bump into anyone who did not previously know of her wedding, or have some hand in it …
Save the date people. Our very first Google hangout will take place this Friday, 17th January at 17:00 GMT. The topic for discussion will be ‘Reconciling sex with our faith’ and yes, that also includes ‘no …
[This is a two part story. Click here to read part 1] At 6:55pm I walked into the expansive lounge of the Movenpick and turned right towards the ladies toilet. I had always loved those loos. …
She looked down at her phone notification and saw that she missed his call. She excused herself from her lunch date to quickly return his call knowing he would not leave a message. “Hey you” she …