I love the Trisha show – so much drama and so much to learn as well.
I didn’t sleep a wink that night; I tossed and turned and tossed some more.
My flight back to Nigeria was plagued with overwhelming nostalgia.
The silence felt thick enough to be sliced.
Tade stood at the entrance to my room. I pretended to be asleep. He lingered for a while, then left. I truly wasn’t up for any kind of ‘mummy talk’ at that moment. As far as I knew, he probably came to apologise on his mum’s behalf and defend her some more – same old […]
“Breathe, Arinola, breathe,” I said to myself as I filled my lungs with air.