Lies we were fed as kids

In the words of the Singer, Tamar Braxton, "Lies you tell!". Today, we will be taking a trip down memory lane and discussing some of the lies we were spoon fed as kids; lies our parents and neighbors made us believe were real, and lies we probably will pass down to our children as well.…

Coffee with Ameena #16

If we were having coffee, I'd ask you how your night was and hope it was better than mine because that thing called "menstrual cramps" shortened my sleep at around 3:30am. At 3:30am, while the world was asleep, it all made sense to me why I was irritable and incredibly hungry and craving for the…

Coffee with Ameena #13

If we were having coffee, in the spirit of spilling my tea, I have two confessions which are both related to my sister, (yup, the same sister who once forgot the birthday gift I bought for her). One of the confessions, she is aware of, but the other, she is about to find out right…

Challenges of studying in a foreign Land #1

For those who may or may not know, I spent 6 and half years in Sudan, trying to study medicine. I say trying because, boy, it was indeed a struggle (Thank God for his glory, we made it). A friend requested that I write about my challenges of schooling in Sudan, so Sola Ogunbiyi, this…

The noisy neighbour

You've all heard about the "nosy neighbours" right. Those neighbours who are always all up in your business, they are pretty much the CCTV cameras of the neighborhood. Asking questions they need know nothing about, putting their noses into businesses that are no concern of theirs. Well, today, I'm going to talk about, not a…

A boy, A gift, A scam…

I was in primary six and it was my tenth birthday. There was this one boy in our class, He was an Igbo boy and was much older than the rest of us. For the sake of anonymity, let's shorten his name to Chi. Chi and I weren't exactly friends, although we used to live…

That time my brain failed me…

"Do you know, I can't remember what you got me for my birthday". This was the statement which greeted me, one October evening. To rephrase it, my sister was telling me, the birthday gift I so thoughtfully put together for her, wrapped with love and money too, was all useless because she couldn't even remember…