Betty is an amazing writer. Her focus and speed as a writer are incredible. You can find her work on Afrosays. No, I put myself out there. I worked my goods well. I strutted and sashayed and worked that thing! But it kept on nagging.

A time for every purpose under Heaven,. A time to be born, and a time to die,. A time to plant, and a time to pluck that which was planted. A time to tear, and a time to sew,. A time to keep silence, and a time to speak. The date was October 3rd 2003. That was all I remembered. Everything written from this point is as I was told.

These words shall be my legacy. I used to be a rapper. I used to be a dancer. I used to read a lot. I used to have friends visit me at home. I used to be more social. I used to write poetry. I used to be a sculptor. I used to draw regularly. I used to make music. These are words I hope to never say. I used to make photographs.

To Children From Broken Homes. I speak not as one who condemns you, but rather as one who understands you. I might get a lot of stick for this but sod it. Sticks and stones eh? Nigerians and the C.

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Musings of a Gidi Mallam. Please wait a few minutes and refresh this page. Musings of a Gidi Mallam. I hope we can put this behind us when all this is over.

Get me outta here! In the search for who I am, I have become who I am not. What would the people think? Oh God. I just lost a child. God, please, I just want my husband back.