1786 in the southern region of Judea, Bethlehem
the stars became cardinal points of the earth and a compass for 3 wise men
during a time, war raged in the heart of a mere mortal,
for a king was born and a gift given to the world.
People travelled from all poles of the earth to the manger
where a miracle laid shinning of a glory the world was yet to comprehend.
Halleluiah! Halleluiah!! A king was born and his reign forever.
Continue reading “Three Christmases in One Package.”
My dear Nigeria, you gloat with eloquence
while gazing at your fantasies that are years to come.
You exist in the suburbs of a dysfunctional world
Your innocence raped by corruption.
Far from a distant future even with the speed of your shining cars
I wonder how long people of different classes will continue to strive
in an atmosphere echoing nothing but noise and suffering
A weather harsh for agenda setting.
Continue reading “My Dear Nigeria.”
There’s none better than the other. Black and White are colors made up by men to cause disparity among races that come from the mating of same sperm and egg but due to the ideals the world has built around being white or black, we are often posed with the question ‘what does Being Black Mean?’
Continue reading “Being Black Mean.”
You know how there is one person that lightens up your mood or the feeling you get when you see your favorite thing, that is exactly what Yam potage means to me. For so long I had people ask me “Why Yam Pottage? Why do you love it so much?” until recently when I sat down to ask myself the same questions and I realized, we had come a long way through difficult times or days when I had to survive in school or a new environment; just to lay more emphasis on this, I am very selective when it comes to my food so I would rather make the food or have someone I trust do it and back in Secondary School when I was in the hostel, the food was scary and just by the sight of it, I always lost my appetite, anyways has God will have it, the hostel matron opened the doors of her kitchen for me to prepare Yam potage whenever I found it difficult to manage the hostel food.
Continue reading “My Love for Yam Potage.”
A beautiful caramel and a petal like vegetable leaf
Strong, delicate and remarkable as an African
Seductive, innocent, pure and talented African oyibo Continue reading “NNEM O (Mother).”
A glowing beautiful melanin or white skin, a healthy human system – danger to sickness and diseases, have you ever wondered just like me how both the poor and rich of the African society are able to stay in good health? I mean, you find both the rich and poor on the same level due to good health. What is the secret you may ask? It is simply leaves, that is, leaves used in making local herbs to be drank, eaten or rubbed by Africans to sustain good health.
Continue reading “Herbal Drink.”
It was a cold morning on 19th October, 1896, some of the husbands and wives were already at the farm to check the crops that had been destroyed by the heavy rain that occurred so as to uproot and replant them, while the young ladies went to the stream to fetch water.
Continue reading “Then & Now…”
Let me love you with the whole of me
It should not matter whether you would do the same
The thought of loosing you haunts me every night
And I am loosing my mind
Because I cannot bear to live without you.
What have you done to me?
Have you given me fufu to chop like my mama warned me?
If you have charmed me,
then I should thank the gods, should I not?
Everyone speaks about hatred,
My family and friends see only fire in your eyes
Yet all I see is my fate tangled with yours.
Why I love you so much is wetin me no know
But if I talk say I care
It will mean my love for you don die
So make I love you now wey I do
Because it does not matter what anyone says.
Photo Credit: Etsy.
Bibiana Ossai © 2016.
Black or white matters like the human chromosome X and Y
The fruit of primary colors combination is one secondary color,
Just the way the mating of the human chromosome creates one fetus.
Continue reading “WE: where lives matter.”
In an interview held in a two-room, well-conditioned office with Afro-pop and Afro-soul singer, Simisola Ogunleye born in Ondo State, she described herself as simple, honest, creative, happy and a hustler.
When asked about what growing up felt like, she tried to paint a vivid picture of her childhood days by stating that she was a tomboy, spoilt, lived a comfortable life and grew up in a broken marriage. Simisola Ogunleye, famously known as ‘Simi’ made mention of the fact that she has never been to her hometown but the Nigerian culture influences the genre of music that she is into, as most of the lyrics of her songs are in pidgin and the application of certain vocal infection to give her listeners a ‘homely feeling’ when her songs are being played.
Continue reading “The Power of the African Culture with Simi.”