Vanessa Emeadi

Even When We’re Apart

Summer nights Bonfires and red cups Wicked games in motion Your eyes on mine

Helpless

(Previously published on Naijastories) Love me, you said.Want me, you said.Need me, you said.Foolishly, I did all that and now I’m lost, drowning in the chaos that is you.

On this table, there are some men that have decided to keep messing with our feelings and not commit to us. They hide under the umbrella of “The Talking Stage”. Yes, you read that! It’s dating but due to the pandemic, you can’t go out or travel as you used to; so, many hearts areContinue reading “The Talking Stage”

The Cop We Deserve: Eve Dallas

(Previously published as My Cop on Naijastories) My cop.Words can’t describe what she is, who she is.I tried and I just got lost.So here’s what I managed to put down;

For The Love Of Music

Music was my first love…I remember singing along to Mariah Carey as I cleaned on Saturdays. I remember the speaker that let out such wonderful tunes while I and my siblings danced to it.

With Love From Lagos pt 2

The second category are the ones we call The IJGBs aka “The I just got back.”

With Love From Lagos

Lagos, Lagos, Lagos. A beautiful city filled with unique sets of beings. The heart of Nigeria.

The Crime Against Women

To celebrate women and our special month, here’s a piece I wrote after observing the ways of men and the society we live in.

Mother

They say a woman’s place is in the kitchen of a man – her father, but preferably, her husband. The perfect quality they say is the presence of the gag in her mouth. One without a gag will run you down with just a sting of her tongue. That was my mother, the woman withoutContinue reading “Mother”