I wrote this poem a lifetime ago and it’s still so relevant in my current life phase. Here’s a sneak peek into the mind of young Vanessa.
Author Archives: Vanessa Emeadi
When The Whispers Become One Voice
Her silence is heavy
Walking Red
I experienced my first heartbreak as a child and everywhere I went my heart bled a little. I would spot dots of blood accompanying my steps but I never gave it a thought.
The Way Back Home (Part 1)
Bisi and her dad had just left an event and she was tired. She was grateful she didn’t have to drive home and felt lucky to have her dad with her.
The Great Plotter
Did I ever tell you the story of the great plotter, Vanessa? The story goes thus;
Phoenix Rising
For so long I’ve surrounded myself with these voices…
Rock-Bottom
What does it mean to start again? To hit rock-bottom?
Ode To The Suffragettes
Many times, I wonder about the reactions of parents whose daughter rebelled against gender roles.
ALL THE BAD GIRLS HAVE LANDED HUSBANDS
Folake, have you heard? Dupe is getting married o! Dupe of BABEL Hostel, Baddest Babe Ever Liveth.
In The Year Of Jendol
Do you remember that period in time, when Jendol was all the rave?
Brazen with Vanessa 