Females, from the day we are born till when we die, there’s never rest for us from society and the people we call family.
When I was a little girl, I heard the story of Cyrano and Roxane and at that age my heart bled for them, for lost opportunities, for doubts, but most of all, for him.
Her name was Nigeria
(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;
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.
The second category are the ones we call The IJGBs aka “The I just got back.”