A holy blindness
I woke up to the call for Subhi. I immediately performed my ablution and jogged to the mosque opposite Mallam Bilyamin's ungwa for congregational prayer. With my forehead pressed to the mat, I asked…
Ogbechia Victoria
Hello! I am a nonfiction essayist and this is a small glimpse into what goes on in my mind, observations, thoughts, stories, and everything in between.
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Published Essays
The infidel's tear
“Go away!” “Dan Allah mallama, ina ji yunwa,” I said, emphasizing my hunger and need for help, no matter how small. “Don't bother me, Dan iska. Abi na me born you? All these useless Almajiri,” she…
A Borrowed Fate
As I crouched behind the rusted kiosk, lost in my thoughts and trying to understand what my mind was playing at, a sharp pain at the back of my head pulled me out of my reverie. I turned around. One o…
Always left behind
Oghenekaro left without a word. Without my consent. That Friday morning, it was raining; it was cold. The universe was aware. The roads anticipated his coming. Travel… He dressed, ready to hi…
Between My Thought and Her Time
I am a questioning woman in a world that celebrates certainty. In my search for answers, I found not just history, but a reflection of my own thoughts in another time.
Let's Talk About the Devil.... and Us
One chose pride and never returned… the other kept falling, yet still found restoration. So what really separates them?
The Enemy's Point of View
Tradition gave me permission, and I let cruelty play, testing family and watching them endure.
