Author: Ngozi

I’m a big girl now…

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From the response I got to my last post, I realised that I bummed you guys out with talk of my dead dad, and then the breakup. First of all, regarding the breakup, TRUST ME, I’m fine. I learnt a few lessons; the most important one being that I should never EVER compromise, no matter how connected the beard is. Normally, I have three major things I look out for in a guy and I guess I asked for trouble when I compromised on one of them. One of my least favourite people in the world are those ones who…

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The one with the text…

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The year before my dad died, a friend of mine went to see my mother about marrying me. The guy had said it several times that he would see my mother first, then go to the village to see my father. I didn’t pay any attention because he was never even an option. In fact, if God himself had come to me in a dream and told me that this my friend was pregnant and the baby was the son of God, I still wouldn’t have considered him. That’s how much of a non-option he was. Anyway, he didn’t tell…

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New Beginnings…

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Did I tell you guys the one about how I quit my job, packed up my stuff and moved halfway across the world to get a Masters degree in Clinical Biochemistry?  Every year, I wrote it as a part of my New Years resolution. Every January, I would start several applications to different universities. By February, work would get in the way and with each passing month, the application deadlines would come and go. Ocassionally, the application portals would send reminders to “log into the portal to complete your ongoing application”. Rinse and repeat the following year. Last year though, I…

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Dear DMX, I’m a writer who doesn’t write…

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DMX’s death hit me hard. I wept like he was my cousin. For me, his music represented a happier, simpler time in my life. As a child, and even up until my teenage years, we (my siblings and I) were not allowed to go out as much as we would’ve liked. In that sense, my dad was strict. However, because he was a music buff himself, he bought us loads of music albums. And that’s how I started listening to Gangsta rap at a very young age.  I was only 10 years old, but I knew what Kurupt would do…

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A different Christmas…

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That morning during breakfast, I sat close to a rich girl and her friend. Don’t ask me how I knew she was rich. She just sounded rich… and she acted rich. Anyway, I was shamelessly eavesdropping on her conversation with her friend as she described the events before and after her father’s death. From the conversation, I gathered that he was an extremely wealthy man (I told you she was rich!) with lots of kids scattered around the world… but that wasn’t even the interesting part.  It was they way people behaved when he died that astonished me. His body…

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