Getting my IUD put in in America was such a huge contrast with my numerous frustrating attempts to get some sort of semi-permanent birth control in Nigeria.
I should have got into stocks much earlier, but better late than never. I bought the Twilio IPO, and here’s how it went.
Father’s Day isn’t happy for me. It isn’t sad either. It just isn’t.
I’m taking questions because I’m too tired to write even though my list of drafts is longer than NASS’s list of cash allowances.
In the almost two years I have lived here however, it has remained cold and empty, and fewer than three people have come through the door in all that time.
It’s weird. This blog has kept me company through some of the darkest times of my life, but I’ve never written about the love of my life here.
Thank you very much! will do
Some Igbo people moved around as children or went to school with Igbo people from other areas and so speak a combination of the two […]
oh. ok thank you. How do you know where you come from based on the type of Igbo? my parents speak all types, I just
All the Igbo on this blog is in Anambra Igbo. Hapu is said by people from Imo and Abia.
I thought it was hapu okwu ahu for leave that matter alone