As is tradition, we gather at my parents’ house, this time during Holy Week. Before, we used to meet at my maternal grandparents’ house, but now each of my uncles and aunts hosts the gathering at their

Nigeria is our home, it goes beyond just a place or location on the map. Nigeria is us, and we can't keep looking at ourselves going down the drain, we can't keep keeping quiet saying our hand is experiencing

¿Y qué tal tu confort?, te lo pregunto en serio, porque a veces uno dice “no, yo estoy bien así” y listo, pero en el fondo como que algo no termina de encajar, como que sabes que puedes dar más, pero ahí