Dear Diary, I heard something recently that made me sit down and stare at the wall for a few minutes. Not because I was shocked, because Nigeria has exhausted my shock reserves years ago. But because I was trying to determine whether I heard correctly. Apparently, in response to the worsening insecurity in the country,
Dear Diary, Let me tell you about Nigeria.Actually, no.Nobody can truly explain Nigeria. People have tried.Historians have tried.Politicians have tried.Journalists have tried.Even Nigerians themselves have tried. Nigeria is not a country that can be understood through statistics. The numbers will tell you our population, they will tell you our GDP, and they will tell you
Dear Diary, Before I start ranting about Nigeria, men, women, politicians, social media philosophers, and the collective confusion we call adulthood, I suppose I should tell you who I am. After all, it would be strange to spend years talking to someone who doesn’t know my name. Well… My name is Rahima Ifunanya Adekunle.At least
Dear Reader,Since you’ve somehow found your way here, introductions are probably in order. My name is Rahima Ifunanya Adekunle. Most people call me Ria.It’s shorter, easier, and saves me from turning every introduction into a discussion about Nigerian geography. I am a Nigerian woman with too many thoughts and a diary patient enough to listen