The Fear That Crosses Continents: Reflections on the Evil Eye.
Travel stripped away my assumptions and revealed a pattern: humanity shares an ancient instinct to protect what is precious from unseen harm. From Igbo traditions to Hebrew scripture, from Indian weddings to Mediterranean amulets, the symbols differ but the message is the same, attention is powerful, envy is real, and vulnerability invites both love and hostility.
The Price of an “A”: My Story of Harassment in University
It was my first week in university. I had no intention of dating, just wanted to study, mind my business, and maybe play some badminton. Then I met him. He was unremarkable, just a skinny guy I chatted with at the bank while waiting in line. The next day, he walked into my classroom as the lecturer. What started as a casual friendship soon spiraled into something darker. And when I refused to play his game, he weaponized the one thing he had control over, my grades.
Reading the Bible Again—with New Eyes, a Wiser Heart, and Open Hands
Ten years ago, I read the Bible during one of the darkest seasons of my life, grieving multiple miscarriages and searching for meaning. Now, a decade later, I’ve begun again, with fresh eyes shaped by motherhood, faith, and my global travels. From infertility in Genesis to the wisdom in ancient laws, I’m discovering a powerful God who isn’t afraid of my questions. This journey is changing me, and I can’t wait to share it with you.
The Man Next Door: A Passport, A Benz, and Broken Illusions
From my verandah upstairs, I watched the parade, girls sneaking in and out of his flat, some washing his clothes, others arriving with soup ingredients. To them, he was more than a flashy neighbor. He was hope. A passport. A ticket out. But even as a young girl, I knew his story didn’t add up. I knew something was off. And the day the drug agents stormed his compound, the street held its breath, but I wasn’t surprised. I had seen it coming
My Winding Road Back to Faith: Reflections from a Life Between Church Doors
From boarding school skepticism to a heartfelt search for belonging, my faith journey has taken many unexpected turns. Through Bible studies, church-hopping, infertility, and IVF, I wrestled with doctrine and doubt. But somewhere between loss and longing, I found grace again, not in perfect agreement, but in peace. This is the story of how I wandered, questioned, and slowly found my way back to faith.
Catholic by Birth, Questioning by Experience
“I was nine years old, dressed in white lace and trembling inside. I had rehearsed my sins for confession like lines in a school play, small, harmless ones. But then the priest asked me about something no one had ever dared ask before. Something I hadn’t even told my mother. I said ‘no.’ And walked out wondering if I had just lied to God. I took Holy Communion anyway, convinced I was headed straight for hell.”