Category: Series

  • Return Mail: Yours Imperfectly

    Return Mail: Yours Imperfectly

    Nkemdinobi’m, I have my mother’s eyes. No, not the same color, nor the same shape. But I don’t cry. It’s been that way for as long as I can remember. As a child I thought it was a good thing. They always called me a brave young boy who never…

  • Return Mail: This Place

    Return Mail: This Place

    Easy. That’s this place that we’ve come to. Although if you think about it, we’ve kinda always been easy. Settling into each other and flowing seemingly seamlessly. Comfortable is another word I would use to describe this place, but the word has sort of become associated with old, married boring…

  • Return Mail: Hold My Hand

    Return Mail: Hold My Hand

    Temi, My own. I always said I was going to call the person I get married to Temi. The reason was because I didn’t want to ‘share’ the name. Didn’t want to ‘prostitute’ my name (for want of a better word). But this name? It’s yours. I’m sure. It’s how…