Up Hill

| This is the 378th story of Our Life Logs |I was born on the eve of the ‘90s in the sleepy town of Ile-Ife, Nigeria. I have two older sisters. My family was considered small because it was common in our country for families to have more than four children. My mother was a nurse, and my dad taught at a secondary school. Together, we … Continue reading Up Hill


At the Finish Line

| This is the 375th story of Our Life Logs |1 | The Wound“Lives are spared, families heal, things get better.”That wasn’t how things began when I was born in 1966 in the US, that’s for sure. I mean things started out pretty normal I guess, but at the age of three, my mom committed suicide due to drugs and alcohol.  I was obviously too young to … Continue reading At the Finish Line