Ebube Anochili's blog

  Photo: from Google Saturdays in most Nigerian homes are the days when all the chores in the house are done.   The laundry. The sweeping and mopping of the house. The washing of toilets and bathrooms. Then there’s the cooking. Soups and stews are cooked in large quantities for the week and stocked in the refrigerator. Well, most Nigerians hope that the power supply would be relatively stable to keep their food from spoiling. Shopping isn’t left out of the list of chores. Whether shopping for household goods or food items or whatever it is, Saturday seemed the perfect day to shop. Amarachi Eze wasn’t left out of all the chores. As the first child and daughter of her parents, she took it upon herself to do most of the work. To her, it was a form of blessing. Her parents did everything to make sure she went to school, the least she could do was help in the house during the weekends. Well, it took over a year after her service to get the job she had at the moment. Before that, sh...

  Cupid’s Arrows. Cupid shot me again. And I fell. Again… This time, it was different. Well, it’s always different. I remember them all like it was yesterday. All the arrows. Anyway, let’s not digress. As I said, it was different this time. I was already deep in my feelings before I spoke to him. And after I spoke to him, it worsened. It’s a different feeling; Cos how do I really really like a guy whose name I didn’t know? How did I get here? Cupid is playing games with me again.😡 I still have wounds from all the arrows that have hit my heart, now another one has hit. And it hit really hard. Cos what’s this frantic heartbeat whenever I see him? What’s this crazy feeling in my belly like butterflies are dancing whenever I think of talking to him? What’s this inexplicable joy when I see his face? What’s this unnecessary giddiness when he smiles at me? What’s this fantastic story I have created in my head about us? What’s this love/hate relationship I have for this arrow? (I hope now...

  Photo: A photo from Google It was the Saturday after Valentine’s day. Chizoba and her friends had planned to hangout that weekend since they were all busy the weekend before. Kike hosted them at her family place at Victoria Island. Her mother was always excited whenever the girls came over. She always made sure there was enough to eat and drink. Sometimes, she’d sit with them for a while, she and Kike’s younger sister, Omotola, and listen to their stories, before Kike chased them away so she and her girls could have some privacy. This usually made Omotola sulk because she always wanted to be included in the conversations. She would term them ‘ amebo ’, hoping they’d include. She never had such luck. After a lunch of amala and efo riro , Chizoba and the girls made a successful getaway from the chaos of the house to Kike’s bedroom. Kike took a bottle of Chardonnay from the fridge and some glasses so they could enjoy while they talked.   After pouring some for them in thei...