Diary of a Naija Kopa (12)

My father passed while I was still a baby, so growing up, I barely called anyone daddy. As simple as it looks, calling someone daddy used to be a difficult thing for me to do. However, hearing my foster father answer whenever I say "dad" makes me feel something I can't describe. My foster mum … Continue reading Diary of a Naija Kopa (12)

Diary of a Naija Kopa (11)

Today's story is about the second to the last month of my service year...the goodo September! August ended with me being with the Kunhiyops. When I received my NYSC allowance for August, I withdrew a token and took it to my foster mum. I wanted to contribute to whatever she'd be spending for our upkeep; … Continue reading Diary of a Naija Kopa (11)