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 (9)

July is one of my favourite months in this service year. On July 1, I got my sewing machine. I named it Jae; a Korean name which means Wealth. Okay, don't be surprised. Names are a big deal to me, and naming my properties help me connect with them, speak to them, and use them … Continue reading Diary of a Naija Kopa (9)