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 (7)

When I came to Oyo in January, I brought foodstuff from home so I wasn't buying much here. By April ending, my foodstuff was depleted, and there were some things I couldn't readily get in Oyo. I made a list of food items I'll need and sent it to my mum in Zaria, so she … Continue reading Diary of a Naija Kopa (7)