Dear G-Paps, Trailing World War II, the family dynamics changed. The men died in war, and the women sustained the machinery by which they gallantly marched to their death. …
My dear boy, I read the commentaries of my brother on religion, society, and a number of other subjects, and there is this mellowed pleasure marinating deep down my …
My dear boy, Although I write these letters to you with the best of intentions, I do not deny the weight exerted on my pen by my emotions. As …
My dear boy, “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and their entrances….” My mother, pious as she is, …
My dear boy, I do not deny that I have struggled with finding the perfect nickname for myself. Oh, I think that I give the best nicknames, and I have …
Dear readers, Among the many struggles men face (yes, blessed men), is the fact that we often have to hold our ding-dong while we poop. It’s not the most glamorous …
My dear boy, I am tempted to begin this discourse with the famous line “The role of black fathers cannot be overemphasized,” but that might probably put you off. Besides, …
My dear boy, Nonso bụ ọyi ahụ ka nwanne. Aside from being classmates, we were roommates. And we were proud Republikans. He participated in sports and governance of our …
My dear boy, Dr. Jonas Akung. I was quite fond of him. Anyway, we were seated under the sound of his voice when he shared his stories. Today, I’ll …
My dear boy, I’m from the generation of Tommy Hilfiger boxers and 50 Cent’s G-Unit. Baggy clothes were the killer fit. All-Star sneakers were a must. A few bandanas …
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