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 …
My dear boy, Unbalanced teaching of God’s word is dangerous. I write to you to make clear certain struggles you will face a few years from now. You will …
Chudi stood in front of the class and read the piece he wrote. “Write from your heart,” the teacher said. “If I broke your heart, I’m not sorry; I …
I love pickup trucks. Leave it at Hilux because we’ve been taught to be content. So, we love what we can afford. Well, secondhand Hilux pickup trucks. Make sure it’s …
My son, You are no cattle hence we need new names. We need new names. We need new names because “Chibuzor” is the name of the enemy who must not …
My dear boy, Our lives are boring. It is so by design. We were not made to pursue the spectacular. Nonetheless, the spectacular is born from a collection of …
My dear boy, Nations rise and fall; kingdoms come and go. But we must ask ourselves, “Why?” Is it the way of the earth? And if it is, can …
My dear boy, I write these letters to you to show that I am human. Daddy is not some superhero who has it all figured out. Daddy has his …