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Chapter 1: Good-Bye Philly: Hello Lagos

I hopped on my last train from Center City to the airport. Philadelphia stood tall behind me in the full bloom of fall, the time of the year when leaves turn into glorious shades of burnt orange, lavender, rust, pumpkin spice, golden yellow, and…

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Tell your black girl daily
that her eyes are
colors of the brown citrine. smoky quartz
hot expresso. charming beauty. that.
that her lips.

Her lips. perfectly curated
with delicate defined edges. heart shaped
dash shaped. all shape.
is stunning.

Tell your black girl. daily
that her hair…

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Relocation, used interchangeably with migration is not a new trend.

From pre-modern migration to post Great Atlantic Migration of the late 1840s, human migration has existed for centuries.

In recent years, the migration of highly skilled professionals to western countries has been on the rise.

Highly skilled professionals are motivated…

Have you ever thought of the possibility of women ruling? Have you ever thought of the possibility of a day when women will rule in every country in the world? At the same time?

I have thought of it.

And so I wrote this poem in honor of that day.

Guest written by Jumoke Eniola-Odepe on Her Sides: The shoulders we stand on in celebration of women and women’s history month.

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has” — Margaret Mead.

March is Women’s History…

It’s okay to burn your bridges if you have to.
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“Don’t burn your bridges.” What a quote.

Not all bridges must stay. No, not all.

Some come into our lives. But for a while.

When you cling on thereafter. You hurt your soul.

They hurt your soul. You hurt their soul.

Burn such bridges. I tell you, my friend.

Don’t fortify a bridge, that is done with you.

Don’t force doors open. That has done its work.

When they close a door. Leave it closed.

When a bridge gives way. Build another.

When God closes a door. He opens another.

About The Writer

Jumoke Eniola-Odepe writes mostly about African narratives and speaks healing to people of African descent. She is passionate about innovation in Africa and believes that innovative thinking is key to transformational change in the continent. You can find her online at

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Our government does not listen. Our politicians have cleptomaniac gluttony.

They spray bricks of dollars at the innumerable birthday parties they conjure.

Dollars from our oil funds and treasury, meant to build us roads and hospitals.

Our roads are craters, roller coasters, turbulent high seas.

Hospitals are sharks swallowing patients…

Jumoke Eniola Odepe

writer. power of the pen, power of the law, power of the woman, I have these 3.

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