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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 raspberry red. Soft sunlight pierced through the trees, casting golden glows on the houses that lined its path. I watched as the city slowly disappeared before my eyes, giving way to shadows, the shadows I felt before fleeing Lagos.

If not for Dad’s passing, I had promised not to visit…

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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 is
beautiful. magnificently kinked.
an institution. a college of
learning. a collage of the.
the tightest and loveliest curls. that.
that her skin.

Her skin. the la peregrina. rich. her skin.
a mix of the rarest
pink star. the cullinan.
koh-i-noor. opal. jadeite.
exotic. detailed. all shades of her.
is gorgeous…

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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 to migrate for reasons ranging from seeking a higher quality of life to economic factors.

These reasons are often meticulously deliberated before making the move. What is less considered however is how the move might impact mental health.

Research shows that most middle-class skilled immigrants from West African countries such…

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.

Long live the Women Era.


on a beautiful day.
in a few moons from now.
women will rule in.
every country in.
every continent of.
the world.

end child soldiering.
ceasefire here.

balance. justice. equity.

on a beautiful day.
in a few moons from now.
women must rule in.

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 Month.

Rightly so.

With over a century-old women’s rights movement, women have crossed many rivers to get to where we are today.

Over the years, women have fought for the right to vote, equal representation in government, the right to equal pay, and a host of other rights.

We, the…

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 without chewing.

We started fleeing home a person at a time.

We’ve been fleeing home for a long time.

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

Our people are spread over oceans. Stuck between devils and deep blue seas.

1987, my aunt ran from home to Europe…

Jumoke Eniola Odepe

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

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