Coco Davies leaned against the island as she arranged her last batch of freshly baked cookies and macaroons on a disposable serving tray. Through her kitchen window, she saw snowflakes floating down. She’d always thought if she were a snowflake, her ice crystals would be colour washed with a glitter glaze. She tore off a
Many moons ago, my late father-in-law welcomed me into his heart and gave me his mother’s name. I became an Ayoka. When I thought of the best name for my indie press, I kept going back to Ayoka. The name encapsulates the love of family which has sustained me through life. I know going
Seventeen years ago I left Ibadan, Nigeria, and moved to Laurel, Maryland. While I was happy to join my husband, about 8692 kilometers separated me from my first family. It made for a hard adjustment. My thoughts often went to my maternal grandmother, Mrs. Olufunke Mary Adedipe. I called her Mama. As her oldest grandchild,
This week, I made a guest appearance on Unoma Nwankwor’s blog as part of a series titled Flashlight Moments In The Dark. Read the opening paragraph and click on the link for the rest. Have a great day. “My name is Yejide Kilanko. I’m a writer. I still smile at my computer screen whenever I type those