http://theijeoma.tumblr.com/post/82215149784/sometimes-calling-home-means-seeing-your-heart

theijeoma:

Sometimes, calling home means seeing your heart bleed and knowing there’s nothing you can do but keep on. This is the immigrant experience. This is pain. So, when people ask me where I’m from, I’ll start replying, I’m from where family is treasure. How can anyone ask me if I still have family in…

Words

theijeoma:

You would look prettier
if you wore more skirts
if you were a little lighter,
like your sister.

You would look so much girly
if you cooked like Ihuoma,
Ihuoma follows her mother to the kitchen and cooks good food
Adaeze speaks like a girl
and doesn’t climb trees like
a wild animal….

theijeoma:

You have Facebook, YouTube, Tumblr and Instagram yet you do not know that I do not live in trees and do not have a lion as a pet. You are either spiritually stupid or will remain perpetually foolish. Which is it?

The Act of Forgiveness

theijeoma:

Dearest Rwanda Rwanda,

Thank you.


Sincerely,
All your African Cousins.


Love from Nigeria. Ijeoma.

theijeoma:

The white feminist becomes the CEO. The black feminist becomes the exiled rebel. The white feminist speaks about teaching literacy like i should thank her, hold her hand, kiss her for teaching children of darker skin. The black feminist should be grateful. The black feminist wears her natural hair, she is called ‘too rebellious’ The white feminist cuts her hair, she is brave. the white feminist gets featured on TIME. The black feminist is the fine print.

 

||  Ijeoma.

theijeoma:

American mothers always say “I love you” but our mothers never do, do they? Yet let their child get sick, let their children hurt and our mothers will rip their hearts open, fetching for needle and thread to sew us back into perfection. If that isn’t love, I don’t know what that is. Ijeoma.

Blood

theijeoma:

Stories written for our mothers who didn’t finish college. Stories written for our fathers who still have nightmares because of the war. Stories written for our Uncles who were killed during the war. Stories written because the Nigerian history class books never taught us. Stories written about…

theijeoma:

A man who loves his job. Rude customers and all, still does a great job. One thing I noticed a lot in Nigeria was the huge support for the movie industry. I mean, even the music too. In stores and restaurants, there were no American movies like before but it was Nigerian movies, shows and don’t get me started on Nigerian music videos. It was so beautiful seeing these happenings. Even upstairs in this salon, there were women watching a Ghana/Nigerian movie as they did their nails. Beautiful sight!  


Ijeoma.

theijeoma:

A man who loves his job. Rude customers and all, still does a great job. One thing I noticed a lot in Nigeria was the huge support for the movie industry. I mean, even the music too. In stores and restaurants, there were no American movies like before but it was Nigerian movies, shows and don’t get me started on Nigerian music videos. It was so beautiful seeing these happenings. Even upstairs in this salon, there were women watching a Ghana/Nigerian movie as they did their nails. Beautiful sight!


Ijeoma.

Dear Nigerian male musicians

theijeoma:

Dear (some) Nigerian male musicians, you live in a continent filled with women from sun shade to moonless beautiful night, some with skin filled with melanin. Please tell me why you release music videos not featuring women who dance to the rhythm of your songs because they feel it in their bones….

theijeoma:

That. Sound. You. Make.
Everything. Stops. Moving.
Eating. Your. Hearts. Out.
Cup. Your. Moans.
Watch. Heaven. Shake.
These. Bodies. Need. This.

Ijeoma.

http://theijeoma.tumblr.com/post/81116597101/girlfriend-honey-child-moon-child-skin-kissed

theijeoma:

Girlfriend, honey child, moon child, skin kissed by Gods. Woman, sweet lips, burning soul, light filled eyes. Skin void of light, who cursed you? Placed darkness into your skin and made mad love to your soul. Such beautiful curse. You are a beautiful sight. They name you after Venus. Name you…

theijeoma:

Battle scars on children, invisible to adults.

Ijeoma.

theijeoma:

The day when I see Chima with that girl, I no even do anything. Na so I waka back to my house. I cook him favorite food, I come wait for am for house. Him go come back to me, my Chima go come back to me.


Cheating Spouse.
Ijeoma.

theijeoma:

There are some letting go so painfully courageous even God says, thank you.


Ijeoma.

theijeoma:

I crawled back to myself
I washed the stain off me
Even God knelt, begging me to live


I watched the procession
The ones I gave my heart to
Took a blade, bleeding me to pain

They say, you fly
They say, you walk
I couldn’t do nothing but crawl

There I was
Hugging myself
Welcoming self home.

They call me strong
I wonder if they see the wounds
On my knees

They call me strong
I wonder if they see
How weak I got
Even God knelt, praying for me.

Ijeoma.