Rosie R.

I see myself as an observer. I like to see both sides. I prefer to play devil's advocate. I firmly believe no one is ever always wrong. Even a stopped clock is right twice a day. I determine the worth of a person by how much love he/she gives to those around them, how hard they work at being better in everything they do and how much time they spend not judging other people's shortcomings and inadequacies.

Africans and Mental Health

Why am I writing about Mental Health issues?Well, ever since my pre-teen years, I have had panic attacks...

Woman in the Mirror

In May of 1998, she blessed me by touching my head three times. I never saw her again...

I Did it For the Valium: A Week in the Cuckoo’s Nest

Any one who casually dropped by to see me that Tuesday afternoon would think I was going on vacation. My luggage was stuffed with lounge wear, a pair of house slippers, a pair of Addidas, t-shirts, CDs, books and magazines. I was going away, but not on vacation. I was checking myself into the Psychiatry Unit of a major hospital...

The Need to Grieve

I am intrigued with the grieving process.It is not some morbid fascination of mine.It's just that I don't recollect ever being able to grieve properly.I am never appropriately upset at the death of a loved one...

How To Really Get and Keep A Nigerian Man: Response to Michael Oluwagbemi

To get and keep a Nigerian man you need to more than learn how to cook. You have to bite your tongue when he criticizes a meal he does not particularly like, even though you spent hours on your feet trying to get it just right...

One Sunday Morning

My life was just meaningless dates and acquaintances...and then there was Johnny. It was like things made sense when I met him.We clicked instantly. When I met Johnny, all the noise in my head got quiet and I was happy…goofy happy…like a crazy person...

Sibling Rivalry

My father is a big man with menacing features. He ruled his household and my home village with an iron hand. No one, no one ever talks back to him, at least not in his presence. My sister was the only person I know who has ever told my father she hated him...

The Problem with Being an Igbo Woman

"Rosie, my dear, I just want you to settle down. All your younger cousins are married; your little sister Patricia just did her igba-nkwu. What worries me is that you don't even seem to be trying..."

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