Turning 25 + Growing Up + Good Bye

i am running into a new year
and the old years blow back
like a wind
that i catch in my hair
like strong fingers like
all my old promises and
it will be hard to let go
of what i said to myself
about myself
when i was fifteen and
twenty and twenty-one
even twenty-four but
i am running into a new year
and i beg what i love and
i leave to forgive me

—My tweaked version of Lucille Clifton’s poem.

I turned 25 on Wednesday, 27th March 2019. 25. A whole me. This new age came with the feeling of achievement blues. I felt I had not achieved anything. I felt and still feel like I am floating through life. Everyday I ask myself what value I am adding and what difference I am making.

The past one year has been overwhelming in all sense of the word. I finished from Law school and got called to the Nigerian bar. I traveled to Kwara State for the compulsory NYSC and ran away from camp after three days because the place was so horrible. I redeployed to Lagos State and began hunting for a Place of Primary Assignment and I found one. I had relationships that went sour.

Now, the normal me would have written about all of these experiences here. But I just couldn’t bring myself to write about anything. I do not even do my daily journal entries anymore.

Writers block or laziness? I will never know.

I guess this is my way of saying GOOD BYE to this blog and to you all amazing people that have followed me since 2013 – 2019. I began this blog in June 2013 and it has been a wonderful 6years of writing about my random thoughts and musings. I have made and met amazing friends through this blog and I have measured my growth in a way through the posts I made here. I will definitely come back to “blogging”. But for now, it is Good Bye.

I should stop here.

You can still follow me on INSTAGRAM – @THEAFROREADER – I share all of literary activities on there.

Good Bye (For Now)!

Love and Light!

Chimdinma Adriel Onwukwe!


bd 2017-03-27 at 4.05.08 PMHey Beautiful People,

It has been a while. Lagos has been doing me and I have been doing Lagos too. LOL!

I turned 23 on Monday. I am super grateful to God for the gift of life. I didn’t particularly have “fun”, but Mr. Biyi (A partner at the firm) had the good mind to take my friends and I for lunch at Eko Hotels.

PICTURES: Continue reading “23”

Mummy’s Royal Indomie And Other Cheap Things! 

It’s my mother’s birthday today. Continue reading “Mummy’s Royal Indomie And Other Cheap Things! “



22 is basically the only age you can use as leverage. Meaning that because it’s the exact age between life-as-you-know-it and what will later be known as ‘real life’ (that’s scientifically proven, of course), people expect you to make some mistakes. Mistakes like overcooking a pot-roast or dating someone who may not be right for you. And that’s okay, because heck, you’re just 22. Shanelle Kaul

Continue reading “TWENTY-TWO”


New Friend's Facebook Cover Photo.

There are good people in the world.
There are bad people in the world.

I’ll try to tell you what happened on 24th March – 26th March 2016.

Continue reading “MOURNING 21 – PART TWO”


Your 20’s are your “selfish” years. It’s a decade to immerse yourself in every single thing possible. Be selfish with your time and all aspects of you. Tinker with shit, travel and explore, love a lot, love a little, and never touch the ground. – Kyoko Escamilla.

Me at Seven.

Continue reading “MOURNING TWENTY-ONE”


Chimamanda. I think it was the name I fell in love with at first, I had never heard that name. My secondary school was in the heart of Umuahia, with over 300 Igbo students and no one had the name – CHIMAMANDA. But we sure had an abundance of the regular Igbo names : CHIDINMA, CHIOMA, CHIAMAKA etc.

≈☻The MARCHERS (BiRthDay Lines)☻≈

(Wholesome Dedication to Ijose Tosin Joses Jenesaisquoi and Adriel Chi Onwukwe)

On a day,

When the sun shines the rays of fortunes

And happy birds sing the blessings of their tunes

When mercies come down like showers of rain

And hearts dance to the rhythm of joyful veins.


That was the day, we were born

That was the day we’ve chosen to come.


On that day,

When Intelligence and wisdom give away

And knowledge and understanding parade the bay

When eloquence and diligence march all the way

And wits and words bear the flag for the day

When talents and brilliance hold the sway

And ingenuity gathers drum and flute to play

That was the day we were born, that day…


When Kola and bitter nuts performed the rites

To pray many days and longer days to bite

When honey, salt and sugar were never scarce

To pray for a rosy life and a prosperous pies

When Alligator peppers stay knitted in their brownish shell

To pray for good words from all that they tell.


The day is today,

When the gods raise up their goblets in celebration

And angels blow the trumpet for a Birthday song.

Today is the day,

When we look back on those covered races




C. 2013


…..A poem by a very special birthday mate : a poet and much more……



…….How beautiful a day can be when you be the art of it! Oh yes….. I am plus one today..

Its been a while and I have missed my blog so much, I have no idea who i should put the blame on.. LOL. I guess I’ll have to put the blame on my very busy school schedule…. I promise to be back and better once I’m done with the session.
Despite the busy life, I’m happy to say that I AM A YEAR OLDER TODAY. So much has happened this past year : the good, the bad and the ugly but here I am, enjoying the moment….
For Life , I’m grateful…
For one more year, I’m grateful….

🙂 🙂 🙂

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