4 Reasons Why You Should Die To Be A Part Of The 2017 Global Mentoring Walk Happening In Calabar
Sometime ago Emmanuel “Worldchanger” Bassey informed me of a Mentoring Program. At first, I was skeptical, but I decided to try it. You know… It doesn’t…
Poison by Mirabelle Morah
POISON I just couldn’t stand all their noise and trouble. I’ve never wanted to be the kind of girl to get married, have kids, have trouble…
Mirabelle’s 2016 Lessons
Somewhere in the last quarter of 2016, I felt like I had wasted my entire year. I was heartbroken about certain issues. During my first semester…
The Udala Tree In Our Backyard by Mirabelle Morah
Sometimes I like to watch the leaves fall from our Udala tree behind the house. Nne is so over protective of our Udala tree, she’s always…
I Wish I Knew by Mirabelle Morah
I enjoy making everyone in my stories suffer, but for this girl, I sincerely cried when I was writing this. This is one story which broke my heart and broke the water from my tear glands. I cannot begin to imagine what real life people in her shoes go through. I was so worried about her, and I still am.
Please if you find another like her, encourage her, love her, hold her and tell her that she will be okay and she has got to be strong.
Violence affects a growing child’s psyche. Let’s stop violence.
I’m Not ‘Understanding’ This African Time Thing Nigerians Do Again oo by Mirabelle Morah
I offered to volunteer at a friend’s event at Akpabuyo. A few hours to the event I received a WhatsApp message that it had been shifted…
Lagos Memories: The untold stories about my holiday in Lagos – Mirabelle Morah
You know, in Calabar you can afford to catwalk when crossing Calabar Road or Marian market, but in Lagos, even if a car is still 20miles…
Familiar African Tales | Ekpo in GSS Exam By Mira Morah
“Psst! Pssst! Nora!” I didn’t want to turn towards her so I pretended not to hear her. I felt a tap on my back. I pretended…
Familiar African Tales | MY PALLY PALLY BY MIRA MORAH
She was my pally pally, as we called it back in school. We walked back home together from school, we sat close to each other in…
Familiar African Tales | Pressurized By Mirabelle Morah
I don’t know how I survived high school without a boyfriend but hey! I survived. One young man kept on pressurizing my life right from my…
Once Upon A Girl By Mirabelle Morah
Cynthia was always nice to me. She had the prettiest smile and the prettiest hair, not that I knew many girls but Cynthia lived next door.…
My Crack By Mirabelle Morah
I’m not actually a wonderful person. My name means wonderful, but many times I’m less than wonderful. I’ve been told of my pride, about my snobbing.…
Midnights by Mirabelle Morah
As she slept through the night she heard it again. This thing—whatever it was—that kept her awake and kept her scared. She’d gone to sleep at…