DEEVA DEN DIARIES

Got this mail from a Pweeber. It’s hard not to laugh before feeling bad for the guy. I’ll leave the rest of you to encourage him. Please read… I had just set down my plate to eat lunch, when I …

Hello Deeva, I read your blog from Ghana. I did something a while ago that has been eating me up and I just wanted to get it off my chest by writing to you. I’m in my mid-thirties and recently got divorced …

February 11, 2012 was just like any ordinary day for me. I picked up the remote control to my cable TV and settled down on my sofa to flip through the channels. Then I saw the news, and it seemed …

Can I just say something before we move on to the main topic? A few people have expressed some misgivings about my posts which bother on sex and the sexual anatomy so to speak. Most Christians believe sex-talks should be kept …

DEEVA’S NOTE: Hello, darling Pweebers. Sorry I didn’t post Quarantined last Wednesday. To make up for it, I’m giving you a much longer read this week. I hope you enjoy it. Please read…  The Story Maye had been seeing Kevin …

My mind drifted back to Njideka again. Was a temporary life of glamour more important than a lifetime of true love and happiness? If she had the opportunity to choose between happiness from true love and happiness from glamour, would …

Wow, how time flies! I can vividly remember January, 2014 and here we are in November. November is the month of harvest and thanksgiving and we sure do have a lot to be thankful for. With all the tragedies that …

“So are you going to eat the grapes or not?” he asked me knowing exactly what I was going to say next. “You know I’m stuffed my love, but after you.” He looked into my eyes for a brief moment. …

Ime and I were meeting today. We had both decided to close from work a few hours early so we could catch a late lunch together. True to the romantic type my boyfriend was, he told me not to bother, …

There was no mention in all of the gossip blogs about the particular Aristo, JiJi had spent the night with. What I still wondered about till this day was whether Honest Tafia had actually arrived before or just after Femai …

I remember the morning that JiJi woke up to the sad news. I had been sitting by her bedside for more than two nights, watching her almost lifeless body. I was parting the window blinds on the morning of the …

As we stepped out of the mall, our eyes roamed to see where Ishaku, Dave’s driver had parked the car. As Ishaku backed out of the parking lot, an excited Nessa couldn’t wait to open her shopping bags. Like an …

This logic sounded very appealing to Njideka. She saw no reason for advertising her family’s poverty on campus, while other girls were flaunting expensive cellphones, designer wardrobes and vacations to exotic places. Being a university student opened her eyes to …

Njideka, my third sister was the prettiest of us all. She was a light-skinned; hour glass figured young lady of average height. She had a natural shoulder-length kinky hair that cascaded on her glistening fair skin. Her eyes always sparkled …

I can’t believe Peace Ben Williams Blog is two years old, today…it feels like I’ve been blogging forever. It feels so good to see how much God has enabled me to achieve in so short a time. I actually had …

One day, my second sister, Paulina paid Ngozi a visit. As she sat in the living room and made herself comfortable, she perceived the sweet aroma of melon soup wafting from the kitchen into her nostrils. “Ngozi, I must eat …

There was this small hair salon close to the street we lived in. It was owned by Mama Faith and she had foreign hair magazines for clients to choose a variety of hairstyles from. Ness and I would go there …

“Do  you like these leggings?” My sister excitedly flashed a pair of yellow maternity leggings at me. “Hmmm…Nessa, why would you choose yellow out of all the finer colours on display here?” I teased. “But yellow is my favourite colour! …

As a young girl, I totally hated General Ibrahim Badamosi Babangida (Rtd). The year was 1987 and I was a 13-year-old in junior secondary school. IBB was president and he had just introduced the Structural Adjustment Programme (SAP). I wasn’t …

Have you noticed people are becoming more and more creative with words? Beyonce Knowles created the word ‘bootylicious’; a word that has come to define a woman who is voluptuously beautiful and sexy. Kimora Lee Simmons coined the word ‘fabulousity’ …

Talking about blasphemy, I want to elaborate on that post I once read from a twitter handle infamous for posting very rude tweets. The post which said: “My son told me one night to read him a fairytale for a …

A good friend of mine stumbled upon a post on Facebook. It got her so furious that she couldn’t sleep that night. She felt she hadn’t proven her love for the Almighty enough because she didn’t comment on the post. …

I once met a woman who made all the escapades of our men folk seem like child’s play. Gina is truly every husband’s worst nightmare. According to her, she was nineteen when she met her husband who was thirty four. …

I read in a newspaper, about a couple’s dinner organized by a Christian women’s fellowship. It was an event that was put together to create an ambience for marital counselling. There was a choir made up of these wives who …

In 2009, I had a friend come visit. It so happened that she met two of my daughters, Nadine and Chavonne playing the game of ‘pretend .’ On this day, they pretended to be contestants in a beauty pageant. So …

Usually, when you start your day feeling irritably angry at everyone and everything, people will ask if you woke up from the wrong side of the bed. On this day, I think I must have woken from the funny side …

Sometimes I wish I had a magic wand. I feel so sad when I see all the injustice going on in the world. I hear them on the radio, I watch them on TV. I see them in my workplace …

“There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many children; she didn’t know what to do. She made them some broth without any bread, And whipped them all soundly and sent them to bed.” Do …

Dear hater or whatever your name is, Usually I don’t dignify you all with an answer but one of you in PBWB Haters Inc. did the most stupid and cowardly thing when he/she chose to post a hate comment using my …

Eight year old Elizabeth was used to seeing women come and go in her father’s life. She was the fourth child. Her three older brothers had been borne to her father by three different women, her mother being the fourth. …