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Author: Adaora Kene

So my bathroom had been leaking on and off for a while and it was so frustrating because it was beginning to soak the walls. Most would know how annoying this can be having to see watermarks. Not the sort that brings you fame, nope!...

I don't like churchy people. I mean it. I am eternally suspicious of them. In fact, if I am about to have any serious dealings with a person and they call the name of God more than once? Then I am out. I will not deal. ...

Okay okay!! So today I want to write about something very serious to me. This is like a mini rant and I figured that there is no better place to write this than here. Sooooo! Here it goes: it's about bullying. Let me take a...

I don’t know how I got myself into this zone. Take me back to the time when I had no idea what Facebook was or when I was just basically disinterested in Instagram and its companions. I don’t know if that’s really what I want...

  ''Gossip is so tasty. How we love to swallow it'' (Proverbs 18:8).  I didn’t come up with that. Someone smarter than me did and that person was damn right. Now everyone who knows me knows that I am an unapologetic lover of gists. I love to...

I know this place. I see it almost all the time as we drive back home after church. But for some strange reason I never looked twice. You know why? Because what I saw was just a market, a busy place where there was so...

    No one prepared me for this. Not one. I remembered how happy I was to announce at the start of the year that I would be starting up my NGO and doing plenty plenty stuffs. It sounded good to me. I mean why wouldn't it?...

I am a woman and I am proud to be one. I've never wished any more than to be one. Once in a while, I get told by the menfolk that it is easier to be a woman because things just fall into your laps...