I'm passionate about life and the women in it. I find fulfilment in writing and beauty in skirts.

I'll rather believe in myself and fail in my originality than succeed as an intellectual copycat. I see such failure as a knockdown and not a knockout. It's in me to equip my life with meaning and momentum.

A core link to my productivity is my heartbeat. I'm lucky because I'm alive now, living a purpose and may be dead later.

I wonder if a typical African man can wash her woman's feet without feeling the strain of a burgeoning shame.

I'll always advocate for women for any worthy cause, but a woman who doesn't reciprocate the honour given to her by her man can never stand the test of time because she lacks a vital attribute - mutual respect.

Life and whatever you do in your time in this world should not be a chore. You will be spending a lot of time doing it anyway. Every moment should be fuelled by your passion. It’s your reason. It’s your why.