A friend asked me what my expectations for 2022 were, and I hesitated. Almost afraid to say anything for fear that it will not happen (again). But before I give you the full gist, let me first congratulate you for making it to the new year!Read more
I remember harmattan in the North like a distant memory.
The wind was always cold and crisp.
It could turn bread to stone in a matter of minutes.Read more
Woman. I only started understanding the gravity of that word as I transitioned to a young adult. She embodies what most of us will never fully comprehend. Her strength is subtle, yet evident. She goes through so many changes in all areas of life. She makes nature complete. Without her, there is no continuation of the human race.Read more
I hope you remember to show more empathy,
I hope you try to listen without prejudice,
I hope you’re there when your friends tell you they want to end it all.
I hope you’re not afraid to open up about your struggles,
About the demons you’ve faced, and the ones you’ve destroyed.
I hope you are a safe space for others,
I hope love flows out of you, unforced.
I hope you are someone’s sunshine,
I hope you’re a light that beckons to others,
A light that reminds them that the darkness isn’t forever.
I hope you heal,
I hope you laugh again,
And I hope you find the reason to enjoy life again.
As we recognize World Mental Health Day, I hope you recognize that you matter more than words can say.
I was trying to board a bus heading to work during the morning rush hours in Lagos. At first, none were going my way. Then when they were, other people would rush in. One particular incidence had my frustration brimming to the surface. It was the last seat, and technically it would have been mine, but some dude just rushed in and took it. Now, in Lagos, the violent take it by force. Lol.
I wonder, in a world where it is the survival of the fittest, what happens to the patient dogs? Are they left with the bone because all the meat was already taken?Read more
Commuting in Lagos is one of my greatest nightmares about living here. It is a survival of the fittest —literally. The rush into the bus will show you that if you couldn’t get the only one seat left amongst the 10 people clamoring for it, then you weren’t the fittest. And in the slim chance that you do get it, you’d be grinning from ear to ear in victory. But that’s not my story.
One morning, I was at the bus stop trying to get a bus to work, but all the buses going my way only had available seats at the back, and my preferred seating is usually the middle row or front seat(when I’m truly lucky). After turning down at least 3 buses,some of which insulted me for not choosing to take what was available, I began to wonder; is there really a perfect bus?Read more
Whether you’re out there ready to dive in, or just dipping your toes into the waters, I’ve come to understand that you need to be guarded at all times. The waters are fierce, but the rewards can be worth it if you survive. Here are a few things I’ve learnt to help navigate the dating pool:Read more