How to Deal with the Broken

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Dealing with the BrokenGrowing up in a culture where everyone had to ‘toughen up’ meant that negative emotions of anger, pain, hurt, depression etc. had to be hidden or suppressed. It was (and still is) a culture founded on the misconception that emotions make you weak.  Those who have read Chinua Achebe’s famous ‘Things Fall Apart’ will understand how crazy it gets when one begins to prove a point of being strong rather than weak. It’s a survivor’s race. More

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Where to Begin?

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Welcome Back!Do I begin by saying how much I’ve missed the blog and its readers? Or do I begin with the story of how my life has been these past months? Well, I’ll start from the latter and arrive at the former. More

Piece of You

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instasquare_20184793813805It was the eve of her departure. She was going back home to a foreign country that had become home. I went to see her at the first break of dawn hoping to save pockets of time before her cousins whisked her away. This was the second time we were going to see in eight years. More

Lantern and Lamb

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He was both the lantern and the lamb

He was the light

Clothed in a dusty frame

That still shone brightly

In spite of the darkness surrounding him.

 

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Look Back. Now, Forward!

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24 (2)Most people assert that you cannot move forward when you keep looking back. But I say, you need to look in the rearview mirror to reverse your car before you can move forward.  Today, being the mark of my quarter-of-a-century (QOAC) celebration, I’m all about looking back. For a while now, I’ve been obsessing with my childhood photographs and other memory capsules. More

24 Life Lessons

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24 (1).jpgHey guys,

As with every new birth year, I take some time to go through the things I’ve learned in past years. I pray you find something helpful as you read! More

Home for the Heart

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instasquare_2018316135448245I was excited to take a trip back to South-South of Nigeria for the semester break. I knew it was going to be invigorating. I anxiously waited at baggage claim while spotting my mom a short distance away. My tummy twirled, in a good way. I was home, I could feel it. The ride back home was uneventful except when we got pulled over by the police for routine checks. But for once,  I was not bothered. More

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