When I grow up, I want a garden of flowers. I want stone pavements but no pool. I want a lawn behind my house. Somewhere to breathe and walk bare foot in, somewhere to watch the skies of life blur by. Somewhere to sit with my dog when I'm tensed Somewhere to play with my… Continue reading Growing up
Life has become hectic. The problem with a hectic life is that it is seen as a hectic life. For some people, hectic is normal for them. They are used to the pace and the vibe so, everything goes as normal. What is hectic for us is normalcy for them. For we that don't, life… Continue reading Hecticity in numbers
So I've been on tenterhooks and extremely anxious the past few days. It's made it extremely difficult to focus on anythng. That's because I finally got thr pictures of my work edited snd done and there was suddenly no more 'to-do' hurdles on my list. Now I hsd to actually launch. Originally, my plan was… Continue reading Precarious positions
"I swear to God, Seun, if you made me wear makeup for nothing I will beat you like an angry kangaroo." Sometime last year, I wrote this to Seun. Seun is one of closest friends in the world. He is also a giving, kind individual. I would rather die than relate to him calmly. It's… Continue reading The fight a-brewing
I wanted to turn to him, shake his hand and say thank you so much sir. But, i was socially inept not crazy. That award is already full of nominations of Nigerian presidents, governers, ministers and senators... I wouldn't stand a chance.
Firstly, I knew the movie was overrated and propelled to greatness mainly by my fellow black people's need to have what white people have. Wanting to have what others have isn't really a bad thing, except maybe when it's towards a freaking imaginary hero... I mean.
These past few weeks have been proper exhausting; mentally, physically, socially you name it. I feel I am a tiptoe away from breakdown constantly. This was confirmed when I started having breakouts on my face. I never have breakouts, not even on my periods. I have thought plenty about support. My continual tiredness, tenseness and… Continue reading This thing called support