When I awoke to 2018 all I wanted was to go back to sleep. The following months were a disaster waiting to happen despite all efforts to make them better. I was failing woefully and not even with class. Until now...
After reading Fredrik Backman’s “A Man Called Ove”, he’s become my new obsession. There aren’t many writers out there who draw your soul into a story like he does. You see the characters. You root for them. You feel their sorrows and hopes and triumph. You sit in bed at 2am weeping for them, and … Continue reading And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer
The Cathedral Church of Christ, Marina (CCC) is the oldest Anglican cathedral in the Church of Nigeria. The foundation stone of the first building was laid in 29/3/1867 and the cathedral established in 1869. While the construction of the current building began 1/11/1924 and completed in 1946. But this isn’t about the church as we … Continue reading Operation Andrew
It was my birthday a few days ago. I read this post again and realise just how much of it still holds true for me.
I’ve made new friends, fresh relationships and met awesome people I’m fortunate to call ‘family’.
I’m still in shock from all the cake I ate on Tuesday lol, and cringe at the extra hour of work I need at the gym to get all the calories off my hips. But it was a good day– the very best, and I look forward to everything this new year brings 🙂
The question of death is a universal one. The question of who owns life is a bigger one. What exists beyond our consciousness, and how do we determine the existence of the afterlife? However, there is another issue I’m more concerned about and it is the quality of our life and how much control we exert … Continue reading Questioning the Right to Life and Death
Because this is everything I would say to myself ten years ago, and everything I need to hear today.
It was few minutes past 8pm when I boarded one of the loading vehicles for the night before drivers called it a day. I rode shotgun, squeezed between the driver and a middle-aged man. The engines kicked to life as the light overhead cast its dim glow. “Your money please.” Hands stretched forth clasping wazobia … Continue reading The Weight of Struggle
It’s 2017 and feels like I got the memo when everyone’s already having a good time. For the first time since I started this blog I didn’t write a New Year post. I’ll tell you why, alongside the beautiful things that happened in 2016. My spiritual life became richer. I’ve always been an always-have-your-feet-on-the-ground kind … Continue reading Hello, I’m Alive! (and ten lessons learned)
In her Tedtalk, Rhonda Byrne speaks about the power of vulnerability; the difficulty in letting ourselves be deeply and vulnerably seen by others; our need for connection and erroneous belief that being vulnerable is akin to weakness. We think that to belong means to put up a happy front for everyone… even ourselves. And so we try to numb those feelings, but we cannot selectively numb “[because] when we numb those, we numb joy, we numb gratitude, we numb happiness… and then we’re miserable"
This is in response to the daily prompt Cake. I'm doing this as a free-writing exercising after abandoning us for over two months. Coincidentally this is one day of the year when I'm allowed to eat lots of cake without thinking about calories. 1:50pm I’m sitting here wearing a stupid grin on my face, listening to Hillsong’s … Continue reading One Year Older
If you had asked me what happiness meant a decade ago, my answer would have read: it’s finally coming home to good food and a warm bed. You see, I was in a boarding school that availed me only the basic luxuries—as basic as they could get. When I posed the same question to a … Continue reading Happiness Through The Hour-Glass
This touched me in so many ways I do not have the courage to explore.
We’ve talked about rape so many times, but we can never talk about it enough.
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Statistics tell us that one in five women in the United States have been raped in their lifetime.
One in five women.
The next time you’re in a room filled with people, take a look around at the women in that room and think about those numbers. Disturbingly, since rape is underreported in this country, that number is higher than statistics indicate.
When I started this blog I wanted it to be a place I could go to and just write what was on my mind. Whether it was funny or serious, it was going to be my place to vent. The Stanford swimmer’s rape trial and verdict that has been in the news recently is so disgustingly obscene that even though I wanted to write something, I couldn’t find my way here to rationally articulate any reasonable thoughts. But I have to say something.
A young unconscious girl was…
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Death comes to all of us—eventually. Unless you’re of the biblical school of thoughts, then maybe you’ll live to see the rapture. Otherwise, death comes and it’s an end we all have to face. I find the thought of this mortality amusing—I’ve said this before and got called a weirdo, but think about it. If we … Continue reading Thinking About The End
Do first impressions matter? A week ago I was walking home from work, down a busy Lagos street, exhausted and barely keeping the adrenaline pumping when I stopped to buy bread. Bread because I don't know how I'll survive in my house without it for a whole weekend. The woman was rude. That was my first … Continue reading On First Impressions and Seconds
The culture of a people is a practical demonstration of their identity. A loss of their cultural history often results in the kind of vulnerability that we witness in Africa today: a vulnerability that shows itself in our embarrassing efforts to acquire and display all things foreign...