There is this popular belief that people who speak less and listen more are usually wiser. I wish I could attribute my being quiet to being a blue-eyed, silver-haired sage. Unfortunately, it's not so. You see, what I am is a child who has a fear of speaking. Contrary to what I've made myself believe, … Continue reading My Struggles With Selective Mutism
First of all, let me start by saying it is suuuch a good time to be alive. A time where voices are rising above the status quo, where people are no longer living the because-that’s-how-it-has-been-done life. A time where Nigerian youths are finally coming into the conscious awareness that they can actually speak (and think) … Continue reading How Wokeness is Ruining Us
I was riding with an older (non biological) sister one morning when she asked if I knew where we were. I looked around and answered in the negative. She went, "Ahn, ahn? Yemi! Didn't you go to Unilag." I laughed and told her I didn't go out much when I was in school. "So how … Continue reading Have I Been Dating Wrong?
... Leave their messages on read. All those ‘hey, big head’ on the night of Feb 13 are from the pit of hell. Flee!
"I'm walking away..." *in Craig David's voice* Hello! My name is Yemi, your favorite four-eyed wonder. In Sam Smith's words, "I'm way too good at goodbyes". However, fret not. Goodbyes are not always the end but first, let's take a walk back in time The Genesis I never intended to start a blog. Like, never. … Continue reading And this is Goodbye
I remember when the first wave of (millennial) feminism hit the shores of Nigeria. A lot of (misguided) women not really having a full grasp of what its was about saw it as an anti-men propaganda. It was like a platform for which women came to express their grievances. A free-for-all. Make-it-rain. Champagne shower. Whatever … Continue reading Me and My Big Mouth
I chopped the runner beans into tiny bits as I hummed along to James Arthur's 'Say you won't let go." Today was a special day and here I was sweating away, preparing my favorite dish; pasta with spicy curry and chicken sauce. The aroma of pasta boiling on the cooker mixed intricately with that of … Continue reading KATE
With a flick of the switch, light flooded the house as I dropped my purse and kicked off my shoes by the coffee table. Damn stilettos. My feet hurt from walking in them for a long time. But the physical pain I felt was nothing compared to the emotional pain I was feeling from Evans … Continue reading The Love Doctor
From the moment we had our first cry to the moment we'd take our last breath, everything that transpires in between that dash is sort of a time-filler. While we only get to do this life once (except you decide to reincarnate as a tree) and no one knows just how much time has been … Continue reading Before I Die…
I was fresh out of a major heartbreak, (well, more like six months out) and was in total denial of how much I was crashing on the inside. The only coping mechanism I could come up with was to look for some sort of distraction. Something to take my mind off the thoughts and also … Continue reading My Tinderella Experience