“Are your problems higher than the heavens or lower than the earth” he asked. Before we fell into what I’d call an “involuntary moment of silence“, I had mentioned to Muyiwa, who I now nicknamed Dirt Partner, that I was thankful for the distraction. Saying that adulthood sucks is more or less sounding like a broken record but it is
The voices in my head are major. Loud, resounding… Major! And yeah sometimes I ignore them, probably because I don’t trust myself. This is going to be a short post because I’m experiencing a mental block, so I can’t really flow on anything but I must do this every Wednesday – The spirit of consistency. “I should have
Now playing Boundless Love – Women of faith… I was legit washing dishes with my headphones plugged in, when this tune came on & I shut my eyes. Mind you, I’m living life on level 2; Love Awareness. This is a stage where I’m all about being intentionally good, open to giving love without expectations and generally living a life
Classism; stronger than racism. Has silently bloomed We fear it, we face it, and then we do it. It is simply explained as the discrimination on top of one’s social class and of course we all know that social classes are based off, wealth, income, education, occupation and of course, “exposure” or “social connections” To be honest, I still can’t
To me, regardless of whatever era we may be in, I think it is important that we all become self “awake” which in Urban lingua is “woke” ness It is amazing and interesting to see women speaking up, people baring their souls and most importantly, the awareness on mental health. Still, it feels like wounds are opening up and being
As I write this, I think about the famous quote “once you go black, you never go back” I transform that to “once you go dark, you never go back” This might be a call for help. Maybe. Might. Just maybe. I remember a date I went on and I was asked what I think of mad people. I respond that no
I am nervous… It is a Friday morning and I realize the jacket my stylist made, doesn’t exactly fit Naomi(Me), well still, I rise! Long story short, I am on my way to the Ake festival; dressed in an Ankara jacket, a short black dress and the most painful sneakers on planet earth. I arrive at the Mike Adenuga Center and I’m feeling less of Naomi and
Sometime last week,my dad said to me “I don’t understand your ways this girl.” My ex once told me also “you’re like an enigma, just like onions, every layer of you bring tears in my eyes” Buhahaha… I’m not trying to bullshit anybody but hey! Leave all that, I’m a LIVING PARADOX. But before I start to justify my ways,under
Today I will be serving Nigerian & personal tea. I don’t know if it’s just me, but beneath the comic of “the African parents” skits, I can’t seem to unlook the toxic traits as fact foundations of what our generation has become today. We are trees, who bear fruits that sow seeds to bear trees in the future. Writing this, I can
Ezinne 101: how to become a writer. If you managed to open the link and you’re seeing this, please hold on. I mean, you mustn’t be a writer to read this. You must however, be passionate or purposeful. This subject title stuck harder from my current read (Quiet: the power of introverts in a world that won’t stop talking), as