I feel free…completely free. From taking actual steps to love myself rightly, seeking therapy, learning, reading, socializing and just feeling alive. I didn’t realize that unconsciously, I had taken the first step of Closure; taking responsibility for myself. Before I continue, I would like to quote my favorite Nigerian Poet, Titilope Sonuga “On healing: the idea of closure is a
“Are you ready for social media?”How does one win in life if you don’t innovate your means of marketing? ON SELF DISCOVERY It’s really hard to block out external opinions, especially in the early stages of knowing yourself and becoming. I think we are in an era where you need to make peace with yourself and be confident, especially when
Monday 17th June, 2019. 13:45pm “Sis Lulu calling” “Love Cuz calling” I’m stealing glances at my phone screen, as I’m enroute Benin City from Port Harcourt. I know why the calls are coming but I can’t really be bothered. Why should I even be? I should be glad…shouldn’t I? Aunty A as I’d call her in this piece, is my
Excerpt VIII I cried during sex before dawn. With each flick, each lick, I arched into an ocean. The waves of familiar pleasure crashed over my rigid nipples, my stretching vestibule. I felt overwhelmed. And pain. I felt pain. Numerous emotions raced through me as your soft, brown lips kissed my throbbing clit. A blanket of these emotions threatened to
You are worthy Knowing you is a brag You are worthy You are the definition of praise My soul is a double score for you Our team- the winning team Oh! The devil is pressed Your ways are unpredictable Your ways surpasses that of man Thank you for peace Thank you for insight Thank you for who you are to
Artist: Dennis Mcgill I like that I now look forward to sharing my thoughts with you every Wednesday, as my mentor will famously say “consistency is key”. Finding purpose has come to be one of the most interesting thing I’m experiencing as a human being; having to know my strengths, tackle my weaknesses and become naturally mindful of most things
How do I know I’m in love? When my within feels like the gentle sea. How do I know it’s right When breathing isn’t difficult How do I know that it’s true? When I get better and they get better, So we can be the best. Note: Love is real.
Photo source: Tokyo’s Psychedelic Digital Museum If you can take shots of hot liquor, drink bitter leaf water, eat bitter-kola or go hardcore like Jägermeister or Stout, please you can dish and receive the truth without a fret. I actually wish I can get this post as far as possible, but as they say, life na jeje, so I’d hope
Artist: Dimitra Milan I swear by the nothingness of space, that this is nothing but my undiluted thoughts towards the now trendy old/young love. I feel the need to explain the idea behind The Drunken Writer; it’s a way, an avenue to share my thoughts, experiences and book/life lessons creatively – (while blowing off steam) So back to the order
For the life of me, I can’t go back to bed anymore. Its 4:41a.m. but what troubles me, is more than the nightmare I was just having, it’s more about Nigeria in the news. Nigeria this Nigeria that The most popular, disgusting and most importantly, the most dramatic country of all times I’m still trying to recover from how a