Is happiness truly the ultimate? Here I am, days and months after. Living vicariously through lessons from books, therapy and mantras but I’m wondering what’s so unsettling about awareness. One would wonder how one sees the beauty in sadness. Pitch black darkness. If I was to express lyrically, it would be a case of wanting “silent whispers over calm voices”.
It’s a new year. A new decade. Resolutions rolling out. New year’s blues and above all, the season of “reflection” I don’t plan to make this serious but I feel very serious (focused more like) writing about this. At first, I thought about how much “of a big deal” the new year was till a few minutes to 12 a.m.
This piece is as random as the subject matter suggests. (Well consistency is key! Welcome to another Wednesday!!!!) I originally planned to dish out a bag of words on black psychology but life happened… Life happened that I had a session and got ill before I could voice my delectable poem. Life happened that I’m feeling weak,maybe hungry but just
“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
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