This thing dey happen, happen to anyone… It is 02:00 o’clock here and I just wiped a few tears off my face. Ngl, these days, life has been kicking me in the ass so bad that I sometimes wish I could take a break or just run away. Lmaoooo. The problem is a lot. Here is one…

CURSED. If you ask me, I'd tell you I am cursed. Cursed? I fall in love with the wrong people. I run after people that could hurt me. I don't do it on purpose. It just happens. I feel things too deep. It pulses under my skin. It contaminates the…

Disclaimer: This piece will contain an alarming number of I’s that will lead you to assume a self-obsession. Expect, also, an unexpected number of quotes from Miles Carter. Both will make you assume that I am obsessed with the subjects. …

something else. — I told myself that I wouldn’t write anymore. Well, apart from assignments at work. I kinda fell out of love with it. Writing is thinking, and thinking is exhausting work. Arranging my words and correcting grammatical errors gets so tiresome, you know? Do you want to know a secret? I…

‘we go dey alright last last’ is a very sketchy mantra. If I was an Ivy League professor in the Liberal Arts, I would have said something like: the popular lingo among the controversial Gen-Z of the Nigerian society – ‘we go dey alright last last’, is starting to raise…

An Ordinary Girl Mighty in the mundane, caring about the simple things. I don’t want to do big things. I just want to do one thing at a time and take on each day as it comes. I want to wake up enthusiastically to face my days, engage in some…

What do you do? It has been exactly 27 days and I finally have something to say. My hands may have gotten smaller; these gloves don't fit anymore. Problem is, my gloves aren’t the only things that feel too big; unfit. …