In the beginning, it was sparks and tingles. Laughter and happiness.
On the 4th of September, I googled "does grief end". It's been three years and ten months since I lost my Mum, and I miss her so much.
We ask for healing for tears we cry that none know about. For shame we have carried, whether ours or not. For painful memories brought about by loved ones and strangers.
You will always be aloof to someone who is clingy. You will always be fussy to someone who is nonchalant. You will always be bossy to someone who isn’t assertive.
About two years ago, one of my closest friends and I started sending voice notes to each other every day. We thought it would be a great way to keep in touch.
Every task is complicated Every goal is complicated Every show is complicated Every trend is complicated
Every night, when I'm going over the day's events, questions I have unanswered pop up in my head, and I try to answer them. Sometimes, I fall asleep while trying to, and
Being sprung is when you're so infatuated with one person that you feel almost as though you're in love with them, yet you can't quite define it as love.
Last Monday, I met someone who is neither a Muslim nor a Christian. I know there are many people like this globally, but I had never met a Nigerian living in Nigeria who didn't believe in organized religion.
I was having a conversation with my friend the other day about how the first quarter went. It was an interesting one because it was the first time we ever dissected a whole quarter's rudiments