A few disjointed notes

A friend messaged me in the early hours of the morning to ask if I still blog. I replied yes, but that simple question got me thinking till I drifted back to sleep. It has indeed been so long since I last posted, and for that, I apologise. Life got in the way and laziness also did. I am done with one phrase of my life and I’m moving on to another phrase soon. So, I cannot promise to be a consistent blogger, but I’m not abandoning this blog. In case you were also wondering if I still blog, yes! I ...

Grief does not look like this

Just because I don't know how else to tell you that I am here for you... ** ‘Stop asking if I am fine… please stop!’ I say calmly, trying my possible best not to scream my lungs out. I am just tired of people asking if I am fine. What’s the point of asking anyway. If I say I’m fine or I’m not fine, what can they do for me. I don’t really know. So, everyone needs to stop asking if I’m fine. I look at my friend and I start speaking as if something else is controlling me. I am not crying. ...

This Little Light of Mine.

‘This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine…’ mama sang to me every night as she tucked me in. Every single night for as long as I still felt like a little child that needed my mother’s protection, she sang that song to me and I always slept off listening to her sweet and delicate voice. ‘This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine…’ mama would sing so joyfully. She believed those words and because of her, I believed I had lights that could shine and needed to shine. ‘You are kind. You are beautiful. You are worthy. ...

A long awaited answer?

Hello!!! How are you awesome people doing? So, today's post is an old story that is a bit long, but very interesting. I'm not just saying that cause I wrote it. I think the story is 3 years old or more, but I never shared it. It's never too late to share right? Be kind enough to share after reading. Thank you for checking this blog every Monday (even when I fail to post). You guys are really awesome. Have a blessed week :) ** Her back was turned to him as she stared outside the window. “The weather is beautiful today. Let’s go ...

I. Need. Myself. More!

I love being with you. It makes my body respond in ways I don't understand. It makes my heart so calm in ways I have failed to make it. My world is complete with you in it. I love that I can talk to you about anything. I love that I can be mad at you and it will be the kind of madness that comes from a place of deep love for you. A place where many people cannot reach. You make my world more beautiful. You Inspire me and sometimes when I look at you, I count myself ...

A conversation with a stranger

‘Loosen up. We are here to have fun, remember.’ Her best friend said to her as she put her bag down and went to do the normal pleasantries of saying hi to people she knew and didn't know and ignoring those she thought obnoxious. She rolled her eyes as she watched her friend go. She brought out her phone to check the time, hoping time would leap so she could leave. But time becomes unbearably slow when you need it to be fast, she knows this too well. She sighed and brought out her lip balm. Out of habit, she ...

What. Are. You. Feeling?

I am a failure. My writing is complete crap. I am not strong enough to stand when the storms are raging. My goals are beyond my reach and capabilities, so there is no point trying…. Those are some of the thoughts that often attack me. Those are some of the feelings that try to make me stay in bed, buried under the ‘comfort’ of my duvet. Those are some of the words I find myself saying and sometimes believing till something snaps in my head and wakes me up. “Mayowa, why are you substituting the truth for your feelings?” The truth is, I’m ...

Potential Bae

He always calls you his potential bae And deep in your mind, you want to tell him! You want to tell him you have more potentials Than just potential bae Whenever he calls you potential bae Your head automatically screams no And your heart stops pumping blood as well Because your heart knows it does not Want to remain potential For many have died being just potentials   In your heart, you know he doesn’t Want to say potential bae He wants to say you are BAE!!! You are the one he writes all those sad stories for The sad stories where the guy never gets the girl Because the guy does not know if the ...