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. ...

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 ...

What Should I Tell Our Kids?

Hey You, So, I have a question for you… What Should I Tell Our Kids? I sat at the large dining table that always felt too small whenever you were seated there. I held the hot cup of coffee in my hand and looked out the window. Our girls were playing basketball with their brother and that made me smile. It also made me sad because I didn't know how I was going to tell them that their daddy was not coming home. How do you explain death to children that are younger than ten years? I know the world has really advanced ...

Coffee and God.

One of my weaknesses is coffee. I would sometimes take coffee, especially Cappuccino, not because I need it but because I absolutely love the smell and taste of fresh coffee. I find it refreshing in a weird way and the bitter taste of coffee (I prefer it with little cream and without sugar) just makes me happy. Café Nero decided to feed my bad habit by opening a branch on Campus. I already `frequented the place a lot before a branch was opened on campus, but bringing a branch to school just escalated how much I frequented Café Nero. Sometimes, ...

Step Up!

Hello Amazing People. I hope everyone is well. I apologise for not posting in a long while, it was unintentional. I wrote the piece I'm sharing with you today some weeks back, but didn't get a chance to post it. So I thought to myself that what better way to get back on the blog than to post a short piece that I was greatly inspired to write. Besides, it goes well with the spirit of Christmas. Enough talking. Kindly read this, let it inspire you to do something and PLEASE SHARE.  ** Do you want someone to text you, just to check up ...

Let go!

Hello everyone. I hope we are all good especially in light of the current change in our world. Even if you feel you have a reason to fret, kick against that and don't fret. Someway somehow, I feel the world will be fine even if it might be shaken at first. Now that I have gotten that of the way, kindly read this short piece by my younger sister, Oyindamola. I was going to post something else but she sent this piece to me last night and it really spoke to me. It really did. I hope it speaks to you as ...