How else can a melancholic get high?

“Babe, your magic potion is ready” cooed the heady aroma as it wafted sensuously round my room

I followed its trail. And allowed myself indulge in the fragrance. Then climbing out of bed, I shuffled back to the kitchen.

of love languages and feeling unloved

Friday 02:26am Sitting up in bed. Listening to the Hausa song #Rahama by Kaestrings This song – one of my 2024 discoveries – has been playing in my head for days on end. Maybe because I have been immersed in studying the Biblical stories of 1. Blind Bartimaeus 2. Dorothy [my name for the faceless […]

Africans, stop forwarding this expired message!

Sometime in 2023 after I mentioned Online that I was walking the road of Cancer, someone forwarded this WhatsApp message to me. They said nothing else. I did not need it but I had someone in Nigeria then who did. Figuring it would come in handy I thought of her immediately. Verifying Accuracy However, since […]

emotional intelligence is overrated: knock down the restraints

It was my then best friend Ojochide who first pointed out my self sabotage. Unfortunately, my save-the-world glasses were still on then. Teenage friends who met in Jos then transitioned to Lagos. We were at the Tejuosho market, Yaba, that day when I began berating her. Again she had lost her cool with one of […]

help me! i do not want to kill myself

Today, December 30th, would have been two years I left this world. That was the second time I came close to ending it that year. It was some days after radiotherapy. I had been struggling for the last few days with the thoughts. It was a feeling of someone holding your head down under water. […]