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Everybody Please Relax - My Brain Is Full

I’m One Notification Away From Screaming! It’s getting ridiculous. One more notification, one more message, and I might actually relocate to a village with no network. And the worst part? I need the internet to survive. So I’m stuck here. Online. Forever. It feels like every corner of life is trying to get my attention at the same time. Even silence is making noise. Everything is demanding something, and none of it is small. Everyday feels like someone is adding one extra task, one extra notification, one extra expectation. At this point, it feels like the entire planet is overstimulated. Everyone is fighting for five minutes of peace like it’s a ticket to paradise. Notifications are basically jump scares. Emails should come with a warning label. And social media? That’s a full-blown carnival with no closing hours. People are supposed to “stay informed,” but no one specifies what exactly they’re supposed to be informed about. Half the updates have nothing to do with their actual lives....

I Am The Winner, Not Them

You know what nobody really talks about? The kind of depression that lets you function. The kind where you're showing up. You're getting dressed, taking pictures and posting highlights. You're laughing at jokes and being the friend people actually want around. You're being a good daughter, a good sister, a good partner, a good colleague. You're going to the gym and doing your skincare routine like clockwork. You're checking every box society says you're supposed to check. And somehow, nobody realizes you’re falling apart, not even you.  I’ve been there for months. I was functioning  so well that I almost convinced myself nothing was wrong. I'd wake up and go like I was on autopilot,  just moving through the day and performing a role I'd memorized too well. Get dressed. Show up. Do the work. Smile. And the weird part? It actually worked. Or so I thought  But inside, there was this black hole. A literal void that no amount of productivity, self care, r...

Too Old For Leo DiCaprio

Hey, you. Can you believe how far we’ve come? I remember 17 like it was yesterday. This year has been… different. A year of quiet shifts, if I’m being poetic about it. The kind where you wake up one morning and realize you think differently now. I’ve grown in ways I didn’t even know I needed to. I think more clearly now. I feel more grounded. I’ve learned how to put me first. Not in a selfish way, but in a “my peace is premium” way.  To actually take care of myself — not just in the “face mask and journaling” way (though those are non-negotiables, thank you very much) , but in the real, deep sense. Resting without guilt, setting boundaries, buying that dress because I want to, keeping my word to myself. Growth looks good on me, I can’t lie. I’ve become that girl who enjoys her own company. Who lights a candle, plays her Lana Del Rey playlist, and actually enjoys the silence. Solo dates, random walks and playlists that make me feel like the main character. But I’ve also grown to...

Where Are You Running To?

Hey, it’s me again.  Oversharing on the internet so you don’t feel alone in your chaos. When did you become Usain Bolt? You’ve secretly turned into an emotional sprinter. The second something starts feeling deep or serious, you lace up your imaginary running shoes and vanish. And I get it. Life has dealt you heartbreaks, disappointments, betrayals, and random incidents that left dents on you. So now you guard yourself like a bouncer - nobody gets in no matter who they are. You call it “protecting your peace” but half the time it’s just fear in disguise. The fear of being seen, fear of being hurt again, fear that this will end like that other thing did. You probably don’t even notice how fast you run. That relationship? The moment there’s a disagreement, you’re already rehearsing your dramatic exit speech in the shower, when all it might actually need is one honest conversation (and maybe one deep breath) to work through it. (Lie that you’ve not done this before. Well, I have)...

Adulthood: The Place Where Streaks Go To Die

There's a way life will stress you, you will end all your streaks, cut your hair, or in my case - forget you're a writer. Moving out was step one in my “ I'm finally a big girl”  delusion. (Yay, independence!) Congratulations to me and only me, it wasn’t easy. By the time I sat down to calculate how much money I’ll need to furnish my space, I was in shock for almost an hour straight. Please don’t ask me about the price of curtains and mattresses because hot tears will roll down my cheeks! What on earth do you mean by I’m responsible for my wellbeing? When did that one start? How old am I?  I feel sad for my mom now, because I call that woman at the SLIGHTEST INCONVENIENCE.   “Hello mummy, how do I get to VI from Surulere?” “Hello mummy, I’m just coming back from work and there’s traffic everywhere” “Hello mummy, I don’t know what to eat this night” “Hello mummy, I’ve been having headache all day” I know she must be SICK of me (sorry not sorry😂) My friends are scattered ...

2024: The One Where I Chose Peace (And Better Glasses) - Life, Love, Lessons.

  Hey, It has been quite some time, hasn't it? I know I've been MIA for a good chunk of this year. Defended my final year project (which I got a big, fat A on btw), Graduation (this barbie is a graduate o, finally! Once again, Asuu is mad), and working multiple jobs... it's been A LOT. But hey, we're here, and looking forward to what's next.  Now, let's get into the good stuff.  This year really was something, to say the least. Starting off heavy, I severed ties with something that had been draining for a long while, which eventually became too cancerous. Sometimes, you realize that walking away is the strongest thing you can do.  On the flip side, I also rekindled my bond with my mom, and we've become close friends, sharing secrets (mostly doing amebo sha) and laughing over the silliest things. It has really been nice to have her in my corner. Now I have made her realize she's dealing with a proper adult, not that clueless 14-year-old version of me she...

Do you hate women?

Today, I'm writing about something that's been on my mind. A man in FUOYE, Ekiti State, was raped by another man and people are talking about it. The perpetrator has since been arrested and taken into custody. Of course, this brought about a lot of comments on social media. But, as I read through the comments and reactions, I couldn’t  help but feel deep sadness and anger.  Why?  Because, time and time again, we've seen a vastly different response when the victim is a woman. The victim-blaming, the questioning of her character, the demands for evidence and justification - it's a sickening cycle that perpetuates a culture of rape and misogyny.  We've all seen it before. A woman comes forward, brave enough to share her story, and instead of support and belief, she's met with skepticism and hostility.  “ W hat was she wearing?” “Why was she there?” “Why did she go alone?” “Why didn’t she tell him to stop?” “Why did she accept money from him?”  These questi...