I have known for a while, that I lost the psyche to write. I have said it here before that when I started blogging, I did it as a safe space where I could freely express myself. Most of the time, I would write when I was in a bad place in life — angry,…
As a teenager, I would write letters to my mum whenever I felt like I needed to communicate to her about something that was bothering me. It was the best way for me to fully and comfortable express myself. She would always write back, pushing her responses under my bedroom door or just leaving them…
I envy people whose parents’ homes are just a few minutes or hours away from the city. Those who can easily travel home, have lunch with the peeps, and travel back within a day. For me, traveling home via public transport is a gruesome ten-hour affair, eleven if you are unlucky. Usually, when I travel home,…
We could be friends, we could date, we could hang out. As long as you do these 5 simple things. 1. Food. Fries Before Guys. Food Before Dudes. I can’t say this enough. Get me good food and you have me. My current favorites are some Nuvita biscuits called Hobnobs. Wueh! Those little chocolatey traitors…
Happy New Month. I love September. Mostly because it’s my birthday month. And my sister’s. And my brother’s. And John Wick’s. And Beyonce’s. Do you share a birthday month with Beyonce? Will Smith? No? Sit down. This awesome month, I am embarking on
“Oh, you are a writer?! I hope you won’t write about me.” If I hear this statement from one more person my ears will literally bleed. No i will not write about you. You know why? Because I know for a fact that you DO want me to write about you if you are making…