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Why Didn’t You Fight For Me?

My sweet sweet love, we’ve been together for three years. They haven’t been easy. We’ve had our good moments and our bad. Our very bad moments… But, we were happy. We used to be anyway. Remember when we’d just sit… Continue Reading

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Diary Extract #13

Fear /fɪə/ noun an unpleasant emotion caused by the threat of danger, pain, or harm.   After my dreamy weekend with Danladi, (yes, I saw him on the Sunday as well, though just for drinks), nothing could spoil my week.… Continue Reading

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Woman, Will Thy Kingdom Ever Come?

Now, this is not a feminist post. Neither is it a slur on men. It is more a quest to understand something that bothers me deeply. I drove my first car at the age of 17. It was a gift… Continue Reading

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This is not my real face…

This is not my real face. No, it’s not. My real face is not calm and expressionless under the worst pressures. My real face is not smiling when someone does something that hurts me. My real face is not laughing… Continue Reading

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This Is The Man I Want…

“Ko si eyi t’o da ninu gbogbo won”. That’s my mum trying to explain to me that there’s no perfect man, in the hopes that I will marry the next man that shows more than a passing interest in me.… Continue Reading

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I am ‘Flawfully’ and Beautifully Made!

“That thing about you, the thing that you hate the most, that you call a flaw, that’s what draws me to you, what I love most about you, what I wouldn’t trade for the world.” Oh, the joy that would… Continue Reading

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Crazy. Stupid. Love. Or Not…

“Perhaps the problem is not the intensity of your love, but the quality of the people you are loving” – Warsan Shire I love stupid. It’s the way I’m programmed, the way my heart is built. When I love someone,… Continue Reading

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Diary Extract #12

  Reckless: /adj/ Utterly unconcerned about the consequences of some action; without caution;   I’m driving through Alausa, making my way towards the Lagos-Ibadan express way to join the Third Mainland Bridge. It’s a nice Saturday morning and I’m smiling… Continue Reading

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Read, sleep and be merry, for tomorrow we WRITE!

I wrote my first poem somewhere between the ages of 12 and 13, though it was more a rhyme than anything else, as I tended to focus on making sure each line ended with the same sound. And then I… Continue Reading

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Diary Extract #11

Disclosure /dɪsˈkləʊʒə/ noun: the action of making new or secret information known.     “Can we skip classes today?” That was the first thing Danladi said to me this morning, when I sat with him at the bar during our… Continue Reading