Life, Love, Literature.

Hi, guys! Welcome to September, my birth month.😚 Isn't it a bit overwhelming, how fast the year is running out? I mean, It feels like just weeks ago, we were all locked down in 2020 with our fingers crossed about 2021. Now, we'll be crossing over to 2022 in just four months! Really illuminati-ish, if you ask me.  Today, I'll be reviewing Helon Habila's Waiting for an Angel as a political and economic prophecy — a manifestation of historical truth, and an unfortunate prediction. Okay, okay, it's really not that deep. I'll simply be reviewing Habila's heart-warming novel, in relation to the political and economic events of the past and present.  You know that feeling, when you love something a little too much and you're unwilling to share? It's part of why I've been putting this review off for so long —other reasons being circumstances out of my control. Waiting for an Angel is really such a treasure to me, but I'll be doing this review as a n...

 First of all, welcome to August! Today, I'm all about friendships and bonds. Why is this my first blog post for the month? Well, the month of August is jam-packed with birthdays of friends and people that matter so much to me. It is a reminder of how lucky I am, surrounded by beautiful people and friendships. 👉💝👈 Okay, so I know people that have lots of friends but don't really have any. Confusing? I'll rephrase. There are people that build relationships easily but are not so good at maintaining them. People that have so many views on their WhatsApp statuses, people that you walk with and get pissed because of the many people they have to stop and say hi to. There are people like this that, in actuality, have zero friends. By "friends" now, I mean people they open up to. People they can talk to about their fears, their worries. People they can call when things go south. There are people that are almost invisible. Friends? Maybe two at most. Neighbors you hardl...

You don't like to walk around Tombia because it is a bad-boy nest but you don't really have a choice. You take pride in the swiftness of your feet and hands. Although you are not muscular, you can be very slippery and you know how to fight. It is what you tell your girlfriend, Stella, whenever she panics: That you can fight for her. That your love for her makes you stronger. That there is no man on Earth as powerful as a man in love. That love is your driving force. But, Tutu, you know you are very foolish. You feel it deep within you, every time you buy her gifts. You know she doesn't value you because you are a student and your uncle, Dr. Oyins, has shown his interest in her. You know that she spends weekends in his big house, that the gifts you buy her are nothing compared to the luxury that your uncle provides. You know all of these things.. you know that she is only with you because you have a nice penis and you know how to use it. You know you are nothing, but you try...

I've been in a very terrible place recently and I can't exactly express how difficult it has been for me. I think it's alarming how much of a mess we've become. There's so much pressure from the world and from our own selves to be better than we are, to strive. Look around you, everyone is battling something within. While some people are great at disguising, others just can't hide their pain. They withdraw.  Someone said on the radio yesterday that  " our generation is weak. People slip into depression easily, everyone is sick, everyone is struggling" and while that seems like the very sad reality, I don't think it's because the "generation" is weak. I think the world is tough, I think the world is a lot tougher now. Lol, So many Nigerian parents would find that ridiculous. Why? Because they did not have shoes to wear to school in their days. Because they didn't have phones in their days. Because they had no one to support them i...

I started the year with so much happiness. My sisters and I sang praises and danced until it was midnight, and then we shared hugs, wished ourselves a happy new year and made positive declarations. 2019 was a bad year, I hoped 2020 would be different. I resumed school as a final year student and by my calculations, was supposed to graduate in August. A few weeks in, Corona Virus grew stronger than ever. Some people said it wasn't real, some people held on tightly to their facemasks and sanitizers. Schools were closed down. It became clear to me that somehow, graduating in August wasn't going to happen.  But somewhere in the midst of these spiraling events, I met someone. I fell hard and made beautiful love. I couldn't stand being home all day doing nothing, so I acquired a skill and mastered it. I learnt how to make clothes. I read more books than I had read all my life and wrote often. I started my blog. I started working on my book, made great progress. I participated in ...