I can still remember the night it all started, I was worried and needed a break from the reality of my life when I remembered that I had your number so I reached out and asked if it was okay for you to join me on a walk. I love…

I promised I wasn’t going to mourn for you. I was going to be systematic about moving on, the pictures would go first, then the texts, and the pins from that board you like so much. …

(Photo of me by me) I think I am broken. I no longer have space in my heart to love without doubting if things will work out so I self-sabotage in anticipation of the bad thing that will come as time has taught me that happiness can turn to ashes…

I hate boxes, I mean this both literally and figuratively. I hate that people try to make me into this or that when I am a plethora of experiences become one. So I am learning to un-box people, feelings and experiences, to live without the need to tag and categorise…

Photo by Erwan Hersy on Unsplash "Spin the bottle!!!"... Nnenna said, her words slurred from the alcohol we had been gulping down without tasting while trying not to grimace even though the vodka burned its way down our throats. The night had just gotten interesting, the alcohol playing a role…

(https://unsplash.com/photos/P9zPITLlSBk?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditShareLink) "I don't like blind dates, I like to be in control of situations and this blind date is robbing me of that power," I said in protest to my best friend's master plan to hook me up with someone as I had been single for "aeons" according to her. …

(Photo by Monika Kozub on Unsplash) It had started again–my period, always finding a way to highlight the worst of days, this morning Aunty P had insisted that we vacate the house and go to church. I didn’t feel like going through the stress of dressing up and walking the…

Photo by Aaditya Hirachan on Pexals.com "How do you know you love him," my best friend asked as I dressed up frantically, trying my best to avoid bumping into her as she followed me around bombarding me with questions like she hadn't always known we were dating for months now. …

(Photo by Alexandra Gornago) "Them don go do small something on top my head" was how our conversation started that fateful afternoon when you got back from your trip. I laughed because it was usual for you to make jokes like that, we both knew nobody could marry you not…