Hey Medium Hey Medium. It’s been a while. I was just stalking myself on Twtiter when I saw some of the previous stuff we did. Nice. I’ve been alright, I guess. It’s been on and off with me and fr, this life no balance at all. …

I wondered why he never made a move and thought about several reasons. Maybe he just liked me but I wasn’t his type. Maybe he liked slim dark girls with long hair. Or maybe he liked girls with bigger bums. A million and one maybes. He confirmed my thoughts and…

Blank II?… All I know was that there was contact. Was it my lips and his lips that gave that cold wetness or my pocket knife in his thigh? I looked at the half broken mirror in my hand. It had cloudy patches on it and I used the wrapper…

Blank The smell of rain, wet grass and a certain new okada smell swept my nose as I hopped onto the bike. It was as if the realisation of what had just happened hit me. A wave of migraine swept across my temples and I felt dizzy as the cold…

A day in the life. Get ready with me to wear my underwear. Why haven’t I seen that one yet? It used to be fun until it became annoying. Yeahh, I’m very judy. Say it out loud, I won’t bite. I roll my eyes and hiss whenever I scroll on…

I don’t like chocolate and sweet things in general. It’s one of the few things that come up when I’m just starting to know someone and I always get the same reaction. Suprise and disbelief. Like who doesn’t?! Well, moi. Now here’s the thing, there are some things that I…

I just saw a tweet a certain Joshua Mike Bamiloye posted on Twitter. I got intrigued and went straight to the comment section. I saw different views; nodded at some and side eyed at the others. Going on, I saw what felt like a personal attack: Ahhhhhh, stray…

I’m not a church girl, infact, if anything I’m the prodigal church girl. The one who goes to church once in three months and arrives late. The one who is not interested in church programs, events, crusades and the likes… The one who skips Christian TikToks with an immediate effect…

Reader’s discretion: There’s a lot of use of words regarding and relating to breasts, all things round and beautiful. Idk how I’m about to tell you one of my to-the -grave secrets. I used to have ten naira breasts. Hold up, that was what they said. Let me y’all back…