{Letters To The Ones I Love} — I never thought I could write to myself in another timeline, but since I saw that Adam Project movie, I felt motivated. I’m 62, crippled and in a nursing home. I’m sorry if I scared you, I’m sure that wasn’t the happy ending you were expecting. I know you want…

The day is Friday, 25th of February. The time is 9:24 P. M. The hostel is practically empty because everyone is at this huge church program where Pastor E. A. Adeboye is. I am on my bed, waiting patiently for my phone to charge, when I hear a plane fly…

I think I lost the ability to express myself. And it’s sucks because I’m not a loud person. My presence doesn’t command respect. I’m not a god, just a kid who has lost her only effective means of communication. I lost my voice recently, literally and figuratively. I thought it…

While thinking of a more appropriate title that doesn’t imply my dislike for back shots, I’ve been feeling … a bit lost lately, which isn’t new. I’ll keep this as short as possible. Apart from sky daddy and my mother, I’m trying super hard to think if I know anyone…

Part One. A music review and my life so far. “What if my best days are the days I’ve left behind? What if the rest stays the same for all my life? I’m running with my eyes closed so it goes You live and then you die But the hardest pill to swallow is the meantime. Are the…

Or maybe you shouldn’t. I don’t know. Maybe it’s the feminine urge to be indecisive about my decisions. Which is something I despise. But life has taught me never to be forward. Don’t get attached. Don’t double text. Don’t tell him you like him first. Unwritten rules of self protection. …

These hands, scrawny and little. Like a toddler’s. These hands, I have never loved. I have never been proud of. These hands are weak. Weak to fetch water from streams. Weak to mould my wildest dreams. These hands are weak. So weak, that everyone sees them. They compare, contrast and…

It’s been what? Five years? Or more, who knows? These are not the kind of things to forget but I’m hungover from last night, because I was forced to remember. It does feel like yesterday, when I lost you. It feels like a bad dream, the only difference is, I…

{Letters to the ones I love} — It has been a minute. I wonder if you have met people who are reflections of their friends. Especially the duos or the ‘best friends forever’. If you see one, it’s like you’re seeing the other. Like Bonnie and Clyde. Technically, those two were lovers, but I can’t think of…