Miniature Gratitude: Joy

By Joy Igbinedion Flash back to a few years ago, in my cream coloured, short-sleeved blouse, and my navy blue, sleeveless dress… Oh yes, I just attempted to describe my secondary school uniform with fancy words; we all hated it! Back to the flash back; As I walked along the corridor tapping my fingers lightly…

Miniature Gratitude: Growth

By Adedayo Onabade I remember the days of no cares, and how all that mattered was to play and bask in the joy of childhood. The sand we cooked during our “Mummy and Daddy” drama using old, rusty Milo tins, pretending to eat afterwards was all we knew. We didn’t really eat them though, we…

IT WILL NEVER BE PERFECT

By Moyinoluwa Okunloye By now you already know that I overthink everything, and I don’t think about anything at all. Yeah, that’s the complication that I go through in my life. I don’t even understand it. I am usually the girl who never thinks anything is sufficient, especially when it comes to something that I…

I am going to CRY!!!

By Moyinoluwa Okunloye I think I am going to shed tears the first I have to talk about my marriage. I don’t know if every single ladies think that, but I am saying mine out loud. I am going to shed tears of joy for finally getting married to my best friend, but I will shed…

From one addict to another: “I’M DOING IT AGAIN, OVERTHINKING”

Addiction! The English dictionary defines it as “‘the state of being addicted.’ A habit or practice that damages and jeopardizes one’s life but when ceased can cause trauma, meaning it is detrimental to your wellbeing but you’d rather indulge in it irrespective. It’s a pathological relationship to mood altering.” I don’t understand the last sentence…

From one addict to another: ‘Sometimes, Be Useless’

By Oluwatoyin Adeleye It is strange to fathom, but there are times that I’m so miserable that I almost feel like there’s nothing to be thankful for (even though the religious African in me keeps roaring: “You’re breathing you ungrateful child”!) But sometimes I just want more – no, I need more. I need more…

From one addict to another: Shame (Part 1)

By Inyang Edoho We’re all outsiders, that’s what permits us to be here. If we belonged, we’d be too much for the earth. I grew up painfully aware of my difference. I was born a lefty, but that didn’t feel like a scar. I really began to feel exotic when I started losing weight. I…

“Sunny day at the beach”

Moyinoluwa Okunloye I am thankful for everything. Today, I look back and I remember all the mountains that I have climbed, the valleys where I have fallen and I discovered that they all got me to where I am. I am thankful to the STORYTELLER who keeps on adding more twists to the plot of…

A LETTER TO MY FRIEND

BY MOYINOLUWA OKUNLOYE Sometimes, I feel like my family will be better without my presence in it. A lot of times I want to disappear from this space because it seems as if I will save people lots of trouble once I no longer exist here. I do not think in a way to take…

Unusual Peace

By Moyinoluwa Okunloye As I open my laptop to write this, I check my heart to confirm if the reason for this piece is still there. I try to check if I can tie this feeling of Joy to a thing or an occurrence that would warrant me to feel this glow that I have…