YENIQUE

Imagine being handed a gift box, wrapped in layers of gift wrapping but you can tell it’s a box. Box of what you wonder, you know it’s a box but you need to unwrap these layers to find out what it conceals. Unwrap, tear apart, open and inside all those layers you find just what you imagined or something totally different. My introspection journey looks this exact way. Every emotion for me is like a gift box and I have to sit and look inwards to unwrap, tear apart to figure out what it is that led to that emotion, thought or action. A blessing. I read a tweet today and someone was talking about liking to “disappear” figuratively referring to leaving people, situations, unattended to for a period and possibly come to it/them later. A cool thing to do but I hate to believe anyone just likes to “disappear”, there are thought processes both conscious and subconscious that contribute to the flight reaction. Now don’t get me wrong I am not here advocating against “ghosting” on peo

Hey, my love, it is our 20th anniversary and I cannot wait to share this momentous journey of ours with the world. I was barely 10 when I met you, I remember my cousin Seun taking me to meet you at the café, cybercafé, yea that was a thing back then. You were memorable, sweet, interesting, and ever so smart. Darling internet terror of some, lover of mine, I loved you then and I love you now. Let me begin by sharing with these kind readers beautiful memories we share. I once made a friend via yahoo! Messenger (yea that one) so many years ago, I cannot recall when exactly but he is the only “Tunde” with a good heart. We had good times, we were friends as far as friendship goes but he had the “sickle cell” disease and last I heard of him he was on dialysis, you see every time I log on to any chatroom on your space darling I keep praying he would pop up again and I can get to tell him even if I got only one chance “ I love you Tunde and you are strong”.  I guess I lost that one but the

On this episode of stories that might never get published, here’s the story of the “chewing gum fish”. As you all know there’s a global pandemic in the name of “COVID-19”, deadly deadly disease that’s been eating up humans and the very core of our existence, literally keeping us off our streets and eating at our economy daily but that’s not where this started from. It just so happened that when this pandemic hit my country “Naija” it kind of crept in and suddenly we were getting advised to stock up our pantries, well me I like fish, meat and so and so. I obviously knew I was going to stock up on these items so I was thinking of how to preserve my precious food items for as long as a month(I don’t know how long this would be for, in fact we have no official memo yet) this led me to remembering the case of the “chewing gum fish”. When I was a kid there was a time that we couldn’t afford our rent anymore (sad thing) and we were tossed out of our home. I mean tossed, as in tosse

Yay! So it’s a new year and as typical Nigerians our sentiment levels have skyrocketed. Suddenly everyone’s optimistic for the New year and we all seem to have goals only 2020 can inspire us to work on. First, I hate sentiments and I hate fake mirth…so this period is not exciting for me based on secular reasoning. I am genuinely grateful that I am alive this morning to type, to feel, to want, to have a clear head(a great blessing in my case) but I have no sentimental desires for the New Year, mainly due to the fact that years prior I have acted as the typical Nigerian and set resolutions, desires, plans, weight loss goals, to-do lists and what not and at each I have failed. Woefully. So I decided that it takes more than a date change to inspire a sister. I am a very practical soul and I only believe things proven by science or experience (my experience). So I am going to be sharing some tips on how to better ourselves this year based on my findings from a self-survey in 2