Love and its many faces.

I sit here feeling touched by love and one of her many faces. She has greeted me this morning with a warm smile, a golden sunrise in a strangely familiar city, and a letter from a friend. A letter of love, showing me another one of her faces.

I have moved through life hungry- with an insatiable appetite for love. If I turn a corner and see a smile, I take it to be a clue: love might live here, all I have to do is find it. Life becomes a treasure hunt and me…


Hi, I am a successful young woman who is in pursuit of love- or what I believe love to be. I have had my fair share of dating app dates, organic dates, and even I-met-him-at-a bar-dates (the kind that are supposedly the worst, and yes indeed it was the worst). I have been financially independent for three years, I drive my own car, and live in a gorgeous apartment overlooking the river. I am 23, I have never been in a relationship or a long term situationship ( I know, I know, the bar is in hell but hear me…


What is a life lived, devoid of pain and suffering? There is no such thing. What varies is the measure in which pain is awarded, how it is awarded and the shape it chooses to take in your life- the presence it inhabits.

A profession in nursing is choosing to sit with pain in its many forms everyday. Physical and emotional pain finds me everyday, wrapped in words- bulging out of weary eyes and crinkled brows. …


When I began writing this piece death laughed, precisely three weeks ago I got soul crushing news via text. She had struck close to home, seizing another in the sour crest of her tongue. The space between my sternum gave way to reveal a gaping hole & the echo of cold, black winds resounded within.

Everyday I rise before the sun and roll out of bed in a half sober state, drunk off the sweet elixir that is sleep. As the fog that clouds my mind begins to give way, conscious thoughts crystalize before me. The first? What is…


Lover 01.

The silver barricade that stands between us swings open. Moments before, the anticipation lingers beneath each breath, my pace quickened, my skin begged to feel the heat of yours and fall into the zen lull of Sundays. Dull, grey light that managed to sneak past the thick clouds graciously wash over me. I say hi to your furry four legged friend in all his slick black glory before my eyes even meet yours. And when our eyes meet, you’re soft- like you always are. …


I’m in a wonderfully deep friendship that calls for a lot of introspection. This friendship is often nestled in the deep of the night, amidst the twinkling Chicago skyline and under the watchful eye of the moon. I leave feeling like I have found and lost myself if many more ways than one. Last night we happened upon the profound realization that the knowledge of things can simply be enough.

I have struggled with my rebirth for a while. My rebirth into the world, the peeling away of sheltered eyes/mindsets and opening myself up to countless possibilities. And they came…


Depression isn’t even the word. Anger isn’t even the word. Confusion, pain, hurt, despair. Total loss of hope. A total crushing of sprit from all sides. God, I feel pressed, and crushed and drowned and then set on fire. I don’t feel like I am alive. I don’t feel like anything is working. I don’t feel like any part of me is living. What Nigerians did to deserve this lot in life is beyond me. I can not for one second believe this. I feel so sick to my stomach and to my core. I feel like I have no…


It’s the first few days of Fall, the cool breeze is rolling in- forcing you to pull out the light layers you’ve had tucked away all year. Fires gently flicker outside your favorite restaurant. The last time you were here, you came with the man you tried to love in the winter. But, months have rolled by and you haven’t heard his voice. He told you you were too hard to love- or at least that’s what he made you feel. Did you believe him?

With the slow rising of summer, and the quick crash of it all you grew…


Mornings usually wear the same shade of yellow- or pink, depending on when my eyes swollen shut with sleep decide to open up again. I salvage the slow unfurling of my limbs, the first kiss between the soles of my feet and the hard wood floors, the white walls of my apartment now awash with golden rays of sunshine.

There are things that catch you by surprise and rapture your breath. My favorite flower, a gladiolus, is one of those things. Last week, I made my way down to the farmers market, fighting of the sticky sweet summer air and…


There are things you don’t know that I do. I know that when you kill a goat, you must first drain the life from it through the gaping hole in its neck. Then you must slit its skin and blow it up like the balloons that lined your compound on your first birthday. You must take a sharp razor to its skin and shave off all its hair till he shines like the morning sun through thick harmattan smog.

There are things you do not know that I do. I know that after you have shaved him down you must…

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