–narratives as catharsis–
When I was younger, much younger, I backpacked around Spain without a phone. That was an exciting time in my life but I decided to let that energy stay in my teenage years and not beyond. I am barely twenty-three and I find that I am extremely tired. Constantly trying to be the best at…
I finally graduated from university and although my bank account balance is low, I feel ready to see more, do more, and, be more. Like many fresh graduates, I have been thinking a lot about where I’m going in life and how to get there. I’d like to think a lot of my age mates…
I used to pride myself in always picking a new country to visit instead of being comfortable revisiting the same one over and over. And then, I fell in love; none of these new adventures mattered anymore; I had found the one adventure I wanted to pursue and no distance could stop me. Until I…
Freshman year romance was unmatched. I dated maybe five guys during that time and made so many cute memories with boys I cared not a great deal for. My favorite memories from that time are with a boy who had a girlfriend but couldn’t quite seem to keep to her. But what did I care…
I’m a good liar. Great even. I can create scenarios even I start to believe. I’m that good. But, I am also a very honest person. I share a lot about my life because I would hate to have been misunderstood should I die without warning. I would hate for my obituary to talk about…
How did you spend your holidays? Did you get to go home, wherever and whoever that is, to find comfort? Did you get to unwind and reflect on the absurdity that was 2018? Or did you get lost in a new country surrounded by new people? Do you have any resolutions for this year? Or…
Nina Simone’s voice taught me to feel pain. I know it sounds far-fetched because human beings learn pain from birth– maybe that’s why we cry as soon as we leave the warmth of the womb and feel the harsh breeze of the world outside comfort and safety. But, the day I fell in love with…
Who accepts sex as the glory of the body; passion as its companion? She never thought of sex as anything more than a physical activity between two selfish people. She didn’t have to know their story; only that their hands could glide over her throat, threatening to take her life force away. She only needed…
You ever heard that joke of the Nigerian father who paid for his kid’s swimming lessons? Anyway, it goes: the father saw the child drowning during their first swimming class and yelled; “Ayomide! Rise! Don’t waste my money!” That joke used to crack me up probably more than it should. Last week, during my…
