Thank You, Next! First off, Happy new year guys! I’m not sure I said that in my previous post but I’m certain there’s no offense in repeating it again. So, Happy new year! How’s the new year treating you? I’m Super pumped to be writing again on my blog, it feels like it’s been ages.
I like to say that I write to release. To let go. But truth is, I also write to remember. Because when you have a selective memory like mine, sometimes reliving moments via words is the only way to remember. So I’m writing September down to remember. Because September was the gift that kept giving
Lately, I’ve been on some sort of reading spree. Crossing books off my reading list, spending my days with my face buried inside a book and retiring earlier than normal to bed just so I can snuggle in with a book till sleep takes me under its wings. I always say that I am thankful
Lately it might seem like I’ve been going on and on about “friendships”. If you follow me on social media, you’d understand why I say this. The thing is I’ve been learning and re-learning a lot of things as regards friendships and relationships in general. Sometimes these things/lessons get jumbled up in my head and
A No Holds Barred Life Update. Some days, life is a series of “I can’t kill myself” statements dropped with a heavy sigh at random intervals. And on other days, it’s a quiet determination to stretch myself thin if that’s what it will take to get this adulting right and my life together. This year
February. February was for celebrating the little wins, like this ynaija feature. Like the unexpected email from whowhatwear. Like new connections that seemed to want to stay. February was for taking new chances and giving second chances. For gaining clarity and counting my losses. February was for finding god in myself… I haven’t done a
An Evening Of Self Love. Yesterday, I was thinking of how time flies. You’re planning a project and freaking out about the big day but it comes and just like that, it’s over and filed away in your archives like you didn’t spend days quieting your anxieties over it. It’s amazing, isn’t it? This time
Imagine a fun night out with your favorite girls. Now, add good food, poetry for the soul, vibing with other equally cool ladies and gift bags to the mix! It started out as a thought that lingered just long enough to grab me by the neck demanding my attention. The thought/idea was simple enough –
What is Love? But a four letter word that defined the better part of my existence. Growing up, Love was that one word that held me hostage. That tied up my insides and made me pull and push till I was spent. Why won’t they love me? Why was I never enough? I wanted desperately
I came. I saw. I left. Although, I’ll be honest. I didn’t see nearly enough of this NYSC thing to actually write a fleshy post about my nysc camp experience. But I guess enough to leave a handwritten note on the wall saying “Cassie Daves was here” Nonetheless, I’m all for documenting experiences and more