Happy Birthday to Me!!!! Wow! It honestly seems like just yesterday that i was 16 and hiding my age from people because i felt too young. Right now i feel ancient! lol. I know its just 20 but its a big deal for me. 20 means a whole lot of things, for one it means
Yesterday, i finally decided to pull myself up and cut my hair. I’ve been talking about doing this for like a year now and i figured i should start being more “action-oriented”. Whoever said “its just hair”? Its not just hair, its much more than just hair for me. At some point, i almost chickened
I feel too much, that’s the problemI felt everything just a little bit too intensely.Pain, Joy, Love.Do you think that’s possible? That one can feel too much?When I Loved, I loved with all my heart and there was never anyone as caring as me.I had the same relationship with pain. When I hurt, I felt
e Some random snapshots from my ophthalmology posting. Classmates and then some My six weeks in ophthalmology posting expired sometime around noon today after the final bell signifying the end of “the end of posting” exam was rung. (haha, see what i did here) and now i can officially say i’m in my final year
This isn’t exactly a book review, just some quotes that spoke to me and i definitely had to put down while i was reading “Helon Habila’s- Waiting for an Angel” Book -Life is like a wave motion, full of highs and lows. We sit on life’s shores with our hands open, waiting to receive. But
We all spend so much time not saying what we want, because we know we can’t have it. And because it sounds ungracious, or ungrateful, or disloyal, or childish, or banal… Whatever it is, say it to yourself. The truth will set you free. Either that or it’ll get you a punch in the nose.
N.B- Before reading this you must agree to share one of your own embarrassing moments in the comment box, if you read this and don’t. Ehrr nothing will happen but God is watching you in 3D. And YES! I’m watching you too! Mostly Because I’m bored as hell right now and because I never take
I went to this “amusement park like” place called dream land africana around Lekki/Ajah expressway recently with my dearest aunt and her kids (my little cousins). Please don’t call me an “old mama youngie” like my friend tracy said :(, i just like having pure fun with the little ones and i’ve also been dying
I already talked about my love for poetry and especially poetry by Andrea gibson HERE . Her words move me in a way I find difficult to explain. I’ve been going through her tumblr and googling up some of her poems, she’s simply amazing! I couldn’t just pick one poem to put up here
I dunno why this topic came up today. No actually I do and it has a lot to do with the fact that I’m tired of random people walking up to me to ask if I play basketball and then go on to lecture me on how I should try it out. Happened this evening