I grew up in the oil city of warri and have been there all my life until very recently. We moved! I've never moved, ever! It's always been the one house, same ol' neighbors, bus-stops and friends, yet here I was, slapped with the sharp reality that was Portharcourt, another oil city. Permit me to … Continue reading PORT HARCOURT AND THE BROKE NIGERIAN.
I can't. I just can't. Call me a coward or anything, but the idea of walking up to someone or someone walking up to me and going all we need need to talk gives me a sick feeling in my throat and leaves me tongue tied. They say Taurus belongs to the Hurt me once, … Continue reading Dealing With Confrontation!
..... Let us move on .... Let us move on... For this is short, and it will pass. "Let all that is lost be forgotten " Dido and Kendrick Lamar are giving me good vibes as I sit in the balcony, still in the dress I wore out, and trying my best not to cry. … Continue reading Let us move on
....Really Really Tensed up. So I'm going tomorrow to reapply for something that I was obviously rejected for. You see, my body is always on default panic mode - Like, always. I panic about everything, believe me, everything. See, I'm not really used to pouring out my inner self for the public because really, I … Continue reading I’m Tense…