Shameful as it is, I am forced to ask you how you like your apology done. Rare, medium or well-done? Because, where do I start to explain my prolonged absence? Do I begin with an apology or do I ask you if you still love me and wait while your silence breaks my heart? Maybe I should just clink my…

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I used to get offended when people would say that we people back home were stretching our legs in the sun, waiting for our relatives in America (or any country abroad for that matter) to send us money or to come save us from poverty altogether. I still get infuriated at such utterances. But back then, it simply baffled me…

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To say that I’m upset, will be an understatement. I am raging. Like this black bull my grandmother used to own when I was 6 years old. That bull was and still is the most terrifying cow I ever came across. And believe me, I have interacted with a number of cows. Both literal and figurative. But that is beside…

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The commute to my father’s house was one of the longest I ever had to make after deciding that I could take no more of what life after college was doing to me. My limbs felt heavy alright but my heart was in an even worse state. Combine that with the laughing voices in my head and you have a recipe…

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I have felt useless before. Maybe even more useless than a white crayon pencil feels in the midst of other colorful ones. But the kind I experienced after I completed college last year was simply unprecedented. And for some reason, I was convinced that a job would fix that. A flowery job that paid a salary with sufficient zeros at…

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