As at when I was supposed to drop this post, it was still supposed to be July somewhere in the world. Unfortunately, this site refused to work and you’re getting it now. Knowing this, read this post with July’s mind. In 2020, I started a blog post I never got around to finishing… until now. In it, I wrote, "I wonder if I'm still single not because I haven't met the right person yet but because I am not the right person yet”. Over the years, this sentence has found its way bac

If you ask my friends, I am not the kind of friend you invite out. Do not get me wrong, when I am out, I am usually the life of the party. I crack jokes, start conversations and make sure everyone is having a good time. The issue is getting me there in the first place. Unless it is a birthday, a major occasion, or I have reached the point where I genuinely miss hanging out with my friends, you will rarely catch me at a groove. Some people suffer from FOMO. I suffer from ROMO

I was randomly thinking about this article in February. I hadn’t started writing it, but I knew the direction I wanted to take, and this title came to me. One thing I’ll never not be is fascinated by my mind because my blogpost titles explain the topic of the day in such a perfectly veiled manner. They ensure you have to read the posts to truly get the context, and I love it. This is how the gospel was veiled in the Old Testament, but in Christ we see its fullness. Gloryyyyy!

Lately, I’ve been spending more time reflecting on the past, sorting through memories, noticing my triggers and patterns. I’ve been walking around barefoot, so grounded, touching grass as we say in this part of the world. Ever so often, a stone indents my foot, and the pain is sharp but short-lived. Almost six years ago, I started an article I still haven’t finished. Part of me thinks it’s unnecessary, a smaller part thinks it might be worth revisiting. In it I wrote, “I won

The idea for this blog post struck me on January 30th while conversing with a Yoruba man. Initially, I had a different approach, focusing on what love meant to me and asking you to share your thoughts as well. However, after a slightly difficult conversation with the same man almost two months later, my perspective shifted. In recent times, love has begun to mean clarity to me. Through therapy, I have uncovered my childhood traumas and their triggers. As the wise woman I am,