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,

I started writing this article last February, and with the emotional turmoil I was in then, I got overwhelmed and closed the draft after two paragraphs. A little over a week ago, I remembered my promise to be a monthly contributor on this website, so I randomly started scrolling through my drafts looking for inspiration. It led me here. If I were to pick one word to characterise my love life up until this moment, I would call it tumultuous. It is one big pot of pepper soup w

For the past two years, I have been sad! I was immensely sad and lost interest in a lot of things, one of which was writing. While I earlier stopped being a consistent publisher on this blog, I was a consistent writer in my daily life. For the last 20 months, words evaded me. I could not string enough sentences together to explain the immense pain in my heart. This also meant that I could not be helped. Well, I’m back and I am here promising you guys at least one blogpost per