Another year alive, and somehow, I am both the same girl and a completely different woman than I was last year. I think birthdays are interesting that way. We celebrate them as though we have simply moved from one number to another, but a year is never just a year. It is everything that happened inside it. The things we prayed for. The things we lost. The things we learnt. The things we thought would break us but did not. The things we thought would make us happy but did not.

I think we have been a little unfair to the word “soulmate”. We have dressed it in romance, wrapped it in declarations of love, and reserved it, almost exclusively, for the person we hope to marry. The one who will make us believe that all the waiting was worth it. When someone says, "I have found my soulmate", our minds immediately begin to arrange a wedding, select colours for the aso ebi, and imagine all the beautiful things that come with finding your person. Yes, romanti

There is a trend going around where people are asking their friends why they think they are single. I have watched quite a few of them and even sent a response at a friend’s request. Some of the responses are hilarious. Some are surprisingly insightful. Some are so brutally honest that you can almost feel the friendship ending in real time. However, every time I watch one of those videos, I think the same thing. Absolutely not! You see, I will not be asking my friends why the

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