He shows up at my doorstep, basket in hand, gifts in another, He tells me, "Mister, you know what time it", I stare him in the face, directly into those glassy eyes, I wonder what he means by that, but on some level, I think I know, What could the
I've been meaning to write about this for a while but I hadn't been able to figure out how to go about it or what to focus on exactly. There's anxiety, depression, being suicidal and a bunch of other stuff. I've dealt with depression for a long time, likely since
I grew up loving novels and they've always fascinated me. One of my earliest memories was borrowing a copy of Ralia The Sugar girl from a classmate in primary school. I was immediately hooked by the story, even though I can no longer remember what happened in it. I used
I was lucky to get a job after I was done with my final exams in school. I'm not sure I spent more than a month at home before I got the opportunity to interview with a fintech in Lagos. The first step was to do a psychometry test together
I've always had a bad relationship with food, starting from when I was little. I used to, and still very much hate onions with a burning passion. And by extension, it made me hate beans and a few other dishes that my mum relied heavily on them for. The amount