Kill the Noise.
“Kill the noise. Kill the noise. Kill the noise.” I repeated these three words to myself over and over as I struggled to remain focused on the good in life. Distracted by my unfulfilled desires and fear, I found myself…
Is Self Love Selfish?
There is an unrequited freedom that comes in solitude. The only person I have to please is me. The only opinion that matters is mine. The only happiness to be fulfilled is my own. The imminent pressure to fulfill the…
Why The Truth Fails Us.
Truth. Often daunting. Seldom accepted. Frequently offensive. It can be the cause of fights, breakups and misunderstanding among loved ones and often fails us when met with judgement or reprimand. Our negative responses to truth can cause the truth teller…
Love Isn’t Enough.
Love. Hatred. Resentment. Sadness. Arguments, Misunderstanding. Loneliness. Beauty. Laughter. Possessiveness. Growth. Death. Life. Marriage. is all of the above. It translates the deepest emotions into the most aggressive actions at the drop of a dime. It is the effervescent mirror…
A Dying Superhero
There is this ability we have. The ability to die over and over while trying desperately to look alive. Putting on makeup and cute clothes to feel beautiful. Convincing ourselves that we have to keep going or life will drown…
Purple Hair and Polygamy
Truth or Dare? The question that introduced entertainment to spice up a boring, rainy day among friends. A game to play when there was nothing of substance to occupy ourselves. The perfect instigator for sexual activity and secret spilling between…
I’m Worth The Wahala
Wahala [Wah-ha-lah] 1. Problem Ex: No wahala, I go move. (No problem, I’ll move) 2. Trouble Ex: Wahala dey come. (Trouble is coming.) For many,many years, I've deemed myself unworthy of the trouble and conflict that comes with difficult conversations…
Nothing More Than A Housewife
"I'm nothing more than a housewife. Cleaning and raising children will be what my life consists of for the next 20 years. I'll commit…
You Chose Your Man.
I'm sick and tired of people telling me that I have a good man. Every time he smiles at me or serves me. Every time he opens my door or calls me sweetie the world around me erupts in cheer…
It Gets Easier
I remember sitting on my bed with tears flowing down my face. Trying hard to catch my breath in the midst of a full out, ugly, loud cry. I was stressed, distraught and tired. This was week 2 of being a…