It's been a while since I was here and a lot has happened in my time of absence. I recently moved to a new city to garner experiences, skills, explore and chart a new course for my life. At first I loved the freedom that comes with independence and the satisfaction of doing something that's always been on my mind. But I began feeling sort of nostalgic and the sense of separation from my family stung with each passing day. In this new city, I miss the people in my life and amidst my other jumbled thoughts that I might have made a huge mistake is the idea that I was not happy. Freedom! It should have brought me uncontained happiness but instead sadness hung over my head. I even got as far as getting a job so why wasn't I happy?. I spoke to my family /friends and they reassured me to be happy that everything would be fine. One of my Instagram friends @Olotufunke who is a Nigerian blogger shared one of her affirmation post that struck me straight in the heart and further alla...
All I've ever wished for is the liberty to completely be myself. To be vulnerable, bold, flawed, creative, multifaceted. To experience things and feel diverse emotions without the consciousness of being judged. This completeness that comes from doing the things you love, making mistakes, knowing you're at peace with yourself - is what I have always craved since I was old enough to truly want anything. I never took interest in subjects like physics, politics, the stock market or other mundane topics most people favoured. Instead I found myself deep in thoughts and in worn pages of books and comics, musing about things I'm very certain no one ever thinks of, unburdened by the plagues of societal obligations. The perils of my overactive imagination which started off as silent musings and daydreams turned to conversations which made me think I was insane, then gradually, flowed into words on paper. I remember talking to myself all the time while doing chores, going to school,...