• Losing my mother. The Journey

    19 years gone but still felt.

    Yesterday, 18.4.2020 marked 19 years since my mother passed away. On this date every year for the past few years  I have written something down in her memory. Yesterday was a bit different. I could feel that something was bugging me but I couldn’t place what it was. My feelings weren’t alright and it is only later in the afternoon that a person dear to me called me and mentioned they were checking on me because it was that day. Wrapping my mind to what day it was it just occurred to me that it was my mothers memorial. I felt guilty for not remembering something so close to my…

  • My Body, my Temple

    What’s your concept of beauty? Coz someone called me ugly.

    About a month or so ago I randomly met an acquaintance in the mall, chitchatted a bit and parted ways. They later called me and I was a bit surprised they even had my phone number because it had been years since we last met. They went ahead to tell me that there was something they wanted to tell me but they couldn’t because they thought I would be angry. Yo! if you want to tell someone something then just do it and if not don’t even mention that there is something you would like to say. It sucks to keep someone guessing. So this person went ahead to tell…

  • My Body, my Temple

    Crippling🩸Pain

    Yesterday afternoon I had an episode of excruciating pain I nearly called an ambulance. A familiar kind of pain but each time it occurs it feels new and indescribable. It is the pain that I experience almost every month. Pain known to a lot of women but understood by few men. If you are a man and you are reading this I appreciate that you are here and are willing to read on this kind of pain and my experience with it. It might give you some sort of understanding when dealing with the women in your life. And yeah I’m not shy to have this conversation. It’s high time…

  • Money

    Can we put some respect on our money? Yes please!

    Let’s talk about money from a different dimension. ”Confirmative amnesia is a disease whereby the person you send money to doesn’t call you back to confirm whether they received it. They wait for you to call and enquire. Doctors say it’s commonly found in relatives and close family members, mainly in Africa.” Someone posted the above in one of the WhatsApp groups I am in and it caused a lot of motion and laughter from the members. I guess it is because they related to it. I don’t know how to go around this topic without making it personal and without catching feelings. Well, this blog is a personal one…

  • Travel

    Isn’t Austria not being Australia confusing?

    I remember once a roommate asked me if Kenya was the capital city of Africa and at that moment I didn’t know if to laugh, be sad or disappointed. When I realized she wasn’t joking I explained to her and I hope she has never forgotten. The human in me couldn’t help but judge a little. How could a 25 yr old international University student ask me that? Really? I get asked all the time (no kidding) how Australia is. And to be honest, most of those times I don’t know how Australia is. Because I live in Austria. I have tried so many times to emphasize that fact but…

  • Life Lessons,  Struggles. Hope

    Resetting and finding perspective amidst the COVID-19 crisis.

      Am I even a blogger if I don’t post a lockdown related article? It has been a roller coaster the past weeks. Most of us if not all of us are already going crazy. It is one thing to choose to stay home and it is another thing to be asked to stay home. And because it seems like the hottest topic in town that almost everyone wants to talk about is this damned COVID-19 crisis, here we go. Allow me to share a bit of what I’m on to and my take during this whole mess. I’ve witnessed how rebellious some of us can be and I wonder…

  • Family,  Struggles. Hope

    A struggling sister

    Being an elder sister to my younger siblings, I’m not sure if I should be forever grateful to the higher being for awarding me this role or to sulk in the overwhelming duty I feel attempting to measure up. The responsibility that this role entails for me is sometimes too much or maybe I take it too seriously than I should hence why I have decided to write and share this. Maybe I have it all wrong and your insights or perspectives on this might lessen what I feel at times. I would very much appreciate your advice/comment/input below if you resonate. One of my major challenges of growing older…

  • Love

    Shooting a blunt shot. 🙄

    I was in a charity event recently and got to mingle with some interesting people. One Nigerian boy came in the company of a gorgeous woman. We all happened to sit at the same table. I couldn’t help but admire the love and bond that this couple portrayed. They seemed into each other, laughing and giggling and just making merry. They painted the kind of picture that will want you to have a significant other by your side. Towards the end of the event, while saying our goodbyes, the guy insisted to show us, my friend and I to the exit. I didn’t object. Then in a lowered voice and…

  • Life Lessons,  Travel

    You are in a new country and you don’t relate.

    Coming to a point where most of your senses align to each other and you find yourself calling a place home is such a defining moment. A blessing on its own. It isn’t easy peasy to settle in a new habitat, learn to maneuver and somehow adapt to it and finally be able to call it home. It is a battle with all your senses. Best believe it. Beautiful thing is we all have the human capability to be able to do so against so many odds. A lot of people ask me if I feel at home in my current host city, or if I will ever go back…

  • Family,  Life Lessons,  Struggles. Hope,  Travel

    When loneliness kicks in and you miss home.

    Things are completely different to what you were accustomed to. The air smells different too. When it rains, you miss that earthy smell in the air. It seems like forever since you last smelled it. This is something you never paid much attention to. And you dread to forget that smell. The streets are lonely. There are people yes, but everyone seems too absorbed in their own thoughts. You can’t tell really if people are too slow or too fast. But somehow there is that liveliness that’s missing. That liveliness that ascertains you of home. One of the little things you like to do is watching people and trying to…