“I fear none of this will matter where it should, and now I feel hopeless.”

It’s been thirteen (13) days since the #EndSARS protests began in Nigeria. We’ve made substantial progress considering that Nigeria hasn’t seen a protest with this much attention since we became a “democracy”. A large number of young Nigerians have become a part of this movement. Many have dedicated their voices and time to moving across areas of significant importance to get the message to the government and the people. It’s been pretty encouraging seeing a lot of us regardless of socioeconomic, religious, and political inclinations come out to protest or lend their voices on social media.

Members of the LGBTQ+…


“I knew you before I formed you in your mother’s womb… For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord . They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.”
Jeremiah 1:5, 29:11 NLT.

I was supposed to write an article about grief and how it changes you, and how grief from past experiences has slowed me down and may be why I will always be stuck grieving. And not just death or any “concrete” loss — time, life, and love. How it reduces you until parts of yourself…


PART 1

It’s a dark library, I walk in with Raliat. We are looking for a book. I have no idea what we are supposed to find. I walk around until Raliat suggests that we leave. I walk ahead of Raliat. At the exit, we see Damilola, or what appears to be him. I first think it’s Williams. He smiles at me. I’ve missed his beautiful smile. He leans in and I kiss him. Feels awfully familiar. Like we’ve done this before. We let go. There’s a woman –a teacher– at the other end of the library.

I wake up. I’ll see…


On the Saturday evening when I started thinking about writing this, I was casually doing my thing, minding my own business when it hit me — my romantic feelings towards people have never really been returned. I don’t know how, but I managed to pull myself together before I spiraled into the chaos that I always get into when I slip into those moments of consciousness where I remember that I’m actually a real person with real feelings and needs. …


My love letter to people who feel like failures during these troubling times.

As 2020 grinds to a chaotic stop, my twitter timeline is full of people talking about their wins. And while that’s wonderful considering the tragic mess the year has been, some of us would rather not see these things because it seems like all this year has done to us, is take. …


I hate it here. I really do. The government hates me. The world hates me. Everything is actively trying to kill me. My life is stagnant. My human rights are a legal/morality debate. There’s a lot of shit to do with money and there’s not enough of it. My childhood was taken from me because I had to become hyper-vigilant and aware at a very early age because bullies exist. I’m going terribly slowly with this life thing. I’m tired of how I’m used to disappointment and how somehow, the pain still feels fresh everytime. I’m tired of these stupid…


Today’s my mother’s birthday. I’m pretty good with birthdays so forgetting isn’t usually a thing I associate with myself, unless of course I am not aware of the date at the moment, which happens a lot these days because of the pandemic. But I remembered today. I’d have called her immediately, but it’s 4am in Nigeria, and even if she’d be awake, she’s definitely praying, so I texted her instead with “happy birthday mummy!!!!”. And I was going to add “I love you" but I stopped and thought to myself, “Wouldn’t I be lying? I don’t like lying. …


Are we witnessing the beginning of a revolution?

On October 1 2020, Nigeria marked 60 years of freedom from British colonial rule. All over Twitter, Nigerians unanimously agreed that the date was nothing worth being celebrated, and that Nigerians in diaspora doing the routine “jollof pride” and “Nigerian parents” rubbish should desist and use the day to bring attention to the issues that plague the country.

Nearly two weeks later and I’m drinking gari at 6 am and listening to Nicki Minaj and Beyoncé while writing this article. It’s been a chaotic two weeks for most young Nigerians, and somehow, a lot of the older population is either…


I did not start this article with a title in mind. And that’s because I suck at writing. But I’m doing this anyway because who says you have to be good at anything before you do it — plus, it’s free.

I suck at A LOT of things (if you haven’t noticed that this may read like a 16-year old Wattpad writer’s work, now you might) and I’m beginning to become okay with that. I’m mediocre. And that’s not really a bad thing. …

'Tomide Odu

unbecoming.

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