Forgive me if this is the shittiest thing you’ve ever read in your life. I’m listening to ABBA as I write this. Up until last week, I thought ABBA was a white woman instead of a fabulous Swedish pop group. How very amusing? I’m also seated on my bed wearing…

There is no necessary depth to this. Someone asked me what I liked yesterday. Years ago, I read Joe Graft’s Sons and Daughters obsessively. Before Sons and Daughters, it was The Passport Of Mallam Illia and before that was a book that held a collection of JP Clarke’s poems. I…

My life is a collection of unfinished/poorly told stories. Literally and figuratively. Writing My earliest memories are mostly involving literature. Reading my mother’s copy of Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o’s Petals of Blood as a 7-year-old, my father coming home with a stack of new novels for me every weekend, writing silly fanfics…

*Reading Andre Aciman’s work is not enough. We need to exchange bodily fluids. Sunday, 3:29 Am. My collection of Parisian academia songs is playing on my AirPods, my Biochemistry notes ajar but long forgotten, I am tweeting the title of songs nobody knows and I sit at my desk dreaming…

This is my third attempt at an end of year piece. I must say that I had an awfully mid year which in comparison to the other years I have had to live through is good. …

I remember how five months ago, my life was a mess. You see, I had thought that I was in love. I had indulged, as I often do, in self-destructive behaviors. Prioritizing the happiness of others over my mental health, doing things I found uncomfortable. I even broke my regimented…

REDEMANCY Bolatito, I like how openly and loudly you love me. With other people, I have dwelt in uncertainty but with you, I am sure. I like how this love sits warm between us. I like how on unpleasant days I think to myself, at least Tito loves me. I…

Soft Pink! To the 10 year old girl who sits at the front of the class and wears thickset glasses, I am trying to do one of those things where you write a letter to your younger self. So yes, I am from the future and I know what is…

I AM TERRIBLE AT NAMING THINGS. In July, I watched the sunset. And danced to SAYGRACE Because nothing mattered, Nothing matters. This time, When my friends asked if I wanted to go out, I didn't say no Because there is this liberty that comes with sadness That makes you risk…