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…

Since when did emptiness carry so much weight? Since when did silence become so loud, so deafening? Since a wanderer made a home out of a person. When will you understand that I am under no obligation to make sense to you? This is my tragedy, I understand but I am not understood. My imagination…

This is what happens when you place your happiness in the hands of someone. You have fallen too deeply my love. I wonder how you are going to come out of this abyss. I see you and I see great unhappiness. I do not blame you for being so trusting…