Consider this compendium of mismatched paragraphs as some sort of life update. -I have spent 18 years on earth, and these are all I have to show for it; several undiagnosed mental illnesses, only two pictures where both my eyes are completely open, a tulle skirt, a slightly unusual endearment…

Ignore the ridiculous title. Ceramic Ashtrays, Glazed Doughnuts and Empty Promises. You’ve recently fallen in love with ceramic. Last month it was yarn and the month before that it was polymer clay. The link between these is that you love art, you love anything that guarantees you some form of…

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…