Last weekend, I survived a Nigerian house party. And I don’t mean “oh, it was lit.” I mean my obituary could’ve dropped that night. Friday night, my friend sends me…
I posted one selfie. Just me. My glasses. My peace. …And apparently, a man’s toe. I should never have posted it. I knew. God Himself was whispering, “Don’t do it.”…
By the time they finished dragging me on Twitter, I had already: The thing about public shame is this — if you play it right, it’s just free marketing for…
My Mother’s Pastor Told Her I’m Possessed (He Wasn’t Wrong)
The first time my mother’s pastor told her I was possessed, it wasn’t even during deliverance.He was mid-sermon. He just stopped, squinted at me like he was trying to recognize…
In Nigeria, group chats don’t die — they mutate into smaller, meaner group chats without you. See ehn, paranoia is one thing. Being right is another.And me? I’m right like…
In Lagos, people don’t leave you. They vanish like they’re trying to win hide and seek with God. It started the day Mama Kemi closed her Indomie stand without warning….
First of all, no seriously — where are you people seeing this money? Because I looked away for one second, and suddenly everyone’s posting sunsets with captions like “in my…
I prayed for peace.I got premonitions.I said, “God, please calm my life down.”God said, “Cool. Let me show you something that’ll ruin your appetite.” It started small. I was doing…
Let’s be honest.I didn’t forgive him.I just became so fine, it started to look like healing. He cheated. Not even with someone threatening.Not a baddie. Not an influencer.A girl that…
I Don’t Know What I Believe Anymore, But I Know I Need Peace. Some days I feel like I’m glitching.Like my body is logged in, but my soul is just…