So what do you say to someone who is mourning? When it was me, I just wanted everyone to shut up. Sorry. May their soul rest in peace. Some would even say Perfect Peace. Then there was the I know how you must be feeling. No you don’t. I don’t even know.
You would say, argh, don’t go getting all worked up for nothing. It’s just a name.
It’s an identity.
It’s where you are coming from. Or where you are going. Or both.
It’s never just a name.
I’ve said this before, I celebrate all my wins. Every single one. There is nothing like a small win for me and if I didn’t currently live in a place where I don’t know where to find ice cream, I would definitely be getting ice cream today!
Pinky says she has never seen me this happy. I don’t know what she is talking about. But I know you make me smile and true smiles cannot be contained.
Why would you keep something so good to yourself?
How does one go about getting a man?
Don’t like cooking? Simi doesn’t. But is there a slight chance, her husband could cheat on her just because of that?
A letter to my 9 year old self.
Sometimes we don’t even see how self-centered our actions are. Can you relate?
Dust settles. I don’t.
A letter to all the boys in the past, hoping they got exactly the things they left me for.
I like Nnamdi but he doesn’t see me. Nnamdi, dearest Nnamdi, won’t you like me too?