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Not quite a baby in the backpack but we were about to travel as a family, four months with a barely toilet trained 3

On the 5th of August 2023, two years ago, I made one of the scariest decisions of my life by relocating to Lagos.

A Little

Loretta Jean had never liked the word “divorced.” It sounded like a stain that wouldn’t wash out, the kind of label folks whisper about when they see you coming down

It’s been a long time since I last came here and wrote, two months to be precise.

Life took some unexpected turns that required me more than ever, so I obliged life’s demands and redirected my focus accordingly.

But in

What’s the story behind your name?

My name is Ammu — Well, not exactly — that’s not the name the world knows

A raw story on heartbreak, healing, and the life lessons that come after loss

I used to believe love could fix everything.
That if you cared enough, fought hard enough,

I didn’t see it coming. The pawn shop smelled like old carpet and metal, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. I wandered the aisles, looking around at everything, when my eyes landed on it.

My hot pink electric guitar.

Leaning against

I have always been an envious person, it’s actually the first thing that I noticed about myself ever since I was a kid. However, I never really showed that side of me to anyone. Not even in a joking manner.

Right after my graduation, I went for a job interview at a call center. As soon as I opened the office door, I saw

A town seen through Vithiya’s quiet eyes, where ordinary days carry hidden weight.

This is my story, the story of Vithiya, a 20-year-old young women from T.C. Kootroad Road, Vanur Taluk, Villpuram District, India. I don’t love my town, and