When I was 22, I had a hazy view of my future, but if hard-pressed, there were five things I was certain of: I wanted to be an artist. I wanted to eventually get married, probably to a fellow artist.
The day I met Alex, it was raining cats and dogs in Chicago, the kind of downpour that turns streets into rivers. I was huddled under a bus shelter, my umbrella flipped inside out, cursing my luck, when he
Do you ever feel like there’s a hidden force inside you, waiting to be unleashed? That quiet voice urging you to aim higher, dream bigger, and push past your limits? That’s not wishful thinking — it’s your untapped potential. And
Grief doesn’t come when you expect it. Sometimes it waits years, then finds you on an ordinary Monday morning. This is the story of my sister, Uche, and the love she left behind.
I know, I’m being hyperbolic. I’m not allergic to everything, but that’s what I think whenever I’m in front of food nowadays. Three weeks ago, I found out I had
The train thundered away, I was left with the packet full of documents in my hand. I was in CST today for some personal reasons. But it was not like usual days. I had to reach town early to ensure
I don’t even know why I’m writing this. Maybe because I can’t keep it inside anymore. Maybe because talking feels too hard, and this is the only way I know how to breathe right now.
