Feel at home. This is what you often hear whenever you visit a close friend or family. What is home? Where is home? How do you feel at home? Home could mean different things to different people. I believe a consensus among many is that a home is more than merely a structure with four walls – a home is not a house. However, I get why a friend or a relative would want you…

This is the year I hold myself gently. This is the year I take my health more seriously. This is the year I take those gigantic steps towards making a mark in my chosen career. This is the year I make more money. This year, I consciously cultivate friendships and partnerships. This is the year I write on this blog at least twice a month. This is the year I take deep breaths. This is…

I grew up in a calm, what you can almost call a slow city. At that time, most adults who were literate worked for the government. Before the expansion of the big oil companies, factories, and commercial banks, government workers were the ones who ran the city. These government employees comfortably woke up at 8 AM to get ready for work and would often be seen seated in their living rooms before 5 PM, waiting for the…

I have a tidy smile. I should smile more than I currently do. I never thought I could live a day without taking my vitamins until I couldn’t afford them. The war in Ukraine has gone on longer than I expected. I lost an election. The weather has been great; the sun and her beautiful color. My Dad misses me, too. He wants us to talk more frequently than we currently do, but I am…

I have always had a weird relationship with food and feeding myself in general. I find hunger soothing, sometimes. Okay, maybe this isn’t as weird as my brain convinced me it is, after all. Perhaps I find hunger soothing because I am a lazy person who wouldn’t be bothered to make proper meals most of the time. Well, whichever it is, my point is, I don’t always look at food or take the task of…

“Time makes it possible to pick up and carry on.” I lost count of the number of times I said this, on the morning following the day Dr. Chike Akunyili died. I woke up and read the news. I thought about his children and what seeing their father in such a helpless state would do to them. I wasn’t related to the man, yet, devasted. I could not imagine the load of their grief. I…

What a year it was – 2020, I mean. I think I may have slept through New Year’s Eve, the memories are a bit fuzzy. However, I know that for me, the year 2020 came just like the years before it – with me snoring lightly on my bed. I remember just a month before the new year, how I started a new job after I grew tired of the unhappiness my old job supplied…