Collateral Beauty

The pain of losing someone to the cold hands of death is one of the most trying moments anyone can go through. All around us we see all kinds of people with sicknesses, diseases and deformities of each and every kind. There are those who were born this way, and those who as a result of certain circumstances just find themselves in this scenario. The big question is: What are we doing about it? What are those who have these supposed limitations doing, and what are the whole ones among us doing?...view full article   read more

Being A Mum With This Condition Helps Me Live Intentionally-Loveth Okoli Shares How She Has Been Living Strong As A Sickle Cell Survivor

One of the fears of sickle cell survivors is if they will ever find someone who will accept them enough to love them and spend forever with them.

While that concern may be valid, Loveth Okoli, a Nigerian, UK-based mother of two children (twin, boy and girl) was never bothered about that....view full article   read more

How I Dealt With It.

In the end what really counts is how well we lived and not how long.

This I’ve always known, but I saw in reality through the life Tola lived.

I can say with all confidence that I have no regrets marrying her because I knew she was God’s will for my life....view full article   read more

Over The River

Over the river
And through the woods
I desperately seek to recover
From my pains and wounds.

In wandering, I’ve wandered
In searching, I’ve searched
In crying, I’ve cried
In praying, I’ve prayed

And after all has been said and done
I find no solace
Whilst I go through the furnace
In my huge manacles....view full article   read more

Omotola: Sorely Missed, Not Forgotten

I like to think writing, for me, is therapeutic as much as it’s a passion. But sometimes, certain events seem to nullify that position. They stand like giants and poke fun at me right before my eyes:
“No darling. Your writing can’t do us nothing!”...view full article   read more

Heart Broken

How are we doing today? I hope we’re all living strong, or at least trying to in the face of difficulties that seem like cannot be overcome.

5:30 am, about three months ago, I encountered what most people would call a panic attack. I couldn’t breathe, and it felt like a part of me was being ripped out of my chest. I had to be carried down from my bed by my roommates who were left in anxiety for about 15-20 minutes until I calmed down. When dawn broke, I called my parents to explain what had happened. I remember my mum saying “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine”. She didn’t tell me Omotola had left us then. I continued normal school life until a week after, a mutual friend of our families asked me about her. Naturally, I said she was fine because I had called the day before, and was told that she was doing okay, the doctors were still checking up on her, and that I should keep praying for her. You can imagine what a rude shock it was for me to hear that my elder sister, mentor and best friend had passed away, and that too, just few hours to my first ever examination as an undergraduate. To be honest, I have no idea of what I wrote in that paper, because it was done in tears. I was so heart broken, hurt and angry. Heart broken because I had lost my favourite person, hurt because everyone had to put on a facade for my sake, even after I knew the truth already, and I was angry at myself. Mama(Omotola) used to call me her guardian angel, and in our last conversation, she spoke casually about “killing pains”. At that point, I promised to pray for her, but it felt like I didn’t pray enough when I learnt of her passing. Coupled with some other happenings, I began to blame myself, and depression began to set in. I couldn’t relate well with friends, couldn’t eat or sleep, I couldn’t even pray. It felt like my life had taken a downward turn and spiralled down the drain....view full article   read more

Things We Do For Love

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Wedding Day (Part 2)

The nights passed and the days dawned.
It was the engagement day. Everyone fussing around and excited about the joyous celebration.

Tola could not contain her joy, yet, it was one of mixed feelings. She would be leaving all she had known behind and moving on with her life, with the man of her dreams, Olushola Samuel Ajayi....view full article   read more

Wedding Day (Part 1)

It was time to rest in advance for my big day. The hustle and bustle of preparation for me was over. No outing sprees nor over excitements I had been told. My big, black leather box lay gently at the corner of my room. The room was as cosy as always and warm from the rug’s presence....view full article   read more

Peace

Peace has overtime been described as a state of rest and harmony, a period free from war, discord or strife. More often than not, we tend to see peace as a time of total comfort, away from every form of anxiety and worry. Yet, this is not a true summation of what peace really means....view full article   read more

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