A garbage sandwich, I think, is what most of us become after life has had a few turns with us. A little disappointment layered between our forced smiles and there’s burnt dreams tucked beneath the “I’m

Yesterday, I was on TikTok and I came across this older woman. I think her name is Gigi. She looked her age, yes, but there was something about her I really fancied. Gigi is an alive woman. In all her

I was going about my morning routine when a thought crossed my mind and I couldn't wait to write it down on a jotter because it spoke a lot to me in just one word. It isn't a new word that I've never heard

Yesterday evening, I couldn’t write because life seemed to happen in a way that demanded all of me. My cousin texted me and said she wanted to end her life. At first, it didn’t feel real. But then she

Early today, I stumbled upon a short movie clip and I watched how a single choice that would have been avoided, ruined a happy family. I watched how responding to anger forcefully and uncontrollable anger

I woke up this morning to something I didn’t expect. Two different communities had mentioned me. I mean my name, right there, among the winners of their prompt contests. For a moment, I just stared at

Success is not final. Failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts. —Winston Churchill There is something about this quote that is deeply humbling. Most often, we treat success like

In the estate where I live, people are always in a hurry. Their mornings except mine, begin with car engines and hurried footsteps, the evenings end with tired returns. Everyone seems too focused on work,

What Would Be the Perfect Crime? If one were to ask this question in the literal sense, I imagine the answers would wander toward shadows, toward schemes so carefully constructed that they leave no trace,

I came across this writing challenge on Substack with the prompt: Write about a time when you were afraid that you would fail at something. How did you conquer your fear? Funny enough, I only remember

It has often seemed to me that life, in all its curious arrangements, demands from us a kind of faith we scarcely understand, an expectation of things not yet seen, and a preparation for moments that have

When time stops who survives?

From Fear to Freedom: How Student Life Is Finally Changing

I was scrolling through X this week when I came across a post by a 22-year-old woman who was simply expressing her discomfort with men aged 30 and above approaching her. I laughed when I first saw it and

There are days when life tastes like lemon, almost too vivid on the tongue. Days that wake you abruptly, and it has shoved in your face a sour honesty, swearing not to be softened or sweetened. On such

Today was another one of those days where I felt completely unmotivated to write, until I took a walk with my mom to her farm. There used to be a forest along the path to my mom’s farm. The forest was

There’s this book that has me completely wrapped around its fingers. I’ve been reading it slowly, and that’s not because I’m busy, but because I don’t want it to end too soon. Still, it hasn’t let me think

Two days ago, while passively watching the news on TV, something I rarely do, a live report came on that interrupted the ordinary rhythm of my day. Watching TV that day was supposed to be background noise

Time is one concept I've known to have a major say in the lives of humans, whether we desire it or not and not minding if it's passage causes us joy or pain. It's both valued and underrated by different

On Wednesday, my niece, the eldest of four, came home buzzing with news. She had been given a creative writing assignment. Her teacher had asked each student to write a story, and she wanted my help. I