First disbelief, because I never lose anything. I am scared of losing things because I’m scared of what that would do to me. I don’t like to test the boundaries of my anxiety and so; I do everything I possibly can to avoid being in triggering situations. I often imagine losing my wallet, dropping my … Continue reading I Lost My Camera
I would like to live with the clouds,
But at night, there are no clouds. Continue reading Watching the Clouds
This is a 33 minute playlist of some of the songs I’ve been overplaying this month. Some sad, some not. Fatoumata Diawara’s Timbuktu Fasso tops the list. Enjoy! (or not) Continue reading “July’s Playlist.”
There are times when I look forward to new days, not because I am excited for tomorrow but because I cannot wait for today to end. Continue reading To be Tired
After my first year of university was done, I packed my camera, grabbed my friend and flatmate Pelumi, and headed to Hope Valley. Pelumi was leaving Sheffield soon and wanted to see the Peak District. She’s spending the next year of university abroad.
After finally locating our dodgy platform and 25 minutes on a particularly noisy train, we arrived in Hope Valley. We really hadn’t planned this journey so we just wandered the rainy roads until we found ourselves in Castleton. This was our journey in pictures. Continue reading “A Day in Castleton”
This isn’t fun anymore. It used to be. I loved coming here to share bits and pieces of my largely uneventful life. I was out of school and bored. Continue reading “The Blogging Dilemma”
I never really planned to come back home. The thought lingered in my mind but never fully formed. It only became real when I called my parents and asked them to please change the date on my return ticket; I was coming home. Continue reading “Two Weeks in Abuja”
I was just wondering…
Aside: To any prospective employers and school admission offices that happen to stumble upon this part of my life, I just want you to know that this and almost all the other posts on this blog are tongue-in-cheek and attempts to be funny (some failed). In reality, I am a hardworking and passionate European and International Law student trying to get a First. Thank you.
It’s 3:16 am and I can’t sleep.
(Well not really. It was 3:16 am when I made this entry into what you could call a journal. Now I’m listening to Childish Gambino and binging on MAOAM Stripes.)