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Not quite “10 year” challenge…

A few years ago, about 2 years actually, my mum's room caught on fire. I promise, this is not a sad story. My younger sister was the only one sleeping in the room. She woke up around 4 am, saw the fire (apparently it started from the Air conditioner) and went to my dad's room… Continue reading Not quite “10 year” challenge…

Monday Motivation

Monday Motivation: Gems from Maya Angelou

I had a secondary school teacher who had a saying, which went something like this- Don’t wait for experience to teach you, learn from other people’s experiences first. It still is one of my favourite quote. Today, I’ll be sharing some of the treasures, the late Dr Maya Angelou learnt during her time here on… Continue reading Monday Motivation: Gems from Maya Angelou

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A day in Lagos Market…

There are two unofficial rules in our house when it comes to going to Lagos (Balogun) market- one, no holding phones and two, all cash should be placed in my mum's bag. This first is due to the ridiculously high rate of pick pocketing. It feels like the thieves are waiting for that one person… Continue reading A day in Lagos Market…

Monday Motivation

Monday Motivation #3: Its not too late

For what it's worth... It's never too late, or in my case too early, to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit. Start whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or worst of it. I hope you… Continue reading Monday Motivation #3: Its not too late

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Monday Motivation #2: Faults and Excuses

One of my favorite poems is titled "Richard Cory". It's about a man who was envied by the people of his community for his status, his wealth and his character. Everyone wanted to be like him and everyone wanted the life He had. Then one summer night, whilst the people were tired from toiling for… Continue reading Monday Motivation #2: Faults and Excuses

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That time my brain failed me…

"Do you know, I can't remember what you got me for my birthday". This was the statement which greeted me, one October evening. To rephrase it, my sister was telling me, the birthday gift I so thoughtfully put together for her, wrapped with love and money too, was all useless because she couldn't even remember… Continue reading That time my brain failed me…