personal stories

How I survive the cold harmattan season

The first day of this harmattan/cold weather hit me like a sucker punch. I remember calling my mum and saying "This cold is trying to kill me", and I meant every word of it. I knew it was going to be cold, but I didn't expect it to be "this cold", hence I prepared nothing… Continue reading How I survive the cold harmattan season

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All Things Road travel: The things I learnt

This past Sunday, I embarked on a 7 hour journey by road using public transport and guys, I learnt two things- 1- when a man says he has a dog in a bus, believe him. 2- there is nothing adventurous about sitting in the back seat of a bus going up-down and with every bump,… Continue reading All Things Road travel: The things I learnt

coffee conversations

Coffee with Ameena #18

If we were having coffee, I'd tell you how last week, I stuck my foot in my mouth (by saying something I shouldn't have) and it didn't taste good. I was seeing a patient who had a stroke, but was stable considering, and we were actually having a good conversation. I noticed her caretaker had… Continue reading Coffee with Ameena #18

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Lies we were fed as kids

In the words of the Singer, Tamar Braxton, "Lies you tell!". Today, we will be taking a trip down memory lane and discussing some of the lies we were spoon fed as kids; lies our parents and neighbors made us believe were real, and lies we probably will pass down to our children as well.… Continue reading Lies we were fed as kids

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Coffee with Ameena #16

If we were having coffee, I'd ask you how your night was and hope it was better than mine because that thing called "menstrual cramps" shortened my sleep at around 3:30am. At 3:30am, while the world was asleep, it all made sense to me why I was irritable and incredibly hungry and craving for the… Continue reading Coffee with Ameena #16

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Coffee with Ameena #15

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you how this week I was looking through some of my old pictures when I was 15/16, in my first year of university, and I smiled at how I look nothing like what I used to look like then. I lived differently, loved differently, dressed differently, reacted differently.… Continue reading Coffee with Ameena #15

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A day in Lagos market… Again

  I was chatting with a friend earlier this week and in between texts, she wrote, "adulthood Issa scam", and I thought, girl, you spoke the truth. Adulthood was supposed be like a beautiful episode of Hannah Montana, filled with laughter and romance and friendship, not to mention, adventures and freedom as well. But No,… Continue reading A day in Lagos market… Again