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Eleven Years

I didn’t bother to wake up early to say goodbye to my friends.
I didn’t realise then, that I’d never see Zikora and Toke again.






Thoughts on Friendship

In France, your friend is whom you went to school with.
In Brazil, your friend is whomever is welcome to go into your house when you’re not home, and raid your refrigerator.
As a Nigerian, who is a friend to you?


Notes on a Quarter Century

If my seventeen year old self could see me now, she’d be very surprised. This isn’t how I imagined being twenty-five would be at all. I really believed that by twenty-five I would be a full-fledged adult with my life thoroughly together, probably even married, and with a baby on the way.

Somehow that hasn’t happened yet, and in a few hours, I will be six years into my twenties without a fucking clue what I am doing or where I am going with my life.