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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.


September Shuffle

It’s a big, scary world out there, and sometimes I want to run home with my tail tucked between my legs, back to the comfort of being a Nigerian young adult housed, fed, and supported entirely by long-suffering older family members