I am Mary Jane. I want to have my cake and eat it too. I’m too good for all this bs around me; but I’m always the victim. I am Mary Jane. Beautiful and intelligent; Passionate and driven; Loyal even; but I do not see these things about myself: I am insecure. I am Mary Jane. I am a high achiever. I worked HARD to … Continue reading Being Mary Jane.
When she was little, she got everything she wanted; didn’t even have to ask for it most times. She was happy and so was her family. Sure, they had their sadnesses, but, all was well in the world if you looked at the bigger picture. I mean the greater good was the more important thing. Then things started going downhill. For a long time, she … Continue reading Girl. Uninterrupted.
A song by Belgian artiste Stromae. Literary meaning: Where are you Papa? I streamed it on Soundcloud and it’s been on replay ever since. [Verse 1] Dites-moi d’où il vient (Tell me where he is from) Enfin je serais où je vais (Finally I know where I‘m going) Maman dis que lorsqu’on cherche bien (Mom said that when looking good) On finit toujours par trouver … Continue reading Où Est Ton Papa?
They always say they don’t want to be in the ‘friend zone’. I don’t get it. What’s so bad about being friends with the opposite sex? They think that it’s so horrible. I don’t get why it’s even a thing. As a female, I can confidently say that being ‘fuck zoned’ is a lot worse. You know when you meet a person for the first … Continue reading The 1000th View: A Girl’s Rant…
There was a boy. He saw a girl; she was beautiful; all he ever wanted. For a long time he was haunted by her; she affected him in a way no other girl did, so, one day, he summoned courage to talk to her. He walked up to her and said “you’re going to be my wife. Pray about it.” The girl was naturally taken … Continue reading A Story…
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For the first time today, I heard someone make the argument that opening doors or laying down a jacket for the lady to cross the puddle is a chauvinistic concept. Heard, people. I HEARD it; someone didn’t tweet it. It was said. Imagine my shock. I’m not sure what feminism is anymore. For a while, I thought it was about fairness, and giving honour to … Continue reading This Feminism Thing sha.
This is Francis. Francis is my favourite photographer. I call him Fran Fran sometimes. Francis has a way of capturing my thoughts and emotions in .jpeg. It’s beautiful. Francis is studying Mechanical Engineering in the University of Lagos and he’s in his final year right now. Francis likes to take pictures; it’s his art form. Francis has this art thing he calls Monochrome Headshot which … Continue reading This Is Francis.