• Flash Fiction,  Personal Diaries

    Did You Miss Me???? ||Finding The Dead

    Happy New Month Ibukun-lovers?(unfortunately I can’t find an emoji with a covered face here?) or is it Happy New Year? I’ve missed y’all! Did you miss me? Not so much? Little? Greatly? Thanks to everyone who sent a mail, DMd me on IG to find out what’s up with me. . . but I’ve been great. . . apart from the normal life challenges we all have at one point in time, not so much of an alarming situation. Today, I’m grateful for the gift of life, challenges faced, mistakes made and the journey I’m walking and another phase of healing and rising God is walking and putting me through.…

  • motivation

    Ramblings: The Bigger Picture

    Hi guys. Happy new week. . . I’ve been thinking a lot lately and no it’s not the kind of thoughts that makes your body shrink and sends you from team mopping stick to team broom stick. . . it’s the kind of thoughts that makes you wanna be better as you and for yours!. . .  I thought quite undisputable is the fact that encouragement is a good thing, the fact that you have people to encourage your creativity as family or as readers and supporters in different kinds of ways is amazing but at times, God, your gift and your self is the only thing you have to…

  • Letters

    The Stench of Hypocrisy

    Dear Doe, I hate the smell. . . the side talks. . . the weird looks, the ambiguous comments, the silence, the eye service. . . I hate so many things. I hate the stares that makes one feel crappy. The silent whispers that makes you paranoid. The unfounded gossips that travels at the speed of light. I hate the guts of people who can’t keep it together but think they are better off because they love the comfort of the façade. Sometimes, it is not a façade. Sometimes, it’s art. Some people are so good at choking their emotions that it becomes a blessing to them. And some, they…

  • Letters,  motivation

    Human Wings

    Dear Doe, Remember when warmth and solace was in the hands of solitude, when tears became laughter ~ when it’s so spontaneous, flowing like a river that has mastered its course. . . Remember when I was so good at watching tears trickle, enjoying the salty taste of my own tears like some crunchy dessert of chocolate cake and flaxseed toppings. . . I got used to pain and I loved it. I got used to knowing I am like a seasoned actor who wields her weeping prowess better than the other. . . What’s the use of trying to remember a pain in memory so I could cry? What’s…