It’s exactly 366 days since I returned to Nigeria.
A few days ago, the Nigerian Husband and I laid on a blanket on the bare living room floor relaxing and he goes, “ So when was the last time you blogged?”
That got me thinking and hit me that I had actually let go of my love for writing. That question asked tactfully, birthed this blog post. You guys have this good man to thank.
Three hundred and ninety three days ago, my life changed.
See, before Hurricane Irma, my life in the Virgin Islands was pretty simple and chill: I woke up at about 7:30 a.m. to prepare for work and then leave for town with my Continue reading →
I want to take off my glasses all day(That way, I wont see people and won’t have the need to say hello. I can’t see without them).
I want to turn up the volume of my music all the way up. Today is one of those days I just want to take a long endless walk.
It’s one of those days that only the long draggy, pity-party songs will do.
I want to listen to Adele, Maxwell, Lauryn Hill, Christina Perri, Asa and whoever else gets you thinking about all the evil you’ve committed.
I have more positive than moody and negative days.
When days like these do come by, they hit me really hard… I really want to know I’m normal. Tell me someone else has days like this.
If I could stay away from human contact today, I’ll be the happiest human on earth. Can someone write my articles for the day and contact all the sources that need to be called?And while we’re at it, can someone turn down the heat and scourge of the sun too?
Just hand me a camera and please, may the flowers at the Botanic Gardens be in bloom. I Just want to go shoot some images! I want to be behind a camera noticing the very little precious things in life… Maybe, just maybe that can cheer me up.