I’m in my last year, my skin is clear and glowing,  I have a boyfriend who loves me, i’m listening to Lauryn Hill and reading ratchet Instagram news and catching up on various personalities, I want nice things in life, I am incognito, crave food and just enjoy all the sunlight I can get. University has kicked in and my courses are all lined up like linebackers. They are determined not to let me cross the finishing line which would therefore mean my university gets more money when I fail and have to do another year. My GPA is quaking, depreciating everytime I exhale and I haven’t shaved in awhile because nature is right. LOL. I’m hiding in fear from my past, dodging it every chance I get. I don’t want to see people who want to break my neck or interact with those who hate me. I have no friends, I’m waking up early in the mornings which could be a sign of anxiety times 100 or i’m getting old. This school year promises to be a tough one and I find myself having mini panic attacks whenever I think about anything related to school which is often.

I’m just buzzing and hypersensitive to life and my surroundings. My new housemates probably never hear me because i’m cautious about every sound I make. The other night my phone dropped and I panicked not because my phone might stop working, but that anyone would hear me; mind you I have my own flat in the basement. I’m better but not better.  I want to go somewhere for awhile and eat and laugh and breathe. I could forget and just be. Just me and endless skylines. I hope I master this school year and I hope life gives me a break. I have a lecturer who seems to hate my guts and I can’t seem to function no matter how hard I try, people just see me as scared and loopy. I was never good at hiding my emotions. I string them on a line but lets see if I can attack and win this year. I have to atleast try. Don’t we? That’s all I can do at this point and do it like i’m never gonna try anything again.



Life has gotten beautiful for just 5 seconds. I now have my own apartment which i’m assembling for school next week. I probably won’t attend because nothing happens in the first week and lecturers wait for everyone to arrive to start anything substantial. The apartment isn’t beautiful and the location isn’t the best but i’ve added touches to it and I dare say I am proud of myself. Living on my own is a big step but I feel grown and an adult like independence has kicked in. Not only do I have my own place but I have a boyfriend, he’s from Nigeria and he’s the most amazing thing you’ve ever met. I have peace of mind, I’ve learnt not to hold grudges, forgive and to be patient with people and life. Of course I just got snubbed by people today who I thought were my friends but it’s okay. Life keeps moving and holding on to feelings does nothing for us. I hope I have a beautiful and productive year, that God shines his light on me and that his divine grace will always be upon me. You know what i’ve also learnt that sometimes negativity and looking at all the bad things only makes a terrible life. Positivity and faith goes a long way and i’m looking at all the silver linings and love I have to give to the world. I just don’t let anything ruin my day and know everything happens for a reason but we can be happy with the small things and complain less. Idk even with having no friends, never getting invited anywhere and final year pressures looming, I’m just happy and will try my best. That’s all I can do, I can’t be worried or concerned over everything and it gives me more time to be with myself and heal I guess. I used to be so angry and annoyed at the world. Life was just hard and right now its awesome.  I hope your summer has also been great and sending tons of light your way, no matter the darkness you’re in.


I used to read this book when I was 13 called Fearless by Francine Pascal when I started getting attacked by anxiety and fear just starting high school. It was about a teenage girl born without the fear gene; trained by her CIA dad in all forms of martial arts and so for a year I walked around acting tough believing I was ‘Fearless’. Now I am wrecked with anxiety, the possibility of making a simple phone call terrifies me. I’m not a natural conversationalist. So there are awkward pauses after “how are you?”and “how’s life?” and just calling somebody on the phone gets my heart racing because they can hear how weird and awkward I am (I believe). Therefore can you imagine barreling through people on a daily basis and trying to act normal. I can’t make speeches in front of people and I worry about what people think and say about me. I’m my own judge and juror; for something as trivial as someone saying hi and wondering if I greeted them back right, judging my pictures to the T (there’s no wonder as to why I don’t have a Whatsapp profile picture). Atleast once every week I have an anxiety attack, I can’t breathe, I’m breathing but not breathing, lungs crash and squeeze against my ribs and my heart dances to Calypso beats. I’m afraid to let the girl with whom I share bathroom see me because we do not speak. She’s only ever seen me about 2 times the entire semester (5 months), how I do it? It is a difficult feat but I am cursed by insomnia. I’m afraid to cook because I don’t want her nor her friends seeing me, staring at me and invading my space. I’m afraid to create a Youtube channel because I don’t want people to see and criticize me; personality and all. Fear is not trying because you already see yourself possibly winning but you might also fail so why bother. It’s not wanting to go out with this really cute guy because he’s actually good at reading you and we can’t have that. I must remain a mystery. Men like mystery and people do too.

If I didn’t have fear or a care in the world can you imagine all the things i’d accomplish. It hasn’t done anything but put my life in handcuffs like Christian does to Anna in Fifty Shades of Grey (random analogy). And when someone mentions doing anything that requires me to exert myself I panic, not to mention I detest change, I like the  known and comfortable. Maybe weed would help. I’m just tired of being afraid. I just need scientists to come up with a way of eliminating the fear gene. So I can live if even for a day, just a day. I would be happy, i’d be a superhero. Wonder woman for a day? But instead i’m the girl with her hair in a bun, wearing minimal lip balm, comfortable shirt and jeans that trembles every time she hears a loud sound. I could make friends, you know long term friends. Instead of always talking to people online. But as much courage as I muster those will always be could haves. All the Youtube videos on how people overcome their anxiety and fears don’t really work, it doesn’t. They tell you to fake it till you make it.  If I could fake it, I could do the real thing.

They love to say what’s there to be anxious or fearful of and they utter the quote that is supposed to deactivate all fear genes but for some reason it doesn’t work for me. Fear has molded itself into my body, blossomed, it feeds off of me. It reminds me of this big leafed green plant that latched on to a tree in my backyard and before we knew it was there. It grew like a beanstalk trunks thick and green, vines running along the tree’s body, its leaves blocking out its sunlight. The poor tree was barely surviving leaning as best as it could on something it had no strength or will to get rid of. I am at that tree bending for light. But people look at you and they think telling you this will work; life’s mantra for the fearless “You only live once”. Only fucking once.


You think you’re alone in this world and you wait for this guy to arrive but when he does you’re not sure because you sometimes fall for the villain in the Disney movies before you meet Prince Charming. But there are numerous times the girls meet Prince Charming and live happily ever after or that Mills and Boons romance novel you used to read with the chaos before it all starts, then newfound attraction and sex, the minor confusion before the book ends and they confess their undying love for each other and live happily ever after. Nothing works like that but then again that’s why these love stories work so well commercially. They’re what people hope or wish would happen in real life. But i’m 23 young, wild and free; summer what are you doing? Isn’t it too early to throw in the towel. I feel it is, I just can’t.

Anyway i’m on this at 5am confused and terrified about a guy who’s sitting at his desk waiting for work to be over to tell me he missed me the whole time including now i’m writing this post. Life used to be easy.


I have seen a lot of platforms for creatives and though WordPress is a beautiful place with thousands of creatives and amazing blogging spaces not to mention designs. I feel  when it comes to believing in its writers and what they do and provide especially in an era where videos are now a thing WordPress lacks that connection to its users and motivating them. For example Youtube, they rank you by views, they host various events, they monetise the content for advertising space and they make each achievement feel worthwhile. I mean yes you get the you have made the 1000 post notification but its not the same as getting a Youtube button plaque in your email or memorabilia. Also if you check it out we’re mostly just creatives liking, reading and commenting on each others work which is perfectly fine but our audience comprises of us mostly? But what would be cool is going on to Instagram and seeing an ad that says read this persons amazing post about “How to Travel in the Summer” or “How to Procrastinate”. I know we are given the title starving artists but you’d think such a platform would push to expand and break boundaries and stereotypes. I mean I know you can purchase your own website and monetise it but what would be nice would be if they said okay, get a thousand interactions (just saying) and you will get a free website for every month you do maintain that interactivity. Believe in us the way other platforms believe in there creators. I see on other writing platforms persons get movies and book deals all the time, and i’m not jealous it’s just sometimes you read some amazing things on here but I’ve never seen a headline with WordPress writer gets a movie and book deal. And don’t get me wrong WordPress isn’t the only writing platform that is set up in this particular way but I just feel like writers and writing has been thrown on a back burner to everything else and people don’t look at it that interested these days because it doesn’t appeal to them the way other things do.  But hey what do I know, all the things I’ve mentioned might be happening and I haven’t seen it and i’m just going off of assumptions but I’ve never heard someone say they’re reading WordPress and these are the blogs they’re following, these are the content creators they enjoy the most and to me that’s kinda sad. I mean the internet is so huge and limitless in this day and age. Then why is writing so so.


Where’s my Fifty Shades of Grey? I’m broke, shy and horny now more than ever. It would be a good sexual experience for a young woman venturing through this world, I mean you can see the title already “My Summer BDSM’ing”. It is so hot here this summer so with all the heat it would be interesting to feel all those activities combined with the heat. People have said that BDSM is not all lovey dovey and cute like how the movie and book portrays. However women are known to be able to tolerate anything from a man who’s rich and good-looking. So can I have a Christian, hold back on the Grey please?

No Title Midday Rant

Life is so fucking boring right now. If I’d known this was going to happen I would never have grown up. Just plain boring as shit. Let’s create some excitement or meditate or read some valuable information or watch a movie. Nah I’m gonna go to sleep. This would be a good time for the universe to throw me something big. Just putting it out there. I think I could get my full circle now. You know the rainbow at the end, not death. The good stuff they say will hit you. You get the bad and then there’s sunlight at last and something good happens. So yeah hit me universe in case you forgot or something.