Mr. Don’t Lie to me

So this story, this story is the story I’m most ashamed to share. It’s a bit of a confession too but the person that owns the confession won’t read it anyway, because he doesn’t read anything I write. That’s good…? I met Emeka online, on a dating app. One of the question prompts on my

Bookish: Reminders of Him

Look, I actually have no words but alas! I have to find some. So I was able to finish this book in a day, while doing whatever else I had to do because I simply could not stop! It was so intoxicating. From the very first page to the last one. I read another book,

Bookish: The Love Hypothesis

PhD student, Olive, ends up fake dating a professor so her BFF feels comfortable dating her ex boyfriend and actually believing that Olive has moved on. That is really the entire plot. I was halfway through the book and I was feeling a bit off, like shouldn’t more be happening? It felt like there were

My First Love (IV)

Kisses and Confrontations. I didn’t tell my girlfriends. I was by no means a popular girl but I had a few close friends. I was however, determined to make sure this relationship stayed private and so I didn’t tell them. Not until the kiss at least. After break time on Fridays we usually had social

Bookish: Song of Achilles

I was worried when this book didn’t immediately start with the introduction of Achilles because I had never heard of Patroclus. The worry was mostly that we’d be told the story of Achilles as outsiders because our protagonist was merely looking in. Well, I was pleasantly surprised as the story went on. This story followed

Song of Achilles

Drinks and back home.

*Contains sexual/adult content. At the start of the evening, I hadn’t anticipated it ending this way. How could I have? I had expected to go out, have a few drinks, say a few Heys and be on my way, but no. I had gone out quite alright, I’d had the drinks, I’d said the Heys

Living in the Moment.

Living in the moment. It’s funny that this is the title that I’m eventually going with seeing as I’m doing anything but that. It was my birthday recently (Whoop-de-f*cking-doo), and I spent the entire day indoors, avoiding birthday wishes. In retrospect, I was quite extra with the avoidance tactics but that’s a story for another

Bookish: Butter Honey Pig Bread

I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book. This could have been because they talked about food a lot, it was a major theme in the story in fact, or maybe because on several levels I understood what the sisters were going through seeing as I have a sister myself. Kambirinachi (her name kept making me think

Simple Pleasures

The smell of rain on the dry earth, Petrichor. Feet up with a good book. Long walks on a cool evening. Long conversations with my mom, seated outside, under the moonlight. The many smells of perfumes, fascinating. The sounds of my favorite artistes, singing to me. Because they love me, duh. The feel of clean