for you, dear reader. — In 2017, I needed a space to just be, without feeling the close scrutiny of society. I was a teenager filled with existential angst, curiosity about the world, and heightened romantic and physical inclinations; and since ‘out of sight, out of mind’ rings truer for me than for most, I…

a letter by oluchukwu. Whenever I think of you, I think of standing under the sun after being drenched by the rain. That particular phenomenon has happened to me twice and on both occassions, I marveled at the ability of nature to cancel out its own misdoings. …

another year round the sun. — I seriously considered skipping this year’s letter because I do not believe the things I have to say are important. But if there’s something I have learnt over the years, it’s that I do not get to decide the worth or value of my words (and thoughts) to the reader…

as usual, i couldn’t think of a title. — today, i woke up tired. my eyelids are heavy, and my mouth is open in a constant yawn. but there are many many things to do in the world; many tasks to accomplish, so i must rise above. there is a job to attend to, there is food to be…

…and entanglements. — It’s been years since I lost you and I still linger by the doors we went through when you and I were one. For the first few months after you left, I recalled you in stunning detail but these days the memories are blurry. But even though the lens is…

Looking for little pockets of joy & holding on to them. — In a colonial kitchen, we discuss the dearth of creative architecture and the housing crisis in Lagos. All the houses now look the same! They don’t even have usable windows! What are these kitchens! They cost so much! We’re young and passionate about the state of things. This house is…

One last thing before we call it a year… — My 2022 resolution was to eat slowly. I failed (woefully, if I might add). In my defence; I tried to relax while eating quite a few times throughout the year, but my need for speed continued to override my desire to savour. That’s okay though, it’s a lifelong struggle. Marathon…

Customary end of year thing; it’s a bit lengthy, so take your time. — I. every day; when i wake up and draw in my first conscious breath, it is as though god has abandoned me. there are no joys. there is only sadness, darkness, and despair — a deep sad despairing night. i have sat to write to you many times since the last…

I just washed my feet. I took my time and scrubbed between the toes and the sides and soles—a really thorough job. After that, I wiped them with a towel; put some lotion on them, and then wore socks. I really enjoyed that. While I was running water over them…