Guest Post by Happiness Ogwamhenlu In a world that often feels transient and fast-paced, the feeling of home remains a constant, a refuge from the storms of life. No matter how far we roam, we yearn for that comforting feeling that comes from the presence of those we love. The…

The other day, my heart palpitations woke me up earlier than I wanted. Being the person I am, I hate waking up earlier than scheduled; it makes my mornings intolerable, and I become irritated. This mixture doesn’t make for a pleasant day, but when the beating in your chest wakes…

“Because losing someone isn’t instant, it happens every morning you wake up thinking of them, and every night you fall asleep missing their warmth. You will lose them over and over again until you are done with it. So admit to this, knowing it’s okay to leave someone you love.”…

What I am about to tell you is the truth, my love. I am a gifted writer; that will remain true until I take my last breath. I do not write daily and would not tell you a tall tale about some proverbial writing routine. I write to sieve through…

“You’ve been staring at that picture for a long time. Who is the fine young man?” “Firstly, why are you looking at my phone, and secondly, you should mind your business. Kilo feel?” “I would mind my business if we weren’t out here celebrating our friend Jessica, and you were…

One of my closest friends blocked me, and because I don’t know how to deal with loss, I’m writing about it. We’ve not spoken since the presidential election (no, this has nothing to do with Tinubu), but I often take a peek at all their social media pages to see…

I’m not sure if it’s spring yet, but winter’s chilling arms still wrap me at night and dawn. The streets aren’t busy with summer visitors yet, but I can feel them getting ready for the annual gathering of tourists. These people, they come and they go. It’s 9:06 pm. …

This piece is to the one whose affection I hold like a mug of hot cocoa on winter’s evening, hi. You know, when I first met you, I did not intend to fall for you as hard as I did. …

Where is home? Last night I couldn’t sleep. I spend the time with the moon tracing your face on my phone screen, wishing you were here. These nights are eulogies to a cellar filled with bottled emotions. A distillery no one would ever drink from again because when you left…