In 2022, I was living with a friend, and I noticed something really strange: he didn't call his parents. It was weird because I call my mom like three or four times a week, which feels normal to me. 

To him, however, it was okay to talk to his parents only every now and then. So, I made it my life's work to get him to call them once a week and boy, was it a war! But we made progress. 

After a few months, he started calling them regularly. He later went on to thank me in 2024, saying he had remained consistent and that it had helped his relationship with his parents immensely.

Sometimes, the excuses for why we don't call our folks are numerous and seem reasonable. But the truth is, we don't have as much time as we think we do (our parents will live long, IJN Amen!), because all we have is now. You should make it count as much as you can.

So, consider this your call to action: call your folks often. Whether it's once a week or five times a week, pick up that phone. Call them and tell them how much you love them and how glad you are that they're in your life.

P.S. Sorry I didn't show up last week; I wasn't inspired to write anything and decided to let it be.

Yesterday, I struggled all day to write a post. At some point, I decided to stop because the essence of this blog is to write freely and openly.

But then, while I was listening to music, "I Got My Smile Back" by Stormzy played. It was the first time I’d heard the song, and it triggered something in me. I instantly remembered that I am actually happy.

Remember the trip that I took? Well, it turned out to be more fun than I could possibly have imagined. From my host being an incredibly kind person to his friend who came over—we immediately clicked as if we’d known each other for years.

It was a journey I let go, so I could fight for something more important. To think that’s what would happen is funny.

I’ll try to give details of this trip in the following weeks, but for now, I'm going to enjoy every bit of this smile I got back.

It's been almost a month since I left Twitter, and mehn, it has been a funny experience. I honestly thought I'd miss it (I do, a little), but it turns out that I'm pretty chill. 

Even if I'm eager to go back, I'm still enjoying the fact that I don't have to deal with all those "men vs. women" arguments that became the norm—it can be exhausting real quick.

I feel like we should constantly take time away from social media and connect with our people offline. It helps a lot with your human experience.

Always remember: you're not missing out on anything on the internet whenever you're absent.

Leaving the shores of the Port Harcourt, it finally dawned on me: I am actually doing this.

This is the trip I had envisioned all year long. The one I planned in my head a million times since January. Yet, as the bus left PH, the initial motivation had vanished a long time ago but something new surfaced.

Now, this journey isn’t about the original plan. It’s about exploration. It’s about fighting for something I hold dear. The past few weeks have been… a lot.

But when I arrived at my destination, it all made sense.

I am here for the change of environment I so desperately needed. I am here for the fun I meticulously envisioned. I am here for the friends I’ve been longing to see. I am here for the places I am hungry to explore.

This new motivation—this clarity—is what I will hold onto. It makes so much sense.

I’ll write more about this experience as I live it.

I once posted a video of myself dancing to a Yoruba song, and someone asked me if I understood the lyrics. I didn't. But the music made me feel good, and that was enough. 

It made me realize how many people miss out on incredible music simply because they don't understand the language.

So many songs I've come to love are ones I never bothered to translate. I heard them, fell in love with the sound, and that was that. For some, music has a deep, narrative meaning. For others, it's just about the vibes.

I have my "vibe" songs and my "rhythm" songs. Lately, I've had the Indian track "Andha Kanna Paathaakaa" on repeat. I have no idea what the words mean, but I am completely captivated by its rhythm.

As someone who gets bored easily and rarely listens to music for long, the feeling a song evokes is everything. The point is, we should give ourselves permission to enjoy music purely for its sound for its rhythm and its vibes regardless of the language it's sung in.

Ps: this article title is Ai generated, how cool is that? 😂