Sometimes I feel like I found it

But then I start feeling lost again

And I want to run

Just to breath



To feel welcome


But I guess I have to keep looking

Until I find it

Because for now

I feel Misunderstood


What do you ache for?

“It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for – and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool – for love – for your dreams – for the adventure of being alive.”

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Unrequited Love

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Chapter- Album by Yuna

Sometimes you find yourself trying to let go of something
But it’s like you have been swimming in the ocean
For a very very long time
And you feel like you belong there
You are one with the waves
The warmth of the water
And your body moves in sync with the ocean
And you swim around just trying to stay afloat
Then you get tired and you start to drown
And you swim back to land
When you get there you just feel so heavy
Because you lost touch with gravity for so long
And you collapse on the beach
As you try to find balance again
And then your feet finds gravity
You stand up and you look at the horizon one last time
And just know that no matter how beautiful the sea was
And how good it made you feel it was never yours for you to keep
And someday’s you will miss it, you know
And you feel yourself moving with the waves
And you dream of diving in
Then you realize your feet was meant for land
And not cut out for the ocean
Maybe you’re meant to climb trees
Or hike hills or just run really fast
Letting go is not easy
There is nothing quite like swimming in the ocean
Just like how it’s natural for your feet to find gravity
It’s natural for you to let go
And find your true purpose in life again
The sea is the sea
And you are just you
I have to let go
But sometimes I find myself waking up at the beach again

Song: Unrequited Love by Yuna
Credits go to Yuna the Artist

Beauty Of The Mind


I feel like am preparing for battle
My armour is not strong enough
For this i will lose
My mind tells me different
That I can come up from within
I shall concur it all
Maybe focus on the now
Strengthen this part of my spirit
Perhaps a win against my greatest foe?

Things That Make Us Human


Thing I love most  about meeting and interacting with new cultures is that you get to interact with stereotypes and cancel them out like asap. We judge people based on what we believe in and they judge us based on what they believe in. The beauty of life is that we are all different and our differences make life spicy and interesting. It really sounds cliché but I don’t think most of us really internalise it.


Quiyi and Felix in Maasai Mara, Kenya

I had the pleasure of meeting this two lovely souls from China who study in Germany and I found myself saying eywwww countless times when they repeated that they eat dogs and cats. What touched me most was when Felix said ‘people hate Chinese people because of this’. It made me a little sad because we judge other humans too much just because they are not accustomed to what we do. Not so many people eat dogs in China anyway and there is nothing wrong for the few who eat them. There are things that we do as Africans as well that seem super weird to Europeans or other people and vice versa but that’s just who and how we are. I think we need to learn how to judge less and empathise with other cultures.



Me and Qiuyi 

My take away from meeting Qiuyi and Felix is that you can learn so much from people when you lay down all judgements. Life becomes so easy, enjoyable and peaceful. There are no superficial barriers, just two humans telling each other things. Things that make us human.

Fall for You


Photo courtesy of Black Panther


I dont know if its the mirrors in my house

They lie

That am this African goddess

Every part of me oozes

Sometimes i like believing this little lies

That i can be black and beautiful

Even when am pushing down

To get them abs

Or dancing to Davido

Or sometimes when am oiling my braids

I think i love the lies

At least they seem real in my eyes

And I like the mirror’s perception too

A little back

The struggle was real

To accept that i was beautiful

In the midst of this faces

with silky hair, lean

I have come to love my curves

The big shape that shapes my forehead

I just dont want to turn heads anymore

For somewhere deep

I know i can turn my own head

And i love every dark part of me