“Mama! Mama! Could you please turn on the fan in my room? Just getting some cold Evian from the fridge. Please and thank you.” E.J bellowed, whilst wiping the droplets of sweat from her forehead. She parked her Whill C2 electric wheelchair in front of the ice box and grabbed the bottle of water from... Continue Reading →
This is Part One of a love/friendship story. I hope you enjoy reading about the tales of Shay and Dele.
Someone bought me a Mindfulness Journal earlier this year. Now, I know that people out there think mindfulness is this New-Agey practice that does not do a thing. I am here to tell you, that you are wrong. Everyday there are these clever writing prompts that focus on different things. For instance, today's prompt asked... Continue Reading →
A lot of stuff has happened since the last time I graced you with my presence. London is no more. A townhouse in Lagos is my new domicile. I ended my time as a blogger for a while but the biggest news of all is (drumroll, please...) I have a boyfriend! Exciting, I know! We... Continue Reading →
"I think a lap is an illusion," Ejurewa said, with gusto. "What?!" Kevwe replied, with a bizzaro look of confusion etched upon her face. "Explain." "Think about it. When you're seated, it's there and when you're standing, it's nowhere to be found. So...it never was," Ejurewa explained in a matter-of-fact tone. "Where the hell do... Continue Reading →
My premiere boxing lesson was beyond intense. Thirty minutes had just gone by in no time at all. The unmistakably loud rumble of my stomach announced to the outside world that it was chow time. Taking off the black Everlast boxing gloves slowly, clenching and unclenching my fists, as the muscles were aching. The wraps... Continue Reading →
Wheelchair Girl 