An Ode to Virtue “Before tragedy, we have a million dreams, and after, there is only one.” There is something cruel about ordinary days. They never announce themselves as the last. The last greeting. The last laugh. The last meeting. The last phone call. The last “See you tomorrow.” They arrive disguised as routine, wrapped in familiarity, and before we know it, they have quietly become memories...
People treat every small lie like it’s a big deal. “I’m fine.” “You look great.” “Sorry, I’ve just been busy.” We act like these little lies are just as bad as the big ones. But at the same time, the big lies — the ones that really hurt someone — often get ignored. That’s the wrong way round. Not all lies are the same. Telling a friend you like their new haircut, when you don’t, hurts no one...
“Physicists will tell you the fifth dimension folds space. What they don’t say is that you have already been there. You just called it something else , a feeling that wouldn’t leave, a moment that kept returning, a frequency you couldn’t explain but somehow always recognized. You were never only moving through time. Time was moving through you. This is a story about...
Violence might not be the answer; but it is always an answer Yesterday might have been one of the few days I said the most prayer while zoned out. My eyes caught the speedometer, already 3 digits, something is missing. Where is it? What the hell? How come? No! no! no! Moving at such speed means braking distance is never your friend. I watched… passing 6, 9, more meters before the bike came to a...
Some scars don’t look like scars. They don’t always sit on the skin or show up in obvious ways. Some show up in how we go quiet when we are overwhelmed. Some show up in the way we laugh a little too quickly so nobody asks the next question. Some show up in how we keep moving like nothing happened, even when something did. And the truth is, most people are walking around with them. Not everything...
Home has never been just one place. For some people, it’s a house with a gate and a familiar street. For me, home shifts. It moves. It glows from a screen at 2 a.m. It buzzes inside a WhatsApp group chat where laughter and voice notes feel like family. It lives in my little brother’s narrow shoulders, not broad, not strong in the traditional sense, but steady, warm, and familiar with shared...
“Vires acquirit eundo.” We gather strength as we go. From the heights of timelessness, where the dust of moments settles and the chaos of life arranges itself into gentle symmetry, there exists a story. Not of a god, nor of a prophet, but of a young wanderer—a hero. One among millions. The kind who moves through life not in straight lines, but in spirals, returning again and again to the same...
I am not sure how to start, because it feels like one of those stories that should start with “Once upon a time” simply because it’s been a really long time since I came here. And if you’re reading this, in 2026 you might have noticed the silence in 2025. The past year felt like it went on for a very long time, a long time of not using my brain to make full use of my heart. Exactly...
It was my first time leaving the northern part of Nigeria. All it took was a random call from a childhood friend. “What’s up, bro?” he said. “The lady I work for needs extra hands at her store, and I couldn’t think of a better partner than you. Are you game?” Although I had always wanted to visit Lagos, my idea of the city was shaped mainly by Nigerian movies—flashy scenes, fast lives, endless...
If there’s anything life has consistently taught me, it’s this: no matter how strong, intelligent, or prepared you think you are, some days will still humble you. And that’s okay. I have had days when everything aligned perfectly, work flowed smoothly, conversations were light, and ideas came with ease. Those are the days you almost feel like life is giving you a gentle pat on the back...