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...
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...
As I sit on the chaise lounge wondering, what am I doing with my life? 40 with no kids, no wife, not even a job!!! Therapist: Mr CK are you there? Me: Ehn therapist, honestly, I am not here for you to sweet talk me oh. What kind of life is this? I was dealing with severe anxiety to the point and my family recommended Mrs. Nalia after my last episode, I had been having episodes for over two years...