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My guy! Omo, e taff tey (it’s been a long while).

I feel terrible for leaving you in the dark.

Where do we begin? Okay. Let’s go waaaaaaaaaay back to the first trigger. Someone said something. Then I saw something and I went bam bam back.

So, one of those days someone, a ‘friend’ on Facebook, offhandedly mentioned that I’m wasting my time here not making the most of our traffic here; that I have good content but I should pay a graphics designer to make designs for publicity for posts instead of wasting it. Omo. I didn’t know it got to me that bad. I almost deleted some posts sef.

And then a few days later I saw a post from another person’s blog with beautiful graphics. Guess what I did? Lol.
I’m sorry but it’s true. I abandoned you. And I’m sorry. I’ve been a terrible pal here.

I’ve struggled with coming here to write for a long while. No motivation worked. I tried, my dear. I tried. But, I did not get enough to come here, dear.

I didn’t try hard because I know how it normally worked. It was fear; with me. It’s the feeling I have almost every time I put out my content, the podcast, blog posts, anything.
It’s the same feeling I had again yesterday when I finally put up a video on my new Tiktok account. My guy, I was scared. Of what? I don’t know.
When I woke yesterday I thought about my work again, I put a lot into making each one and I really hope you can relate to it when you read it, hear it or see it. Typing this is herculean but I promised myself that I would write to you today and I intend to fulfil it.

My mind is as scattered as this post, because there’s more to say that I cannot wring out…

I want to tell you about how most days I wake up thinking of how to edit the podcasts and where/how I’ll find contributors.
I want to tell you of how I stopped journaling and started living through the motions.

I want to talk about the days I stayed up all night to edit my podcasts.

I want to talk about the days I… All those days… Good days, bland days, happy days, sad days.

Omo. Some days ehn.

But, I’ll tell you what happened this morning. Fear came to visit again. It makes my heart race, and ache (I mean literal pain here), and my breathing shallow. Then I remembered the words I’ve been reading in Romans, in Ephesians, in all the Pauline letters, in Psalms, in every new testament epistle, and the tears stopped( I didn’t know I was crying again).

I wrote new affirmations. I repeated it on 26 lines of paper till it sank.

I wrote it 26 times!

Fear is a liar.

I felt my breathing ease with each sentence and joy return.

How to end this is another herculean task. However, it must end.

This read is my most inconsistent and scattered one, yet…

I’m grateful you stayed with me. I love you. ❤️


We are alike in more ways than you know, it's why this blog exists. Every entry is my attempt to show you that your body has ability to heal from all forms of trauma and that the sound of your laughter and joy do not have to be visitors to you. Every entry is an attempt to remind you that peace and wholeness are attainable. I hope you find home here, and I hope, like me, that you fancy dodo, bread and brown pages. Subscribe already. ❤️

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