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There Is A Life Calling Out My Name, I Want To Live It.
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There Is A Life Calling Out My Name, I Want To Live It.

Someone recently reached out and asked me to share an article I published years ago. I was so stunned, that work I produced so many years back, (6 years ago to be precise), would still be on someone’s mind. So I looked through my old blog, recovered the piece and shared it with them. Then, I read it again myself. 6 years later. I realize I have always been the same girl, at the core of me. I don’t know how to feel about this. There are aspects that change, grow, fade away even. But I guess our innate selves, our very souls, never do. I share this piece again, this time with you. I remember proudly the girl I was when I wrote it. I just wish I could have the courage today, that that Lovine of 2016 had. …………………………… There Is A Life Calling Out My Name, I Want To Live It. I qu...
Taking Stock: March 2021
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Taking Stock: March 2021

Hey! I feel like I should say happy new month but heh. What is this speed that 2021 is flying with? Wasn’t it just January the other day? No, like seriously. Have you guys NOTICED? Isn’t it crazy?! It is like we’re on some snow piercer and have to move at a certain speed to stay alive. Anyway, you’re well? I’ve been reading a couple of blogs (yes I still read those) and saw this dope list Abby had created for Taking Stock in February. I loved that it wasn’t the usual what are you drinking and did you just fart questions, so here I am trying my hand at it 😁. ….. What are you pursuing? Stability. Especially in finances. I don’t think anything else causes me so much turbulence and worry as trying to balance this out. Currently pursuing different sources of income, which is qu...
Where to, From Here?
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Where to, From Here?

Happy New Year! Yuuh! I’ve been putting off writing this article, but if we go beyond January I will definitely not write it so, here we are!   Let’s first take a moment to wish me a belated happy birthday! January 10th is the day this awesomeness landed in this chaotic space called dunia (damn Lovine, are you in high school writing those dedix notes!). I am now in my late 20s, sort of- a reality that petrifies me. I tell myself surely the longer people live, the older they grow. It happens naturally. It is beyond us all. It is what it is. But I don’t like that it is so here we are. I am a first born, and a Capricorn, and an INFP- T, so you can imagine the millions of internal crises I face daily, wondering if my existence has been worth it so far. If I really have purpose....
The Fire in My Belly
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The Fire in My Belly

I am quite off- in the sense that I can tell that I’ve been holding in so much tension, borderline anger, and it is all threatening to explode. I am not happy about a couple of things, and I feel like I brush away so many things when they happen, and imagine I have moved on, when I really haven’t. It all settles somewhere in the pits of my tummy, or my heart, and when triggered, I can feel it all threatening to spill over. In the past I have been quite an easily irritable person. But over time, I learnt to yes, get irritated (I really have no control over that) but not deal with things. Brush them off and move on. I thought this is what growing up means. And it is growing up, I mean choosing your battles and all. But I also realize sometimes your irritants take it as a go-ahead to ...
I had a Baby in July!
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I had a Baby in July!

It almost feels like it was so sudden, yet it wasn’t! See, a child is not something you miraculously have in 24 hours if you were not pregnant before, unless made possible by some divine spirit. My baby feels like it was so sudden because after months of seriously considering it, I woke up one morning and went in! July 10th 2020. Alovo Communications in the labour room. I said ‘you know what? Damn it. I am doing this. It is now or never’. Submitting my application and praying and hoping I receive a response in the affirmative. July 13th 2020. Alovo Communications was born. Confirmation of registration. Announcement to my circles. Company branding. Excitement. Ecstasy. But above all, Gratitude. In the midst of a pandemic, it happened. In the midst of all the chaos and uncer...
Ah. This Life of No Absolutes!
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Ah. This Life of No Absolutes!

One of my high school classmates recently created a WhatsApp group and virtually brought us all together. This must have been the 100th attempt made by different parties since we left high school about 10 years ago. As years fly by, the initial excitement people had over WhatsApp, and other social media is slowly fading away. Especially amongst us millennials. I mean, we are the pioneers of social media, it only makes sense that at some point we will be fed up and want out. In 2020, it is almost criminal adding someone to a WhatsApp group without their permission. And I love that WhatsApp heard our cries and put in measures to ensure only a particular cadre of people can perform this atrocious act.   Anyway, this post is not about WhatsApp, but about a conversation we were hav...
The Art of Giving to Yourself
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The Art of Giving to Yourself

I was eavesdropping on a conversation recently, and one of the two ladies was talking about a new set of bedsheets she’d bought herself. ‘At least I buy something that is just for me. Something I don’t have to share with anyone’. From their conversation, I gathered that the speaker shared a house with family, and was probably one of the key breadwinners. She looked young, and not badly off financially, considering where they were shopping. So I wondered, why is she never getting anything for herself, really? Let me tell you a story. I have lived a big part of my life feeling indebted to people. And this is only fair, considering I have been under the care of the larger family since my parents rested. I have had an okay life, I would say. So naturally, the moment I got my first job,...
Of Matatus and Why I Want Out!
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Of Matatus and Why I Want Out!

Yoo! I am tired. I am done. Public transport in this country is not for me. I have reached the end, a point of no return. That thing they say where ati if you profess something enough times you increase its chances of becoming reality? I hereby profess, as I have done so many times in the past. Whispered, prayed, shouted, chanted, and now, writing it down. Dear Gods that hear chants and make dreams come true, please bring a car my way. Because a girl is mad exhausted. If you use public transport in this country, then I am sure you have cried out for similar blessings. Matatus are not what you’d rather board daily. The whole experience is shady, save for the fact that they get you from one place to another. They are inconvenient. Dirty. Loud. Dangerous. Expensive. Unsanitary especia...
On Father’s Day, and The Dilemma That is Our Fathers
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On Father’s Day, and The Dilemma That is Our Fathers

This post is not late, because it was not meant to be posted on Father’s Day. One, because I wanted to spend the day observing what people say of their dad on this day, and two, because I didn’t want to rain on y’alls fathers’ parade with my musings. Alas, this year’s Father’s Day was no different, social media was awash with a mixture of emotions. Almost a perfect balance of the positive and negative. Interesting because on Mother’s Day, we see very minimal posts castigating the moms. Is it because our moms are generally better humans? Is it because most often than not the parent that stayed was the mother? Is it that the parent who listened, who cared, who advised and held us in their arms is our mum? Is it because the parent who did the actual parenting is our mother? You tell m...
Who Am I?
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Who Am I?

If you are a millennial, then you must be familiar with Jackie Chan movies, and the craze period where ALL of us were going bonkers over Uncle Jackie. I am sure it happened to us at different stages (considering the first millennials were born about 10 years before the last batch). But we were in it together, imitating his kicks and tricks from the films. Add in Mr. Bean' (ah- I want to go back and watch him all over again!), and the notorious Naija ones where the villains were turned into dogs like in Suicide Mission (In fact I remember it was unrepentant Monique who was turned into a dog 😂). Was it in The Price that the pastor showered and turned blind, after his wife put juju in the soap? Ha. Interesting times, these were. The title of this article is inspired by Jackie Chan’s c...