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While it’s a month later, I just want to start by saying, “Happy New Year Everyone!” I started this year reflective. 2024 was a year of transition for me; professionally and personally - and while navigating that as gracefully as I could, I felt that there was a lot to unpack and a lot to learn from.
How to begin? I have found that the beginning of each new chapter in my life is precipitated by an event, or a series of events that either challenge a belief, or an innate response seasons with similar themes or exposes an area that requires healing. What has been redundant, (annoyingly so), in each chapter of my life since the age of 22 was the theme of trust
I am quite baffled at myself, that it has been over three years since I last wrote a style blog post. In the spirit of full transparency, I became quite self-conscious when talking about style because, for the most part, I didn’t feel well-versed enough to discuss it with confidence.
A space where the announcement doesn’t match the timing.
Where there is the tantalizing of your expectations, but a discord in your reality.
Where faith clashes with trust and fear; and sadly in the early moments of the wait fear tends to win
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve also gotten bolder in trying new things on my own. Going to Bali last year, wasn’t as crazy as moving to an entire continent on my own, but came in close. It wasn’t until I booked my flight a couple of weeks before leaving, did this once-theoretical plan become a reality..
I wonder if it’s the lack of perspective that is the killer of hope. To be fair, it’s hard to have hope, trust, or faith in someone you don’t see. It is especially difficult when your current experiences continually assault your mind with discouragement. When disappointment, pain, or struggle seems to be the soundtrack of each month.
Can faith and doubt co-exist?
We are taught to have faith but what happens if you have doubts?
I know that there is power in what I confess with my tongue but how do I express my doubt while having faith?
Hi. Time has long passed since I sat behind my computer to write on this platform. I could attempt to explain my absence from this space, and will, with time.
If I can capture the essence of my gratitude in a melody,
May I never stop singing the song that transcribes it.
If the words “thank you” was enough to translate the
Depth of my appreciation for you,
May I never stop saying it.
I enter this new year with nothing but that. Gratitude.
It definitely has been a strange couple of weeks for me. I don’t know if anyone else is feeling like this, but lately, I’ve been going in and out of feeling overwhelmed. The feeling is not necessarily predicated on specific events, but it’s a combination of everything.
Hello, stranger! How have you been? I am so glad you have decided to tune in to my little corner!
Can I just start by saying that it took me 3 weeks to name this blog post? For those of you who appreciated my pun, I salute you! They were really bad ones, like “Orange you glad I wore a jumpsuit?” Cue the crickets…
“If the “one” is out there, grant me: focus to see him, strength to receive him, confidence that breeds joy, vulnerability to confide, wisdom to hush my fears, courage to believe, patience to make it perfect, forgiveness for when it’s real and faith it’s all making me better. ~Sarah Jakes Roberts~”
I wrote this back in June, at the apex of the black lives matter movement. I was hurt, frustrated with the silence, but inspired to utilize the tools I had to highlight an issue that has had an impact on my identity. I’ve discovered that the best way I know how to express myself is with a pen. This was a penned letter to myself on my 24th birthday.
When I was 12, I went back to Nigeria for a year. During my time in Nigeria, the transition back had a major impact on my skin. I quickly began to react and develop boils (abscesses) all over my body and the worse assault was on my legs. This was also worsening by the fact that mosquitoes loved my body and back then insect repellent was not a thing.
Do I trust myself? No. No, I don’t. I am also not ready to trust another Not, here. Not in this space. Not yet. Am I? Not sure.
First-year of university started like most things start, a mess. By then, I was certain of my decision to pursue medicine, which made me hyper-aware of my grades. To me, every mark, no matter how small, had to be excellent. I spent most of my first year terrified of exams and uncertain about my ability to succeed academically.
I still remember sitting at the desktop in my house, mindlessly filling out an application for the nursing program at the University of Regina. I don’t know if it was frustration, or just the genuine lack of interest or excitement to become a university student that fall, but close to the end, I decided that I didn’t want to go to University that year, but I wanted to take the year off.
I have had a lot of spare time to reflect in this season and although I would love to delegate most of my time to my studies, that decision would not be without motive. When confronted with a season that makes me uncomfortable (which honestly at this stage is every season), what usually happens is I begin to overcompensate.
