I’m going to start this by saying that I’m not really on the “Best Man” bandwagon. This is not to say that I don’t watch the film whenever it’s on TV, because I do and I’m pretty sure that I’ve seen it at least fifty times. Every time I hear “What You Want”, I have fond memories of the film, of…
D’Angelo: Spanish Joint
NOTHING BETTER THAN SHOWERING AND PUTTING ON A BIG TSHIRT AND GETTING INTO BED WITH CLEAN SHEETS LITERALLY NOTHING DON’T FIGHT ME ON THIS
I just moved to Lagos from Brooklyn, to work as a content manager for a lifestyle blog. The first few pages makes me extremely emotional on the Sunday I spend reading, and I burst into tears when Skyping with my parents, who of course, don’t understand why I’m upset.
I cringe when reading…
i think when i am away from home i do not know how to take pictures to document my journey. often in moments that i want to capture with my nikkon i wonder what image could depict emotions that never reveal themselves in a manner i can necessarily understand. i miss home yet i do not want to leave here. i am salsa dancing with my confusion of what to do with my life with a bright smile with teeth that my lips do not cover for five straight minutes. the longest smile i have had in months. i do not take pictures of my visit because i do not want to remember what i do not want to be a memory.
I want to act on my sadness. I want to recognize it, honor it and then paint over it with something new and translucent. Something that can be everything and clear and bright and fresh like the pomegranate seeds that crunch between my teeth while the tart juice slides down my needing throat. I want to stop making intentions that never keep, I want to be strong enough to fight through them, I am woman hear me roar, instead of echoes inside my head never pushing my hands to the keyboard or my voice to speak or my feet out of my torn and rotting and dirty house slippers. I want to look outside of my windows and open them and stand on my frosted roof and jump down into the pool beneath them, because I can, not should not would, but can. I want to press my head to the prayer mat and ask for guidance instead of only reciting surahs every night to quiet my neurosis and anxiety. I want to be better through my sadness, not in spite of it, but with it, moving me towards something with orange and blue like the walls in my room that mock me for not being what I painted.