I can't adequate describe how I felt in that moment. My Nigerian JS2 (year 8) classmate had just assigned this insult to me and honestly, I don't remember much of the events before. I only remember the rage, the sweat on my brow, the tears in my eyes and my clenched fist as I contemplated striking my classmate with everything I had.
'I am not my hair, I am not this skin I am not your ex-pec-tations no no I am not my hair, I am not this skin I am a soul that lives within' - India.Arie During a recent holiday to Portugal, I was relaxing with my girlfriend and naturally, she decided to braid my … Continue reading Unprofessional.
I love Chance the Rapper. I won't lie, I'm not a day one fan or anything. I was introduced to his music by a good friend and my first memory of his isn't even musical. I remember watching an interview he had on the Breakfast Club where he was being grilled by Charlamagne Tha god on … Continue reading In appreciation of Chance the Rapper
(Should I say welcome or hi, awkward moments online) Hi So, it seems like everyone and their cat and brother’s girlfriend’s little cousin has a blog so I have decided to join the blogosphere. I’ll walk you through my thought process because as an engineer I have been conditioned to show my working for full … Continue reading Opening salvo