Authenticity and purpose
Working out has been an exercise in futility, Deji thinks to himself. Ha! Another pun, he chuckles out loudly. He has a bizarre knack of seeking out puns in day to day dialogue with himself and others. He knows he should be more upset but he just can’t. If anything, the whole thing seems laughable. … Continue reading Legs
Another sunny morning today in beautiful Metro Vancouver. My eyes are blood shot (again) as I look upon my reflection in the mirror. Drool and breast milk spots redesign the top of my pink PJ. As I wash my hands in the bathroom sink and walk over to the nursery to pick up my angel … Continue reading BOOK REVIEW: ‘The Secret Lives Of Baba Segi’s Wives’ and ‘Yinka, Where is Your Huzband?’
On January 28, 2021, I got the Photorefractive Keratectomy (PRK) laser eye surgery. A year later, I look back with ZERO regrets that I went ahead with the procedure. For a bit of fun facts, my previous PRK post was posted online on April 7, 2021. On April 17, 2021, I found out I was … Continue reading Update: One year after PRK laser eye surgery
It was the year 2003. The 14 year old me waited impatiently to hear the closing bell and head to Mr. Biggs, a then-famous-Nigerian restaurant, with my friend to buy what had become our favourite pastry. At the sound of the bell, we began the 12 minutes trek from our school to Mr. Biggs. As … Continue reading Always so close
Last week, I witnessed a young, overweight woman shyly walk into the gym as I worked out. It was obvious to even a blind man that she was absolutely terrified of being there. With slouched shoulders and her face to the ground, she slowly walked to the darkest corner of the gym, took a pair … Continue reading Gym jitters? You aren’t alone
"I was there the moment he cheated on me. I witnessed the very second he made the decision. Cheating bastard!"
I had made plans two weeks ago to visit the VanDusen Botanical gardens with another individual but last minute, my would-have-been companion couldn't make it. I had two choices: stay home or go out alone. I chose the latter and I am glad I did. Armed with my face mask and big bottle of sanitizer … Continue reading Date afternoon with myself
It's Fifi 