One. If you crossed your arms right now, you’ll realize there is a natural tendency to have either the right or left palm on top of your biceps. Doing it the other way will make you feel uncomfortable. Two. If you crossed your legs right now, you’ll notice an instinctive action towards either the left…
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Day #16: Playing Guitar
I was 11 when I saw my classmate Mark play the guitar. He held that instrument like a jewel. He strummed it with the innocent right hand of a child. His fingers were like rubber when he pressed them against the strings. I’d drool at how he played those chords. Mark would lead us to…
Day #14: Gifts and Ideas
We’ve got to understand why we are giving a gift. Is it to celebrate something? Is it to honor an occasion? Is it to appreciate someone? Is it to show love? Is it to build friendship? Is it to make someone happy? Is it to apologize? Is it to surprise the recipient? Is it to…
Day #8: How You Lose Him
He says you’re a good for nothing chic. He calls you a blood sucking daughter of a female dog. You’re an ingrate, he says. You can’t be trusted. You are unbelievable. How dare you? He asks. You played with my heart, he says. You sigh. He wears a look of disgust and disappointment. This is…
Day six of social distancing
I did a 30-minute cadio workout this morning. Scissor steps, Skaters, Jumping Jacks and Pop squats. The idea came from a phone call I had last night. That work out drained the energy out of my skin. I’ll continue with it tomorrow. Then I cooked. I made honey glazed boneless chicken and what Nigerians called…
Day Five of Social Distancing
The days will start like other previous workdays. But there will be a twist. You’ll wake up at 7:50am, turn your lights on, do 45 pushups, enter the bathroom and do the things people do in bathrooms. You’ll draw your curtains and open the window. You’ll brew your morning coffee and have it with Swedish…
Salsa Bae
This one started with a tweet. I saw it last Saturday evening. I’d returned from two days of idyllic views. I’d seen the Alps with clouds of white coating covering the rocks. I’d seen trees blooming high up the mountains. They stood in resistance to the cold and paraded their greenery to whoever cared to…
Kiss from the Muse
Dear Good People, It is with a mildly heavy heart that I announce this post will most likely be rugged with no defined plot. I take responsibility for it. I was distracted by a girl. She shot me off tangent when I should’ve been drafting my story. Then I got glued on to that rectangular…
My Place and Random Thoughts
I moved in to a new apartment last weekend. It’s a studio. That’s a sexy name for a bed-sitter. Truth is, it’s bigger than the bed-sitter you might have seen back home. I’ll take this new place any day over the hotel room I stayed in for the first three weeks of this month. I…
Thirty
You’ll wake up on your 30th birthday in a hotel room. It’s a Bed and Breakfast lodging close to the Central Station. You’ll reach for the switch and turn on your bedside lamp. Your white sheets and duvet will bounce the light around the room. You’ll squint, stretch your arms and let out a morning…