I saw a celebratory dance move a friend posted on his social media status and he captioned it “after a serious heartbreak that left me introverted for 2 months”. I responded with a laughing emoji knowing he was well over it. But it made me think or all those love we’ve had that ended. How did we survive them? Well, the end of one love is the beginning of another. When love dies, another love grows. This line of thought made me ponder the age-old question, what is love? And for the first time in my introspective journey, I arrived at an unusual answer, love is a person. I was…

Dear Future Husband, I once read in a book that the people we meet at the wrong time are actually the wrong people and the right people are timeless. Looking back on all the people I have met, I realized I just haven’t met you yet. But I am so looking forward to the day when we’ll meet. I wonder if ours will be an instant attraction or a love at first sight as they call it. There are so many questions I want to ask you. Do you believe in fate? Do you believe if two people are destined for each other they will be together come what may?…

It’s that time of the year again, when leaves fall and day quickly turns into night. When we don our hats and coats in anticipation of the frosty winter air. No season reminds one of loneliness or love like the holiday season. That’s the curse and beauty of it. It’s that time of the year again, when driven by the evenning chills we long to cuddle in the arms of the one who gives us warmth, and let the reassuring heat of their soothing presence send the harsh wintry cold away. It’s that time of the year again when we long to love and be loved. When we gosh and…

On my usual train ride back home from lectures two nights ago, I reflected on the events of the week. I was seated at my favorite spot near a window, so it was easy for my mind to wander peacefully. I love looking into the pitch black tunnel. Some times, quick flashes of light streaks across my vision as the train quickly advances through the tunnel. Looking out the lexan window makes me feel I’m all alone in a world of my own, my cocoon. I momentarily forget about the other commuters sojourning to their various destinations. I plug in my earpiece to my favorite afrobeats and let the sound…