I want to share as many stories as possible, not because I am doing any better or I am the best, or that my life is in any way perfect. I share my stories to encourage myself to be better and do better. Because it makes me feel good about myself, it gives me courage. When I go through the previous stories that I’ve shared I’m reminded that I did that before and I can do it again. And even better.
And frankly, I don’t think that’s such a bad thing.
You should share your stories too. We should all share our stories. Don’t be afraid or too intimidated to talk about your experience, your journey,your story. What made you?
Your voice is important. Speak. We are listening.
In the youth of our fury…Margaret Zhang.
Continue reading “I am in Love, guys.”
One day, as I was lying down in the early hours of the morning, listening to those sad songs and sobbing. My sister came into the room and said ‘Ugonna, we need to snap out of this’, How did she know what was going through my mind? So I wasn’t the only one. Continue reading “Ashes, And Dust (Final)”
I realised that the new year, new start, new me meant nothing when I listened to your many complaints about the pressure put on your by people to do the right thing almost every new year day.
Continue reading “Disillusion”
HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOO IMFYlites, someone is excited at the moment and that happens to be..??? ME!!!.
The GIF above rightly describes my current mood, except that mine is happening all in my mind as I happen to be spending my weekend indoors, as always :). But there is good news though as I would be sharing my current jam which i have been feeling for the past two weeks which is highly unlike me, as I easily get tired of songs after a short while. Continue reading “WHAT SONGS ARE YOU VIBING TO THIS WEEKEND?”
Visual Illustration (Photo Story) for PAUSED MOTIONS.
HEY IMFYlites. Another photo story for an upcoming talented photographer whom happens to be my friend. Hope you can relate and do let me know what you think.
Continue reading “STAR BOY.”
I love going to church.
I love stealing secret glances at him, with the corner of my eyes.
I don’t know if it feels right to juxtapose these two feelings but that is how I feel.
There is something unexplainable about it . Awkward feelings and emotions that makes it mysterious, and that makes me want more.
What are you scared of ?
Getting to a point in my life when I have to chase people to prove my love for them.