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My Mental Health Journey Pre- & With Christ
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I've written about this in the past, yet struggled to make this video when I knew He wanted me to share my mental health journey.
Saw a reflection of myself and Father's expectations in interactions with my nephew over the holidays.
Here, sharing about the most challenging part of my faith walk in 2018 and the beauty of seeing God as my biggest gift in the process.
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At first, Paris is stinking metro and constant hand wipes in panic. Then, Paris is thousands of bodies walking slowly along the Champs Elysees.
One morning, from my sleep I can hear birds chirping, and it is so clear it feels like they’re flying above my head, cartoon-style.
Our first apartment sat on the cross of Onipan and Ilupeju. We were wide-eyed pretend-adults struggling to have money left at the end of the month.
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I’m sitting on the cold floor of a hotel room in a strange town, crying. I’ve finally figured out why I came here. It wasn’t for solitude, as I had convinced myself and told my sisters when I left Lagos; it was because I was running from the loneliness.
As it speeds off, you stare out the window at the bridge snaking overhead. You remember the stories your mom told of a time when that bridge—the Third Mainland Bridge—and not the underwater train was the major link between the Mainland and the Island.
At a time when I often found myself tongue tied and unsure of myself, she was what I wanted to be—self-assured and stubborn enough to stand her ground when it came to making decisions that were not necessarily understood by others.