It has taken me over two years to get this point where I have decided writing is worth some sort of commitment. The reason for this is beyond anyone’s understanding, even mine. What matters is that we are here.
Regardless of how unpolished the words may spew, how undeserving I feel they are, I need to get over the fear of recognising and sitting with some sort of mediocrity on my part.
My Medium is going to be divided into six main categories:
[Click on each title to access the category list!]
These are monthly pieces that explore…
Growing up in a typical Nigerian household, with a sibling, it never crossed my mind that it was possible to have your own space.
When I was a kid, I shared a room with my brother. When he left for secondary school, it was random children and aunties who came and left my house, it was my best friend when her sister got in a plane crash. When we moved houses, I was promised that I would have my own room, finally. My room was a bubblegum pink, much bigger than my brother’s room which was an azure blue, tucked…
Before I begin this article, I want to propose a world where we start asking more questions, and creating thought exercises where people are guided towards answering the questions for themselves.
Life isn’t as polished as a 5-step process. We write to allow ourselves do the hard work of thinking, dreaming, and drawing our own conclusions based on our own experiences and contexts. Sometimes we should also create space for our readers to do the same.
For that reason, today I’m going to throw out a couple of questions, throw out my reasoning, and ask for your own perspectives.
On existing authentically on the internet.
This is so interesting.
I've deleted all my personal social media , so I have no real way for people outside of Medium to know that I've written something. Even within Medium, I don't post often enough to be at the forefront of anyone's mind yet.
A friend reminded me that some of the best writers are virtually unknown and good writing will be found regardless. …
‘There are many parts of the world that are pretty and it does get better, I’m sorry life has rejected you.’
In 2014 or thereabout, I answered a question on Quora titled, ‘What can I do to stop my mother from hugging me?’ It was the first question I had ever answered on the platform and I was so confused at this question from a 16-year-old.
At the time, I was only able to spend holidays with my family, and I would go months and even up to a year without seeing them for various reasons, and it had been…
The smell of coffee and cigarettes takes me back to Dubai in the late 2000s.
When I was a kid, we were fortunate enough to be avid travellers. On two trips to Dubai, we stayed in this particular apartment, just a few blocks from a mall. It was a comfortable place; the staff were kind and we had access to everything we needed. I remember the little car park in front, the beige walls of the reception and very vividly turning my nose up at how strong the ‘coffee and cigarette’ smell was on your way into the building.
I’ve been thinking a lot about entrepreneurship, my career and just life in general.
Having worked in a startup-adjacent environment for about 5 months last year, and subsequently being bundled into an MRI machine because I thought I had a brain tumour, (turned out my eye pressure was ridiculously high from staring at a screen, doing deep mental work for like 10 hours every day, completely discombobulating my sleep cycle for like 3 months, and my brain was just tired), I promised myself that I’d never work in a startup again. …
Warning: Spoilers ahead, mostly from season 4. If you haven’t started already, you might forget by the time you get there anyway so read on. If you have started, I feel like the show is even better when you kind of know what’s going to happen because you have more space for thinky thoughts, so again, read on.
Okay back to scheduled programming.
I just re-watched season 4 of The Good Place on this fine Easter Sunday, which of course ended with me, again, crying my eyes out because it is just such an outstanding, well-written, morally intriguing show.
One of the biggest lies the 21st century has sold to young (non-White especially) people is that hustle culture is a choice. Let me explain.
I have watched countless first worlders and equivalents explain how they went from trying to be insanely productive and doing all these jobs and trying to build all these businesses to taking a step back to rest and live slowly and focus on what’s truly important, which oftentimes is ‘the friends we made along the way’.
Heck, entering into 2020, influenced by these motivational speeches and the chronic stress and anxiety I had been battling…
Thank you for responding to this article Steven, I love hearing from people concerning things like this.
I find it extremely interesting how the world wakes up and decides what is selfish or not based on some abstract notion of what life should be. A lot of people do lack the 'wherewithal' as you say (I love that word) to have their own children and it makes me so sad to see the neglect that always ensues. There's nothing wrong with just being the caring uncle or aunty!
I absolutely love that you are enjoying a life with fewer responsibilities, existing is already so hard as it is loool.
I wish more carefreeness, wonderful health and many more adventures for you and your wife, and of course an incredibly fruitful life ahead for your son.