In my autobiography, I will write that I began to live at 25 in the year 2025. This is a post about serendipity; a series of beautiful happenstance. I didn't use to like animals because I was scared of them. I didn't think I would ever move to Lagos because on the news, Lagos is portrayed as a jungle where only barbaric humans can survive. But here we are. I love this stray cat. I'm enjoying life in Lagos. Lagos is good to me.The GenesisI moved out of my parents’ house at 22 in September 2022...

As a Nigerian, I'm used to being treated differently, in a negative way, in culturally diverse spaces. But I never let it get to me because I am Nigerian and I can't do anything about it. Moreover, I believe that as long as you're valuable, you can stand out no matter where you are. Good examples include Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Tems and other exceptional Nigerians doing cool and great things. However, because of Farcaster, I have been forced to reanalyse this belief of mine. Now, this post ...

I approached this question like it had a definite answer. For years, I tried to answer this question definitively. Every time I thought I had the answer, it didn't take long for my expression of self to no longer match my carefully constructed answer. I looked at others who lived loudly, boldly and confidently, with envy. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I just figure myself out and live boldly like they did? Then it hit me on a random weekday, who we are isn't definite. Human beings are ...