Because Daily Prompt said to get personal…

  1. Siblings? 4. I’m number 4.
  2. If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be? Heaven A quiet beach on some lonely island.
  3. 3 things physically close to you: A book by christi paul, a smile mi-fi, a laptop, 2 phones, wait 3?
  4. 1 fact you’ve learned about life: People always leave. Those who promised never to Those who can’t help but to.
  5. 1 weird fact about you: I sleep with my eyes slightly open when i’m tired. I’m always tired.
  6. Phobias? : Cockroaches. People leaving. Farting loudly in public places😟
  7. 3 favs: John Legend. Sad songs. Noodles.
  8. If you could change anything about yourself what would it be?: I’m too tired to think biko
  9. What song are you listening to currently? Chasing the sun by Sara Bareilles
  10. Last person you had a deep conversation with: Joseph.
  11. Who are you looking forward to meeting?: Anjola, i can’t even wait – she’d make my entire year💃🏾❤️❤️❤️, (Edited: 4th April: Turns out Anjola is gon be a boy, I’m still as excited though)
  12. Best TV series: One Tree Hill. (i used to be obsessed, i still am)
  13. Would you be entering a relationship this year? Why please? Not even in 2 years #Kidding 😂😂 #NotKidding😑🙄
  14. Is there anything you liked doing but stopped?: I hope not.
  15. What would you have to see to make you emotional/cry?: Pretty much anything, people holding hands, homeless leetu happy kids, 2 goats bleating at each other.
  16. Can you cook? I dun even like kitchen.😢😭😭 Nobody wee marry me *weeps*
  17. Favorite part of your daily routine?: Talking with God.❤️
  18. How old would you be turning on your next birthday?: 21. Someone is getting old.😭😭
  19. Been to the movies in the last 5 days?: Nope. Joseph, sly oshi😒
  20. Are you hot?: A strongly believe so.🙂
  21. Religious? Nah, Spiritual, More like Jesus baby 🙂
  22. Do you have trust issues?: After my last post. Hell yeah!
  23. Values?: Compassion. Serenity. Altruism. Consistency.
  24. Something you need to stop doing?: Ignoring dudes, i just might die single.
  25. What phone do you have? : Tecno J7. Iphone 6s.
  26. Qualities you look for in people?: ‘unobvious’ humor, spontaneity. depth/soulful/notjustanyhow & 23.
  27. Do you ever want to get married?: Mehn, i’m not even sure again.
  28. What do you want to do with your life?: It’s a surprise, you just wait i don’t know😭
  29. Fav movie: A walk to remember. watched it like 10 times, kinda like cried 10 times too.
  30. Temperament: Phlegmatic.
  31. Love at first sight?: Crap! Crap!! Crap!!! Maybe click at first sight, but never love, not even love at 10th sight! But why do i sound angry?
  32. Last time you ran?: Last election oh. When these ungrateful bloody touts wanted to hit me after i gave them my phone. Awon oloshi! I discovered my talent that day.😩🔫
  33. Best friend: you, if you leave a comment 🙂

Bonus: My name is wunmi Akinfemiwa. When i’m nervous, i forget how to pronounce my surname.

You were not bored? 😦



When you get sad.

Occasionally, you’d get sad.
You’ll miss your childhood freedom when the weight of societal expectations start to weigh a little heavier.
You’ll get sad when your lover no longer recognizes the loneliness in your voice.
You’ll get sad when you no longer have that happy feeling in your tummy when you curl up in bed at night.
You’ll get sad when you’re on the phone at 3am with your best friend and there’s nothing to talk about.
You’ll get sad when nobody understands why you’d rather hangout at the beach over a club party.
You’ll get sad when you realize it’s been a minute you day dreamed or sang or wrote or danced on your own.
You’ll get sad when your closest friends become strangers.
When everything seems to be falling apart and you’ve tried, God knows you’ve tried but they just won’t hold together.
You’ll get sad when you realize you’ve been going round the same routine for three years now and nothing is like you dreamed they’d be.
You’ll cry when you begin to crack.
When your strong doesn’t hold anymore, when the person you want to be is no longer in view and you’re beginning to lose grasp of your ideals.
You’ll get sad sometimes, for no reason at all, and it’ll be completely OK
You’ll realize that at some point everyone feels this certain sadness.
You’re not always strong. You make mistakes. Dreams take time. People leave. Promises die. Loving hurts.
And you do not have to be strong all the time and it’s OK to cry and it’s perfectly normal for things not to make perfect sense all the time.
The good thing about this sadness is, it only lasts through the night.
Joy will come, as surely as the morning sun.
At some point, things starts to make sense.
Happiness begins to slip back in.
You’d feel it when it does.
And you’d enjoy it.
Every bit of it.

I remember you…

When I remember you, I think of home. Warm, Familiar, Quiet.
I remember being a child. Innocent. Looking forward to my first kiss. Running down paved roads. Away from nothing. Just us.
I remember being afraid to move on. I remember being full of love. And hope. And day dreams we were too sure were going to happen.
I remember you being so cheesy. Giving me nicknames no one had ever thought up.
I remember our long conversations. The first one was magic, like a symphony of two honest souls. I could have sworn time stood still.
I remember our never ending emails too. Was it weird that we gisted via emails?
I remember you telling me things no one had ever told me.
I remember the places we said we were going to visit together.
I remember the code names we used for things we shouldn’t have been talking about and i remember how i would feign cough because some words were too big for my mouth.
I remember you showing me how to love myself.
I’m in love with Ed now. I didn’t know him till you mentioned him. Now I hear your voice whenever I listen to him. I loved your voice. I still do.
I remember crying. Because i missed you even though you hadn’t left yet. I knew life would happen. And then,
I remember getting tired.
I remember wanting to see you so bad.
I remember forgetting the sound of your laugh.
I remember the selfies we took as you were about to leave. I still have them. Someday i’d delete them. But not now.
I remember not laughing at your goofy videos anymore. I still have them. Somewhere in a box.
I remember replying your messages 12 hours later when I could have replied in 2 seconds.
I remember snapping at you and then hating myself after.
I remember i was beginning to forget all you taught me about love. Life was hard
I remember hurting you. I remember hurting.
I remember my heart being full of love for you. But all it did was choke me
I remember letting go. It was a friday. You didn’t ask why. You only said OK.
I remember i forgot how it felt to run down paved roads. With you. Laughing out tears.
I never forgot you. Never forgot us.
I remember today being the day you turn a year older.
Happy Birthday

What He said…

“And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
Romans‬ ‭8:38-39‬ ‭NLT‬‬

Stop trying to separate yourself from the love of Christ. 😒

If the questions were different.

Why do women stay in abusive marriages?

Was it love or fear or duty or just plain folly?

How do you live with a man that professes love to you one minute and slaps you silly the next?

It baffled me. I just couldn’t understand. My dad never hit my mum much less yell at her. I didn’t see it happening to me either. I wouldn’t take that nonsense.

If you loved me you wouldn’t hit me.

If you loved me you wouldn’t yell at me.

If you loved me, my happiness will be your priority.

So when he hit me and yelled at me and seemed the most joyous at my pains. I packed my bags. It was time to leave.

But they told me not to.

If you leave your husband, who will marry you?

What will happen to your children?

What will people say?

Will you now return to your father’s house?

There are no perfect marriages anywhere, this is your cross, you have to carry it.

He will grow out of it. Just give him time.

And so i stayed.

Even though the arguments were endless and the beatings were consistent.

I still stayed.

Even though the circle was never ending – I say something, he gets annoyed and slaps me, I break down in tears, he does the same and even though we’re both crying, I feel sorry for him, I aplologize, he does the same. And we’re happy again. Till he’s unhappy again.

I start to make excuses for him.

Maybe if I didn’t ask him why he was home so late.

Maybe if I talked less and listened more.

Maybe if I prepared his meals in time.

Maybe if I became his mother, wife, slave,  friend, cook, cleaner, plaything. All at once.

Maybe if I let go of my pride,dignity, opinions, needs.

Just maybe, he will learn to love me.

Maybe that’s what marriage is all about. Sacrifice. Servitude.  Suffering.

What if the questions had been asked differently the first time he cracked my ribs.

If you die, who will take care of your children?

Who will bury your father?

Who will teach your daughter that love is never made by fist throwing punches and words causing scars?

Who will teach your son that women are not in any way lesser than men and a man’s strength was not displayed by oppressing others?

After all is said and done, the sanctity of life far exceeds the shame of a broken marriage.

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What would you do? Or what would you advice your sister/friend/daughter to do?

Would be nice to know your thoughts

I’m stronger than I think

I’ve been eating a lot lately, daddy will be proud, and drinking too, coffee, and needing notepads, empty ones with glitters.

They say the same kind of evil doesn’t happen twice to the same person. They were wrong. It happened twice. The first time, I thought h it was cute, I even wrote about it , you know, I was simply deepening my well of experience and gathering real life stories to tell my children but then it happened again and this time it was neither funny nor cute, it was bad and embarrassing and it hurt. It wasn’t the kind I wanted to write about. And that’s not what this is about. This is about my accelerated eating habits and drinking massive amounts of coffee and needing plenty blank notepads.

But at least I’m writing and I’m happy and I even sang last night never mind that the person I was singing to was sound asleep and Etisalat was busy laughing at me.

I was happy and I sang.

When you’re happy and you sing, everything becomes insignificant.

It’s like a magic potion. Happiness and singing.


I’m hungry again.

Are You Jesus?

Not sure how I got there (it’s probably because I’m a chronic stalker), but I stumbled on Seun’s blog and saw this post which I couldn’t help but share on here.

I think it’s a good read for anyone regardless of your beliefs but if you are one of the millions that if given an official form to state your religion you’d tick “Christianity”… this is for you. So please, grab your coke & popcorn… just a few seconds will do 🙂 –


“This write up touched my heart. I am sure it will touch yours too.

A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago. They had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night’s dinner. In their rush, with tickets and briefcases, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of apples. Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to reach the plane in time for their nearly-missed boarding…

ALL BUT ONE!!! He paused, took a deep breath, got in touch with his feelings and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned. Although tempted to leave, he told his buddies to go on without him, waved good-bye, told one of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the terminal floor. He was glad he did.

The 16-year-old girl was totally blind! She was softly crying, tears running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her; no one stopping and no one to care for her plight. The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put them back on the table and helped organize her display. As he did this, he noticed that many of them had become battered and bruised; these he set aside in another basket. When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl, “Here, please take this $40 for the damage we did. Are you okay? “She nodded through her tears. He continued on with, “I hope we didn’t spoil your day too badly.”

As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl called out to him, “Mister…” He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes. She continued, “Are you Jesus?” He stopped mid-stride…. and he wondered. He gently went back and said, “No, I am nothing like Jesus – He is good, kind, caring, loving, and would never have bumped into your display in the first place. “The girl gently nodded: “I only asked because I prayed for Jesus to help me gather the apples. He sent you to help me, so you are like Him – only He knows who will do His will. Thank you for hearing His call, Mister.”

Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and bouncing about in his soul: “Are you Jesus?”

Do people mistake you for Jesus?

That’s our destiny, is it not? To be so much like Jesus that people cannot tell the difference as we live and interact with a world that is blind to His love, life and grace. If we claim to know Him, we should live, walk and act as He would. Knowing Him is more than simply quoting scripture and going to church. It’s actually living the Word as life unfolds day to day.
You are the apple of His eye even though you, too, have been bruised by a fall. He stopped what He was doing and picked up you and me on a hill called Calvary and paid in full for our damaged fruit.

Please share this, if you feel led to do so. No condition attached just that it could bless someone. Thanks”

LORD help us to be like you. Amen.

We never got closure.

My sister warned me. Said i shouldn’t ask.

But i did. I needed to know.

And the story started.

She was in her mid-fifties, but she already had 10 children.

She got married when she was 16 and lost her first husband when she was 36.

And for years, they lived in abject poverty, barely surviving each day. One day, her children, 7 of them, were so hungry they wailed so much it brought physical ache to her heart, the pain of seeing her children cry for food was so great she had to do something, anything, to pacify them. So she stepped outside, picked a few stones and went on to cook them, lying to her children that she was boiling yam and in a few minutes they would have food. It killed her, she went into the room and cried out agony. But then out of nowhere came an angel, it was her friend from church, bearing 5 tubers of yam. She cried harder and went on to cook actual food for her kids.

She finally found a rich man and married him. She didn’t care that she was going to be his fourth wife. Her children finally had constant food to eat, clean clothes to wear and they were finally able to return to school. Life was good again. She even started a business, traveling out of the country to get goods to resell. 4 of her children had gotten married to good men and women. 2 had traveled to the united states.  She even had three more children. Life was really good.

And then one day, she came to the north – three of her daughters lived there. Her first granddaughter had just turned one. She spent a few days and bid them farewell. She was going home but first she had to see her step-daughter in Lagos.

She never got to Lagos. She never got home. She never came back to see her daughters in the north.

The last time they saw her, she was dancing joyfully with her one-year-old granddaughter, singing ancient praises and thanking God for life.

That one year old, is my sister.

27 years has gone by and my momma still dreams of her momma. I think she still aches. You see, they never got closure. They never found out what happened to her. If she lived. Or not. She was a good woman. Momma said she deserved the world.

But i don’t think she got it.