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9/9

It’s Feburary; the month of love? It feels like a sick joke to me as well, but it isn’t. It is one month since Iyanu left and everyday has seemed like an elongation of a terrible nightmare.  Today is the 14th; Valentine’s Day. My parents have not let me go back to school because I am ‘not fit’ to be around others. I don’t know where my mom is seeing

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8/9

‘Breathe…’ ‘Take deep breaths…’ ‘That’s good, just breathe…’ It is funny (but not funny) that these same words I heard during my labour are the same I hear every night since the day my baby turned 5 days old.  I gave birth to Iyanu; I did. On the 7th day of January, I suddenly felt my water break and all my research on labour and labour composure couldn’t prepare me

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Ode to my Yellow Pen

*I’m serious* -_- I chose you. And I’ll choose you over and again if we both came back to this world a second time; Or if Ope ever re-celebrated her grandfather’s burial. You were just a souvenir. It was either you or the red one. The red one – blazing red, probably used to getting all the attention, called out my name. I barely even saw you. But thank God

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