Tee's Musings

*Image by John Towner via unsplash.com* Depressed, are you? Sad, are you not? The year is ending...goals left unachieved but you are not alone Disappointed, are you? Discouraged, are you not another year over... still no job Look around... you are not alone.. Dejected, are you? Sorrowful, are you not? another year gone...taking with it a loved one... You are not alone Frustrated, are you? Tired, are you not? a year older...yet unmarried You are not alone Resigned, are you? Given up, have you not? with so much hope you began Yet, the year ends with hope dwindling Nothing to be thankful for, you think no achievement... no strides Hope lost...nothing but darkness Convinced that light will never return We are here... you are not alone Darkness but for a while... light will return Know... there is always hope Hold on... we are with you Look up... look around Look for cracks in the wall of hopelessness Light is there...You just have to look. ...

Dear Asamu, Agbeke came to see me last week, she was heartbroken. Did she tell you that her relationship with Kukoyi ended last month? Her usually smiling eyes were filled with poorly concealed sadness, so I asked her if she had cried. But she looked at me like I had two heads. Asamu, has she cried yet?

For a long time, my image of myself was of a 'fair skinned girl', I didn't know how wrong this perception was until much later.

As a little girl, I cared so much about how I was perceived,being liked was very important ... and so some of the things I did were influenced by how desperate I was to be accepted and liked. But somehow I grew from that young girl who so desperately wanted to be liked to a young lady whose answer to 'Will they like me' is always 'what's there not to like'. This answer isn't out of conceit but out of a realisation that the only reason I cared so much about whether others liked me or not was because I didn't like myself enough and so that validation from others mattered to me. I have since then sat and thought about which of these individuals gave me more peace and security, and it was of course the 'young lady'... the one who grew into her own and finally realised that she was, is and will always be something magical... as long as she sees it. Now I know that all it takes is a little love from me to ME, and that by simply projecting that l...

Everyday, I wondered... maybe love wasn't all they want. But what do they really want? Ibidunni was an angel... He began and she was mine

What do they really want? She asked me But I had no answer... Only many unanswered questions Alagbe said he loved me... she began

I recently heard that Japanese do not throw away broken bowls, instead, they fix it by filling the cracks with gold, creating a beautiful lining. They do this not just for fixing sake, but more than anything to depict the beauty in what once was broken. They believe damaged things have a history... a history that makes them more beautiful.