Tee's Musings

Ajadi mi, our mother is well It was just fever, so do not worry. She misses you every day, Ajadi …like we all do.

Ajadi mi, I saw Adigun today Adigun, our little hero I met him on my way from the gbewiri stream this morning He was coming from the bush Ajadi mi, our little hero is now a man…

Hello fam! I hope you have missed reading as much as I have missed writing.  I am back with the Ajadi Series.  I do hope you love Ajadi as much as I do. XOXO Ajadi mi, the wedding is over now I have become Alao’s wife. He is a good man, Ajadi… He takes care of me; he even lets me keep your locket He says he will never try to take your place But his family do not understand it

*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...