Hello, I’m Oyin!

I tell my stories here. I’m not the best of all but boredom made me do it.

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    Adukè

    It was a chilly morning, with a light breeze and a pale atmosphere. The breeze left the doors ajar, swaying everyone’s door as if it was looking for trouble. Adukè raced out the door to get her clothes before they get soiled. On her way, she encountered a lovely young man by chance, their eyes connected, and love blossomed. She hurriedly packed her belongings and dashed inside.

    “Love at first sight?  I don’t believe in that nonsense.” She thought out loud.  

    Lekan was a “well to do” entrepreneur and to top it all, he had a royal stream. Not only was he that, he was also popular in the neighbourhood and known to be married to two wives already. What could be special about Aduke? Aduke’s endowment is irresistible; she had a great future behind her. Any man would do anything to be in her future. She had quite a number of suitors that would die on top of her matter.

    Few weeks later, Aduke and Lekan met at a function. This time, Lekan didn’t let go off his catch.  He was really bent on winning her heart without knowing Aduke was already falling.

    Aduke knew he was married. There’s nothing she detests more than being a second wife, she would swear never to be in one, but fate had a different plan.  

    She turned him down several times without thinking. Lekan wasn’t ready to give up either.

    Trial upon trial…(pause)

    Author’s note: It’s a woman we’re talking about o, this is not Baba Ijebu or Bet9ja.

    …until they became friends. Outing upon outing until she got pregnant. Lekan knew what

    he was doing all along. Aduke cried and tried everything possible to abort the pregnancy. Everything just seemed capsized. Aduke tried to kill the baby but all to no avail. Most importantly, she was advised not to kill the baby by her pastor. She was left with no choice other than marriage.

    She got married to Lekan and became the third wife. All the time she fled from married men wasn’t enough.

    “Should I run away with the pregnancy?” She thought.

    Aduke wasn’t really in her happy place.


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    Why I disappeared

    Sweetheart,

    How are you doing?!

    This is my first blog post this year and I don’t even know what to write or where to start from.

    We’re seven months into this year and I hope I can still say “Happy New Year.”

    I’m sorry I disappeared. School threatened to kill me…and well…what doesn’t kill you makes you feel alive, right? Well, I’m glad it’s all over now, but that feeling may not last long ‘cos I’m scared of what’s on the other side. The other side being “life after school.”

    It feels like you’re starting a new life entirely and everything is totally up to you. That “your future is in your hands” shit. You know, the decisions you make, shapes your life? The whole adulting thing is just scary. The feeling of idleness and the urge to be up to something.

    I didn’t want to go back home. I wanted to get a job and just stay far from home, but my plan proved abortive. Home just screams chores and more chores and there’s no way we won’t get on each other’s nerves.

    So guess who’s going back home? You guessed right.

    I love being alone, to the point that I ask myself if I’m okay. I don’t wanna talk, don’t talk to me, don’t touch me, just leave me alone. So when people intrude, I act up. How would parents understand that?

    So being at home ruins my chances of spending more time with myself. A day won’t go by without my name traveling in the air from miles away. I guess the whole neighborhood knows my name now and I think that’s what they call fame.

    Don’t get me wrong. I’m not an anti-social or an introvert that needs help from running away from herself. Just that, sometimes I need time alone to refill my tank. I need time alone to be productive. I mean, I need people. We all need people.

    So what if the people we need are dying? I just lost someone and words could never do enough justice to how I feel, but at least she’s resting. With death news, it comes with this remembrance that life is fickle.

    Lately, I’ve not been myself, and sometimes I don’t know how to act or interact with people. My heart has been heavy and somehow, writing sets me loose from the shackles. If you asked me why I started writing, I would’ve told you that I was trying to get away from my past and I’d be telling the truth.

    Despite that I was writing to pass time, I also needed to express myself, to talk about the things I was afraid to say, to talk about stuff I wish I knew earlier, to set a reminder for myself, something that may be of good use to you too? I talk to myself while talking to you. Now that I’m over my past, if you ask me why I started writing, it’s because I want to express myself and I’ve always admired writing, basically. Mark Manson is one person that has inspired my writing journey.

    I’ve been doing some self-evaluation and I’m starting to know myself better. The kind of person I am, what I want and why I do some certain things I don’t understand.

    On a lighter note, let’s catch up in the comment section or you can contact me so we can have a chat over the course of the year. I look forward to reading from you.

    Love,

    Oyin


  • Just before we discard 2020…

    * drum rolls *

    Here comes the prodigal blogger lol.

    They say consistency is key but somehow, I’m still trying to find a loophole to that saying.

    But what could I probably say that you haven’t seen on Twitter or Instagram.

    It’s a PANDEMIC !

    Well, I’m just happy for you and I, ‘cos being alive is a big flex, something to be grateful for. I would never abandon you guys because you’re the reason I’m here.

    Even while the world was burning, we got used to the heat and still tried to make life more meaningful. I must commend you for that. I’m sure we’re aware of the second wave of covid-19 and I’m secretly hoping it’s all bants because my mental health cannot sustain another wave of lockdown. I go just depress.

    A big shoutout to my sweet family. Thanks for being such sweet readers. Thanks for sticking around my mysterious diary on the net. Thank you for reading my rants, my head-and-no-tail stories, my ramblings. Thanks for not making me feel like I’m writing to myself. Thanks for being such a sweetheart.

    To other blogs following my blog, you have good taste.

    I’m sure we learnt a lot this year and we hope to make corrections next year. Just so you know, 2021 doesn’t mark the end of covid, don’t forget the usuals.

    Cheers to new beginnings 🥂

    See you in 2021 sweets🍭❤️✨

    Love, Oyin


  • We don’t talk anymore

    Like we used to do.

    It’s been a long journey. A rocky ride. Few months into this year and it feels like forever because a lot has surfaced. The pandemic, police brutality, massacres and kidnappings is a whole lot to handle. If only we could just press pause or stop, or maybe rewind. To press forward, we don’t even know what 2021 unfolds.

    I’m in the dark, scared of the unknown, living in hope and pretending to know what I’m doing, because without pretence and hope, what’s your secret for sanity?

    An average Nigerian’s dream is to leave the country and, leaving Nigeria has become an achievement. A country that kills her people and label it fake news.

    People prayed and fasted, they protested against police brutality unarmed, it was peaceful. They walked miles and gave up their lives for this #EndSARS movement and you shoot at them? We are begging you not to kill us and you’re killing us?

    A lot of deaths and I wish it never happened. It may be bad to wish people death but we can’t neglect the fact that some people deserve to die. I wouldn’t mind if we could exchange lives because why are good people dying?

    I would never fathom why. The more I try to, the more I want to disappear from this unfair world. These news really hit hard and punctured a part of me. They say life has ups and downs but 2020 has been downs and downs.

    May their souls rest in peace. Sending love & healing to the families of the deceased. ❤🕯🕊

    Ups?

    Except of course, we’re alive.

    We don’t talk anymore like we used to. I can’t lie that I don’t miss you but when the words aren’t even coming, what can I do?

    I was typing this in class and I felt like I’m slowly losing interest in school but I guess I’m good at pretending to know what I’m doing.

    I don’t even know what I’m writing but, hiiiii! I’m still alive, incase you forgot. I wonder how you coping but I really hope you’re good.

    Welcome to December! My favourite month of the year. I wish you good news for the rest of the year and the one to come 🍾🥂

    Check up on someone today.

    Ciao

    ❤🕯


  • R.I.P. Chadwick Boseman 💔

    “In my culture, death is not the end. It’s more of a stepping off point. You reach out with both hands and Bast and Sekhment, they lead you into the green veldt where you can run forever.”

    Chadwick’s speech in Captain America: Civil War (2016)

    Chadwick’s passing is absolutely heartbreaking and unbelievable. Nobody knew he battled with colon cancer for four years, and despite everything, he never stopped living.

    Despite his silent fights, he didn’t give up. At first, I thought it was a joke but it got dawned on me when I checked his Twitter page to see this…

    My Blank Panther, my very own Black Panther! Brings back memories of when my friends and I were in black to watch Black Panther, it was no coincidence. Ever since then, I fell in love with Black Panther and Chadwick Boseman.

    Many would’ve stopped dreaming. Many could’ve killed their dream because of an obstacle or a challenge (like a disease). But the fact that he didn’t stop being what he wanted makes him a true hero.

    His death outlines that a lot of us fight silent battles but we still try to make those around us happy. We see these people on screens but nobody knows what they go through behind the scenes. I read that even as a cancer sufferer, Chad visited some cancer patients to give them hope. Any other word stronger than “hero”?

    This year has taken away a lot of people. It’s like every second we get over one thing, 2020 says, “But wait, there’s still more..”

    But we can’t conclude yet that 2020 is a bad year. Yes, it’s bad enough but not until we’re rid of it. Because sometimes, life has an odd way of making things work out in the end. When it feels like there’s nothing left, God always come through.

    We all had plans but 2020 ruined it. If only we had seen what was ahead..

    But we can’t let that stop us because Chadwick didn’t stop. He didn’t just die like a slaughtered animal, he died a hero.

    I’m sending love and light to his family and loved ones. Rest in Power Chadwick Boseman 🕊

    You’ll forever be in our hearts.

    Wakanda forever 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♂️


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