“You mean you’re not eating?” “How do you do it ?”, “What do you eat then?” These are some of the questions I get when I mention intermittent fasting. But here’s the thing I eat! I just eat with intention now. For example, I used to wait till when I was very hungry before thinking of … Continue reading HOW INTERMITTENT FASTING IS HELPING ME
THE GIRL WHO RAN AT NIGHT (PART 9)
Then she saw it.A tall black gate. A compound. The only one with light — a dim yellow bulb casting a faint glow. A small security post stood beside it. She didn’t think. She ran toward it.Bang! Bang! Bang! Her fists slammed against the gate. “Please, abeg! Open! They’re coming! Please!”Footsteps. The sound of movement … Continue reading THE GIRL WHO RAN AT NIGHT (PART 9)
THE GIRL WHO RAN AT NIGHT (PART 8)
Then—they saw the gate.Open. Just a crack.Rasheed stood beside it, eyes cold, nodding once.No words.Efe slipped through.Peaches held her hand until the very last second, then pulled back. “Go. When you reach the junction, turn left. You go see small kiosk. Hide there till morning.”Efe looked back one last time. “Thank you…”Peaches was already retreating … Continue reading THE GIRL WHO RAN AT NIGHT (PART 8)
THE GIRL WHO RAN AT NIGHT (PART 7)
Diamond folded her arms, still smirking.“Two girls try am. One wey dem catch—Uncle Solo beat am sotay her eye swell like yam. Lock am for room—one week. No food, no light. Only water.” Peaches lowered her eyes, her voice barely above a whisper. “The second one no make am. She run—jump fence. They no fit … Continue reading THE GIRL WHO RAN AT NIGHT (PART 7)
THE GIRL WHO RAN AT NIGHT (PART 6)
A month later...The door creaked softly as Efe buried her face into her palms, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.Her legs ached. Her chest felt hollow.She had stopped counting the men. The sounds. The shame.She only knew that every night blurred into the next, and the girl in the mirror no longer looked like her.The door … Continue reading THE GIRL WHO RAN AT NIGHT (PART 6)
ROOTED & EVOLVING 