My womb is damaged. by @Delia_Maraj

Really, really beautiful.



An empty vessel;

That’s what I’ve been feeling like since I learnt that I could never have children.

My womb was damaged, they said.

Only, it’s not just my womb. It’s me.

I’m a damaged woman.

I will never be able to do the one thing I grew up looking forward to.

I will never feel the joy of holding my own baby to my chest.

I will never look at anybody and think “I birthed that one”

That joy in calling someone mine and knowing;

That indeed, they are mine.

Growing up as an only child, I always wanted a daughter

I yearned for the days when I’d relieve my youth days to her

And make sure she learnt from my mistakes

Those days will never come now

I don’t need your pity

I’ve had enough of that.

I saw it in the doctor’s eyes as he broke the…

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The 8 Types of Annoying Relative (And Tips to Help You Avoid Them)

I recently stumbled upon this, and thought to share. Lol. Enjoy.

Reasonably Ludicrous

Disclaimer: Let it be known that this has nothing to do with my relatives. Those guys are awesome! (Oh, and if you don’t enjoy reading words, click here to skip ahead to the pictorial guide)

It’s that time of year again, when bundles of joy are placed beneath the tree, then later remembered and transferred to their cribs, when mice stop stirring throughout the house in adherence to the laws of Christmas, and when breaking and entering becomes an offense not punishable by jail time, but by milk and cookies.

But when Christmas rolls around, so too do the requisite family gatherings, events which unfortunately involve your family. Most relatives are as pleasant as you are, but if you’ve taken Biology, then you know that genes sometimes do stuff, and in their constant mutation, bad seeds take root, growing eventually into bad apples that fall far from the tree…

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In Pursuit of a Degree

I can relate to these words like no one else.

Oluwadunni's Blog

Yesterday, I was at my faculty, chatting with a senior colleague. (I’m a 100 Level Student of Law at Obafemi Awolowo University)
And after I made a statement about not being so enthusiastic about Law, he said “You’re either Melancholy or Phlegmatic.” I said, “Phleg…PhlegMel actually.” And then he said, “Whoa, sorry, that combination is not so good.”
I wasn’t offended, because I quite agree with him. The Melancholy and Phlegmatic temperaments are legendary for their procrastination, laziness and lack of motivation, so imagine what someone with both temperaments would be like. X_X
I really am lazy, and so many times, during lectures on the only law course I offer presently, I ask myself, “Dunni, what are you doing here, really?” But then, the reply is, “If not here, where else would I be?” I really don’t know what other course I could have offered if not Law. Even if…

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Welcome to this… this blog.
Erm… I swear I had this absolutely epic intro on my mind last night. Oh well.
So, about this blog. It’s basically just anything that comes to mind. Actual events… raging… ranting… Oh, and the (not-so) occasional cool story. There.