I don’t think anybody has ever overthought a train journey the way I am currently overthinking this one. I’m sitting by the window pretending to enjoy the scenery, I am not enjoying anything. In fact, if anxiety had a physical form, it would be sitting right beside me, asking if I packed my passport.I check […]
I have changed my clothes three times already. The black dress is lying on the bed, then on the chair and then back on the bed again. I don’t know why I’m pretending the dress is the problem. The problem isn’t the dress, the problem is where I’m going. A funeral.His funeral. Even writing those
There are certain things nobody prepares you for in university. Nobody tells you that lecturers can disappear for three weeks and suddenly appear during tests.Nobody tells you that your roommate may own one plate, one spoon and somehow borrow yours permanently.And absolutely nobody tells you that in university, chairs do not belong to the school.
I didn’t sleep. To be fair, if an old woman materialized beside your bed at midnight, eating groundnuts and casually informing you that a dead man wanted to speak to you, you probably wouldn’t sleep either. I spent most of the night staring at my ceiling and trying to decide which was more likely. I
Dear Diary,I returned to work today, which, surprisingly, did not feel like returning to war, it felt… nice. A month ago, I would have been counting down the days until I could get back to the office. I would have spent the entire drive from Chevron to Ikoyi mentally listing all the things that must
Dear Diary,I have come to a conclusion… Nigeria’s national sport is not football. I know…I know…Please sit down. And Breathe. I, too, was shocked by this discovery. Because if football were truly our national sport, perhaps we would have won the World Cup by now or qualified for the ongoing World Cup tournament (at the
The third issue of The Look Archive explores the visual language of modern professionalism. Across five chapters, this issue curates the wardrobes of professionals who understand that style is often the first conversation we have with the world. Inside this collectible digital issue: Corporate Codes is not a guide on how to dress for work,
I’ve taken three showers already and I still don’t know what else to do with myself. The apartment is quiet, the television is on but I couldn’t tell anybody what’s playing, my food is cold, my phone is on the table, and my mind is still in that photocopy room. Still with her. I remember
The office is almost empty, I know because I’ve checked the time three times in the last ten minutes.8:17 PM.8:21 PM.8:24 PM. The cleaning staff have already passed my section twice, even the security lights have switched on outside. Everybody has gone home, everybody except me. I stare at the stack of documents beside the
I can’t hear them anymore, at least I think I can’t. The pounding inside my chest is too loud, every heartbeat sounds like somebody banging on a metal door.My lungs hurt.My legs hurt.Everything hurts. I crouch behind a stack of cement blocks and press my body against the cold concrete.Please.Please don’t come this way. I