‘Shade which container has the salt in it?’ t I was recently gisting with my friend and we were talking about our everything, from our dry days, our recent vex moment to our love lives or the downside to not having one. Something she talked about caught my attention. “Toke so I have this guy, we have been hanging out together, we talk a lot too. I like him and he says he likes me too. But the thing is that I don’t know what we are. I have asked him so many times to put a label on it and he says we are whatever I want us to be. I should be cool with this ? According to my famous phone’s dictionary, label is to mark with a name. a label allows you to know what is in it a container, it allows you to know what to do with the content and what ...

I found this write up and it was warm. I recognise the Mask theme so well, we all do... Masks Don't be fooled by the face I wear, for I wear a thousand masks, and none of them are me.  Don't be fooled, for goodness sake, don't be fooled. I give you the impression that I'm secure, that confidence is my name and coolness is my game, and that I need no one.  But don't believe me. Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in aloneness, in fear. That's why I create a mask to hide behind, to shield me from the glance that knows, but such a glance is precisely my salvation. That is, if it's followed by acceptance, if it's followed by love. It's the only thing that can liberate me from my own self-built prison walls. I'm afraid that deep down I'm nothing and that I'm just no good, And that you will reject me. And so begins the parade of masks. I idly chatter to you. I tell you everything that's really nothing and nothing of what...

I have always hated the word ‘fickle minded’ but the fact is that i am nice and I really have a knack for trying to please the ones I love, the ones that mean a lot to me, while I think that has to stop I feel like some people miss read the situation, they mistake my niceness for weakness, they think I am not bold enough to say this is what I want and stick to it, they think I don’t even know what I want or maybe that is what I think. Maybe the real question I should ask myself is ‘do I know what I want, am I really fickle minded?, why do I feel like I change more than Beyonce in Frekum dress? What I do best is to make people feel comfortable around me, I do that effortlessly. I can starve myself if I think that is what you want; I can hold my tongue if I think it would make you feel okay. I really think I am use to this act that I have sieved it on to other parts of my life. When I hear someone talk about them and say ‘I mirror other people’ I think about my own ‘aliment’. If y...

  Hi my name is Toke and I am a certified introvert!                                  Response: Hi Toke. You are wondering why the sudden declaration; it is not like I am Uncle Jonathan declaring for Presidency. Anyways, someone said I am a pretender and I literarily opened my mouth to defend myself but then I closed it because just like the word NO which is a complete sentence I didn’t need to explain anything to the boat jumper. After his far off base assessment I started to question myself a bit but then I smacked myself back to my reality; Toke doesn’t put up font for people, I am just too lazy for that … ****I think some of us have outgoing personalities but underneath all the ‘Hi and Heys’, we just want to crawl back into our cosy shell with our loud #Samsung earpiece playing all of #Jhene Aiko’s tracks and ...

  Happy Pill? In secondary school we all said life would be so much better when we get into the university. Life was probably at the highest peak for some of us (was it for me?), while for the rest of us it was a ‘please be over’ kind of thing. We most times convince ourselves that life will be better after we get that Bachelor Degree. Then we get pissed off at the government when our degree doesn’t fetch us that million naira job or that corner office. We convince ourselves that life would be so much better after marriage but we forget that marriage comes with its own set of problems. It comes with nagging, roaming eyes, mistrust, sexual problems and lets not forget in-laws (yep!). We say it would definitely get better once a mini us is running around the house (kaffy really?!),then we are frustrated that the kids aren’t growing as fast as you would want them to, we start to calculate how much we could have spent on buying that nice dress in the boutique or ord...

Many friends have come and gone in my life, i don’t know how to stay in touch with friends but there is one friend that has been with me through the important times and the very stupid times. Going to the university, I didn’t really think about having friends because I know I don’t know how to keep them so I tend not to think of any serious friendship but apparently God had plans to throw a very silly girl my way. I met my best friend walking aimlessly around OGD hall.  The very first time I met her she had on a multicolored head tie, a yellow top and a jean skirt (as your personal fashion police, I am fining you in arrears) , I had to ask her about my other colleagues because I heard there was suppose to be a meeting , fortunately for me her boyfriend was in my department so she knew. Long story short we met again at block e( the venue of the meeting) we  exchanged  numbers and the rest is in my personal diary #Amebo.. I really haven’t done much for her in a whi...

I have always wondered why I am so in love with Damon Salvatore, why Cristiano Ronaldo, Chris Brown, Drake* seem attractive to me  or why Catherine is so in love with Vincent Keller. Twenty four or vampire dairies would have nothing on 'why good girls love bad boys' if ever they decide to make a season film on that topic. I have always thought about it in the same category of ‘why men cheat’. There is just no reasonable reason. This is basically referring to all the John Mayer of the world (Jessica Simpson, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Jennifer Aniston, Taylor Swift, Minka Kelly, Katy Perry… you get the drift). Why the bad boys? I have always wondered why good girls can’t seem to stay away from bad boys, Not bad in a notorious way but bad in the sense that he's brash, cocky and he marches to the beat of his own drum( on his own time). He's on the edge, bordering on rude, being polite or caring and doesn't seem to give a damn about anyone but himself, he basicall...