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To All The Boys I’ve Loved (Entry 8)

Dear Baggz, You were my fantasy. Meeting you was magical. I still remember that night, on your birthday. How you freaked out when you stepped into a roomful of smiling

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THE NEW NORMAL (New Life, New Me)

It touched me, my chest. I am on the ground. “How did I get here?” I look down and I see there is a stain where it touched me. It’s

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To All The Boys I’ve Loved (Entry 7)

Hey Choco, How are you doing? It’s been a while. It’s not like you never reached out or anything. I’ve just been too much of a coward to admit to

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To All The Boys I’ve Loved (Entry 6)

Hi Tyza I don’t know where you are right now but I hope this meets you well. You were my first. I know I never told you but you were.

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MY NAME IS DIMEJI (The Finale)

Good people exist. No matter how much bad there is in the world, how many frankly evil people are around, how many tweets say it’s not true, good people do

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MY NAME IS DIMEJI (Part 6)

“Look for the signs.” That is what they say. There was this analogy, that it is when a person wants a G Wagon that they start seeing G Wagons everywhere.

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MY NAME IS DIMEJI (Part 5)

Secondary school was horrible, my goodness. It was not a good place at all. It was quite literally the place where my soul went to die. My secondary school experience

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To All The Boys I’ve Loved (Entry 5)

Hi Bobby, How are you? I don’t know if you’re going to read this, but I hope you do. First off, I’d like to clarify something: I am no longer

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MY NAME IS DIMEJI (Part 4)

Previously on MY NAME IS DIMEJI… * Remember Uzo? The guy I was escaping to Kaduna to stay with? Well, after my mother read our messages, she sent him a

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A HOE ABROAD (Episode 3)

“Konji na ba… Konji na ba… Konji na bastard!” Dremo must have been in my shoes when he sang that song, because damn! It’d been just a few days past