Tag "Depression"

Our Stories 11 Comments

Reliving The Trauma And Desiring My Attacker

I got kitoed by a previously exposed kito scum named Olashile Alhaq Otaru last year. And I still can’t get over the trauma. I lost a substantial amount of money

Fiction 14 Comments

DEAR DIARY

Monday, 30th of March, 2020 Dear Diary, It’s been four years since I came home. The air is still as tense as the day I left. Dad almost sent me

Series (Non-Fiction) 6 Comments

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

Series (Non-Fiction) 8 Comments

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

Series (Non-Fiction) 10 Comments

MY NAME IS DIMEJI

EDITOR’S NOTE: Remember the hit three-part miniseries, Finding Dimeji (Read HERE, HERE and HERE)? Well, Dimeji is finally speaking his truth, and here is the beginning of his story. *

Our Stories 13 Comments

TO BE DELIVERED IN THE NAME OF GOD (PART 2)

Previously on TO BE DELIVERED IN THE NAME OF GOD… * After a few days, my mother had them all ready, and we returned to the church. Not long after we

Our Stories 25 Comments

DAMAGED (Part 2)

Previously on DAMAGED… * My first week in the hostel was nice. All my classmates were nice to me. They visited my room often to see me. The ones that

Our Stories 23 Comments

A Tiny Glimmer Of Hope

It was profoundly tough for me to write this, but I guess this is the only way I can find some release. My parents got divorced when I was just

Our Stories 21 Comments

IF I HAD TO WRITE A SUICIDE NOTE

I am not going to kill myself. Not yet, at least. But if I make up my mind to do that, I would write a suicide note. If I had

Poetry 3 Comments

Closet

The Closet, So cold, so closed, no air. My secret, Keep, I must. Two-spirited, Almost lost my self. Two faceted, I feel like a traitor. Years passing before my eyes