But.I.Fly

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Twitter, then Facebook, then back to Twitter. When it slows, I drift to TikTok.

Thumb cocked over the screen—scrolling, scrolling.

I tell myself to stop. Just stay. Stay with myself, with my thoughts. No need for the endless drip of noise.

But I can’t.

A minute of stillness and something tightens in my chest. Not quite pain—more like a low, restless itch under the skin. My mind starts reaching, like a teat-seeking newborn. Nutrition and comfort. It doesn’t find it. It never does. So it grabs for the nearest thing.

The phone is always there.

I don’t remember it being like this. Growing up in the 90s, boredom just… existed. Long afternoons stretched out with nothing to do. You sat with it. Maybe you stared at the ceiling. Maybe you wandered outside. I can’t recall it being unpleasant. It didn’t claw at you.

Now it does.

Somewhere along the line, I trained my brain to expect constant stimulation. A steady diet of noise, novelty, distraction. And like any habit, it escalated. What used to be enough isn’t enough anymore. The scroll gets faster. The clips get shorter. The hits get weaker.

And afterward, there’s a residue. Not satisfaction. Not at all. More like a thin film of unease. Restlessness. A sense that I’ve consumed a lot and gained nothing. So I go back in, hoping the next swipe will land.

It doesn’t.

Still, I try to sit. To do nothing. To just be.

Seconds pass. Maybe a minute.

Then the itch returns—sharper this time. My thoughts don’t settle; they scatter. My body feels like it’s rejecting the silence. And before I’ve fully decided, my hand has already moved.

The phone is back in my grip.

And I’m squinting down again, watching something flicker and dance—already halfway gone before it even registers.

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@khanofkhans11_ Not peculiar to Lagos

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@polyglotodulesi She's sooo foine!

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@iAmNdukwe Shittiest post I ever read

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@nwoko_greg62705 But why do you insist on marrying her to Sir Louis?

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@winexviv A lot of Igbo kids are schooling outside the south east. Isn't there anyway to accommodate them?

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@codedbruhh Where Una see any whitie for the video abeg?

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@OtitoNosike Even if she sends it once, she doesn't love herself enough...

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@avrilamaka Lies

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@Madonnaqtoo There’s no depth of depravity some won’t sink to for Elon’s stipends. Deliberately leaving your toddler covered in shit, no diaper, just to farm engagement—then posting the humiliating photo. Pure child abuse and privacy violation for clout. Disgusting. Shame.

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@the_Lawrenz Where's your gym location let me meat you there...

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@heismric This workout wasn't designed with figma...

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@MrMekzy_ Such an inhuman way to reason

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@evydenzz Twitter is dem0nic!

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@phoebeodekina Olodo moaning

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@bryan_johnson 6 people saw her pussy...6 million more were forced to hear of it...poor Katie

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@Morris_Monye So they should be allowed to thrash the city because "it's just football"?

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@islemonjuice @Kamsy_cn I guess you'll provide hard evidence when the courts ask you to?

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@samkelemaseko Is this rag-day or what?

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@instablog9ja His head said yes and her heart said no