my own “sweetboy-ness” no pass to do data for you o, and time to time shawarma billing wey i fit chest. anything wey pass like this you nor fit see me there.
The lover boy in me never left. I just learned to protect him better. I still love, still care, still show affection. I’ve just become very careful and picky about who gets access to that version of me.
Not everything you lose is a loss, sometimes the blessing is in what didn’t work out. Growth starts when you stop forcing what’s not meant for you. Because some endings aren’t failures but clarity. Peace comes when you let go of what hurts and make space for something better.
If you tell a Nigerian that they're wrong on something, they'll do a research, not on whether they're wrong or right, but on whether they're richer than you.
Everyone has their role to play; some stay to love you, some stay to teach you. Not everyone who starts with you is meant to stay. Once their part is done, the script changes, but the lesson remains.