I am a Black woman who loves singing,
though singing is clearly not my calling.
I am a Nigerian,
who hates jollof rice
I am a Christian
who knows that the invisibility of the wind does not negate its existence.
I am indecisive,
hence my ambidexterity
I am an artist
who only started drawing 2 years ago.
I am nearly 5 foot 4,
but in mind I’m 6 feet tall and rising.
I love laughing
but in the past 6 weeks I ‘ve done so much crying.
I am a teacher
who loves learning more than teaching
I am a cycling addict
who learnt to cycle 5 months ago
I am overly sensitive
but my exterior may suggest otherwise.
I am a writer
who struggles with self-confidence.
I am a swimmer,
battling against the currents of my own mind
I am a sister
who is blessed with the most supportive siblings a person could hope for.
I am daughter
who cries at the thought of how much I love my mother.
I am a godmother,
blessed with a wonderfully and fearfully created godson.
I am a friend
who uses laughter as a criterion for developing long-lasting friendships.
I am an over-thinker
who continues to struggle with depression.
I am the world’s greatest cheerleader
who struggles to cheer herself on.
I love playing football
but am scared to head the ball.
I have had an eating disorder for over 20 years
but am slowly on my way to recovery.
I want to live
but in the past I wanted to die.
I feel physically strong
but sometimes berate myself for my lack of mental fortitude.
I am a nomad who loves nature
but struggles to stay rooted like trees in the fields.
I am learning to love and accept myself
where once I despised myself.
I believe comparison is the author of all misery,
yet for many years I couldn’t keep my eyes off others.
I love forgiveness
but struggle to drop the hot coals of anger and frustration.
My favourite hobby is laughing.
It’s medicine for my soul.
I write to live,