The sky stretched overhead like a discordant painting with the colors black and orange. Right below the horizon, planes turned to fire balls hurling towards us in a quick descent. Sirens pierced the air and bullets were sprayed into the sky in quick streams. …

Struggles of a frustrated medical student part 2 — Hello, it is Jide If you are wondering why I haven’t written anything here in ages, it is simple. It started September, 2019. I was young, naive, and thought the best way to spend the next 6+ years of my life was to live off energy drinks and anxiety. …

If I were appointed to develop a motto for my college, it would be "We would break you to make you." I know it doesn’t exactly sound like a good motto, but it definitely feels like it. I am in Part 2 — the supposed easiest class in pre-clinical. Yet…

Read What Are We? by Olaitan Joy Damilola (Ravanjie) and I for the full story. We met in an art gallery. It was full of beautiful artworks carved by talented artists. Sorry that I mistook you for one of the pieces. But who wouldn’t? You stood like someone who had…

This post was written by Ravanjie and I. Check her out at Olaitan Joy Damilola (Ravanjie). I dropped the banana and said… “Hey, My name is Jide.” I noticed that she had brown eyes now that I look at them closely. She had a deep dimple and flawless brown skin…

I know everyone has experienced SAPA at least once, but I am 100% certain no one has experienced mine. I mean, have you guys ever had to drink garri for breakfast, no? Plus, the painful thing is I am still not looking at it from a retrospective POV. I am…

My school was like the garden of Eden; we had all kinds of trees. Unlike the garden of Eden though, all the fruits were forbidden. My school believed that whatever grew on their land was theirs, and students should pay to eat from them. …

I know it is not common knowledge, but you have a life after breakfast. Actually, Emeka, you don’t die after your girlfriend leaves you. I know, right? I was surprised when I found out too. So here is a narrative of someone, not me, who just had breakfast. …

It has been two hours, and all I can do is stare at my typing app while I wait for some kind of inspiration to fall on my head like the apple did on Newton’s. But considering how well the universe fares, I have once again been disappointed. …