Tag: writer
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Choices
Choices The power of choices we make cannot be overstated. As a social animal, man has a lot of interactions; some of them are forced but a good number he chooses for himself. Who he calls friend, who he gives attention to, how he spends money, and most importantly how he chooses to spend his […]
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SOME LESSONS I’VE LEARNT SINCE RESUMING LAW SCHOOL | THE JOLA DIARIES.
It’s been a minute. I think for a while there, I’d experienced some level of anxiety associated with writing and creating content generally. But this past week, it’s like whatever was blocking my creativity has been lifted and I’ve finally found the excitement I used to have in writing and content creation. So I’m back. […]
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Episode 2: Those 3AM RANDOM Thoughts… | JOLA’S CORNER OF THE INTERNET UNFILTERED.
DJ, play me Timaya’s ‘In this life I can’t kill myself’ and Tekno’s ‘Allow me to enjoy myself’. Nigerians and Entitlement Since returning back to Nigeria I’ve realised one thing. Actually two, but we’ll get to the second one in a bit. The first is that the average Nigerian is entitled. It’s the reason a […]
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Dear FUTURE ME | Faith Diaries #3
If you could tell your future self something what would it be? If you could write a letter to the future you, hoping you would get the opportunity to read it at some point what would the letter say?
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Changes…| OSI ELAME
One truth about life we all can agree on is change. Change is constant. Everyday, at any given moment, the life of a human can be subject to change of any magnitude or dimension. Love yeah, that thing cupid stirs up inside of you with his arrows, yeah that very one. Love changes a person; […]
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Experiencing The Now.
“Man […] is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future. He lives as if he is never going to die and then dies having never really lived.” -The Dalai Lama. Have you noticed […]
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RAGE | THE JOLA DIARIES
Memories flood and for a moment I’m out of breath, remembering how he’d hold me down and force himself on me. Remembering how sometimes I’d stare at the ceiling and pretend I was dead just so I couldn’t feel anything. The most painful memory, one that plagued me everyday, one which has become a nightmare […]
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Two Years.
By Anjola 2 years. That’s how long it’s been since we’d been apart. Over the course of that time, we’d drifted apart and attempted to get closer again, but never once reaching the closeness we used to have. For days, I’d wished for this moment- a time when we could finally get what we used […]
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We’re Treading Different Paths.
By Fatima Mohammed Yours might be sandyand mine might be muddy.Hers might be filled with cacti and thorns,while his might be through a rainforest. It’s because you can navigate desertsand I know how to skillfully move through the mud.She turns the thorns into tools,while he knows the workings of rainforests. Every path is different.Comparing yours […]
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Pause, My Youth
Why didn’t my age take a break when the world was on a break? I need an apology because where exactly is it running to?
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