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Dear Diary, My Morning Was Full of Crap (Literally)

Jan 7, 2025Olú Abíkóyè6 CommentsDear Diary

Dear Diary,January 7, 2025 I am not an actress, so I wonder why my life is full of drama. Today, I was so mad that I began to laugh. Ask me what happened? I woke up at 6 a.m., and all I wanted was a quick hot bath to kickstart my day and set the

A bold, unsolicited anatomy lesson

Dec 12, 2024Olú AbíkóyèDear Diary

When a shadow interrupted my perfect moment of bliss, I opened my eyes to something I never could have prepared for—a bold, unsolicited anatomy lesson.

Surrendering to the Power of Vulnerability

Oct 8, 2024Olú Abíkóyè2 CommentsDear Diary

In a world often unkind, surrendering to vulnerability becomes the true miracle of self-compassion, offering both peace and resilience.

Angels on Duty: Happy Angels Season

Sep 29, 2024Olú Abíkóyè2 CommentsDear Diary

You know how sometimes you feel like something’s creeping too close in your space, and you whisper, “St Michael – the Archangel, defend me”? Yeah, that’s his cue.

My Beautiful Dream

Sep 5, 2024Olú Abíkóyè4 CommentsDear Diary

At the edge of a dream, I stood before a radiant vision, where light poured into the ocean, painting the world in vivid colours—a scene of overwhelming beauty and profound mystery.

Salty Surprise

Aug 18, 2024Olú Abíkóyè9 CommentsDear Diary

Dear Diary, Salty Surprise! August 18, 2024. Let me set the stage: I was curled up in bed, battling some next-level cramps, and desperately craving something normal to eat. After nearly 24 hours of feeling like I was on a nauseous rollercoaster, I needed something simple and comforting. Something like…pancakes! I’ve had some success with

The Parallel Rosary: A Mother’s Faith

Aug 12, 2024Olú Abíkóyè2 CommentsDear Diary

What on earth was a Parallel Rosary? We wondered but didn’t dare voice it to the General-Commandant that was our mother. Seeing the confusion brewing in our throats, she began to explain.

The Strongest Type of Witchcraft

Jul 21, 2024Olú Abíkóyè7 CommentsDear Diary

The strongest type of witchcraft doesn’t need brooms to fly at midnight. They reveal themselves with phrases like ‘I have said what I have said’ or ‘What I have said, I have said.’ No royal blood or naval fleet, not even ants as armies; still, if you encounter these types of people, run – and I mean run for your dear life – at your earliest opportunity.

My Golden Buzzer

Jul 18, 2024Olú AbíkóyèDear Diary

I dragged myself out of bed, hair looking like I’ve been wrestling with a tornado, and there He was, with a big grin, shining like the bright morning sun. Oh, I am madly in love with this Guy, more than all of you put together.

The Unrepentant Kissers

Jun 24, 2024Olú Abíkóyè6 CommentsDear Diary

I recount my day at Biblioteca Camões, where I encounter a couple who can’t stop kissing, a snoring man with smelly feet, a human pin cushion blasting music, and other quirky library regulars. Amidst these distractions, I question if kissing should be banned in libraries, just like eating and smoking.