Just like a flower needs the right environment to bloom, your mind needs nurturing to flourish. In a world where you can be anything, be kind to yourself. Your mental health matters.💙

Stateside, a gas station. I drank a frozen blue beverage too quickly, and was struck down by a punishment this entire nation knows, and accepts, and has named. The drink is called a slush. Ice, sweetness, and a blue that does not occur in nature. The day was hot. I was thirsty. I drank like a soldier at a river. The pain arrived in my skull like a war horn. Behind the eyes. Above everything. Total. I gripped the roof of my car. I may have made a sound. "Brain freeze," said the cashier through the door, with no urgency whatsoever. It has a NAME. The affliction is so common it has a household name, like a cousin. "Tongue on the roof of your mouth," called a man at the pumps. He did not look over. He prescribed the remedy mid-pump, casually, the way one mentions weather. I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. The war horn faded. The healer nodded at his pump, finished, and was gone in a Chevrolet. In my land, punishment follows crime by way of courts and seasons. Here, the sentence is instant. Drink with greed, and the ice strikes the mind directly. No trial. No appeal. Perfectly fair. And here is what moves me. EVERYONE has felt it. The cashier. The healer. Children. Elders. An entire nation united by the same small lightning, all taught the same cure, all passing it on to strangers at gas stations, free of charge. You cannot fully distrust a country once you know it shares one pain. The freeze does not punish thirst. It punishes haste. I finished the slush slowly, like a scholar. Blue tongue. Clear mind. Then at the door I forgot everything, drank deeply, and was struck down again. "Tongue, hon," said the cashier, without looking up. Discipline is a journey.

we’ve had these plans for like a month

I don sell all my room things. If house rent expire, I go just waka like who go to buy meat. 😂

Need to scream!!

I just remembered how excited I was to stop using pencils and start writing with a pen in Primary 3. Funny how the smallest things felt like major milestones back then. If only I knew 😭

“naija no dey carry last” very stupid lie, we dey last for everything in this life!

so all your mates wey dey enjoy now go suffer when una don old because them put hand for something in their 20s 😂

You should have things you don't do, places you don't go to, substances you don't take, words you don't say By all means, have Principles and Standards.

Remember before HDMI cables where you had to match the colors to the TV like you were diffusing a bomb

to be loved is to be seen

even at my worst i’m still fucking considerate

“you don’t owe your parents anything” yeah maybe not you and yours, but i owe mine like mad, thanks

My mama serve me bread, egg, sardines and tea😂😂😂 as I see say nobody Dey look me I pour garri inside my tea make my belle no go Dey used to luxury 😭🙏🏾

for fela mind now he go think say he witness bad government.

i swear i'm friendly, you just have to talk to me first.

This No one should be shamed for trying to fit.

Unrelated but this is a reason I’ve stopped talking to someone i was into Every time she came over, we either had to buy food, or I cook. Not once did she go into the kitchen. You’ll stay over for 2-3 days. I’ll leave the house to get the ingredients. I’ll prepare everything, make the food and she’ll eat. I’ll do the dishes too after. It was either that or I had to buy food that we’d eat. Not once did she offer to cook or make us a meal except that one time I’d eaten and she made noodles for herself. Happened 3 times and after the third time, I just let her go

This is the car Toyota Corolla : SMK759HY Last seen : Acme Crescent, Ogba, Lagos This is the only picture I have but the scratch is no longer there

Viltrumites on Earth

I spilled some tea🤭... @PeakMilk