New York has always been on my bucket list of places to visit. For most of my life, I’d read about it, watched movies and shows set in it and really just wondered about what it’d be like to feel the pulse of a city that is more alive than my Lagos (with whom I have an acute love-hate relationship). Last year, I finally got a chance to spend two days in NYC and believe me, I was going to milk it shitless. Get as much as I could into the little time I had in the city before hea

Identity is powerful. To lose sight of it is to disappear into the crevices of life’s events. To become a statistic. The chatter of my keyboard is what brings me back to consciousness whenever I lose myself in my work. When I get into the zone, my eyes stay a tad squinted, my shoulders more hunched than I care for and my legs folded in some bizarre way that only a handful of us on earth find comfortable. In this place, everything is silent but my screaming thoughts that only

I’m a dangerous human Spirit Queen and Priestess Air Ocean and Fire And as though that isn’t enough wonder I’m a woman Make no mistake about it; this generation is rewriting how history will define womanhood. This is the turning point generation in which womanhood can be expressed in an infinite number of forms – all powerful, all purposeful, all possible. I always knew that girlhood was not the destination for me, not that there is one endpoint. However, as a girl, I was tau

Identity is more fluid than we take it to be but at the core of it is belief. What you believe about yourself based on your interaction with yourself, other humans, the environment and the ideas that govern realms of existence. As I evolve and take on a more globalized worldview – one I consider a necessity in the wake of the common realities faced by world – I also identify as being African and deeply so. The African continent being my birthplace was only the starting point

Failure has no character in itself but people who fail do. Unfortunately, we’ve abused what I consider to be the true purpose of failure and attribute to it the character of people whose responses to it have been far from neat. We label people with ease and dread to wear the same. The corporate world and educational system have even gone ahead to calibrate it – making some degrees of it somewhat acceptable because somehow people who fall in here are salvageable while some deg

I prided myself in being more mature than my peers. I felt either too old or too young for the things that turned other kids into fire crackers. Fairy tales belonged behind screens and I never wished otherwise. Romance…the real kind with people who looked like the future me would, belonged in the future, right where my future self waited for me. I understood the adult things on time – things like sacrifice, responsibility and obligation held enough meaning for a child like me

Ladies and gentlemen of the Start-up World get in here! One mistake you cannot afford to make as an entrepreneur is not understanding how money creation works as a function of value creation or refinement. Corporate employees can get away with this provided they have a specialized understanding of the aspect of the finance equation related to their job description. As an entrepreneur, you absolutely cannot afford this luxury. What happens is that you frustrate every idea that

I appreciate a man who’s inspired, who knows this and that about anything and is competent at what he does. Great hair would be nice and I certainly think that a voice box dipped in honey would be fantastic. Oh and there are things that I haven’t yet labeled that I look out for – like the style with which he wears his skin and how he controls the rhythm of his mannerisms to suit the atmosphere around him. Some of these are not things that you capture with “Oh! He’s handsome”.

“A man’s chief delusion is the conviction that there are causes order than his own state of consciousness” – Bob Proctor 31st December 2016 is still a blur. I cannot quite remember the events that took place on that day but I definitely remember the emotions that I felt. All I wanted that day was for 2016 to come to an end. I didn’t care for the new year; I just wanted 2016 to crawl into eternity and never show up again. And yes, wanting a year to come to an end and being eag