Thursday, August 25, 2016


You know you're a yogi when you get all dressed up, walk into a fancy restaurant and the moment you are get a seat, you instinctively start to sit cross-legged.

My current situation :)

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Winning Streak

Motivation comes from different sources
Sometimes from results
If “the faintest ink is more powerful than the strongest memory,”
Then documenting is pretty powerful and often times overlooked

Sometimes all it takes is seeing visual stats of your progress 
And that’s more than enough to keep you going
To improve your streak and impress yourself
And look forward to creating your next record
And breaking it

Thursday, August 18, 2016

The Privilege of the Struggle

A handful of people "win some sort of cosmic lottery, get 'discovered' at a drug store and made a movie star, are on the fast track to CEO of the Fortune 500, get the big label deal and the gold records, merely for being in the right place at the right time ... You, on the other hand, get the privilege of the struggle, of working your ass off to make a difference."
- [Paraphrased] The lottery winners (a secret of unhappiness), Seth Godin.

Toolkits for Women's Health

Pap smear/pelvic exams are bloody painful. At least, it was for me today. Lying there in the doctor's office, trying to be comfortable with feet in stirrups, knees wide apart and someone piercing through my pelvic orifice with different sized specula, a mascara-like brush, a q-tip and gloved fingers, while another held a torch and looked on, was far from comfortable. The entire procedure was grueling and barbaric. I wonder if women were involved at all in the product design. By all means, I'm advocating for modern and humane tech for women's health. There has to be another way.

If I Do Say So Myself

"By degrees, inch by inch, each justifiable (or justified) moment adds up to become a brand, a reputation, a life." - Seth Godin

My gym membership is now crossing the six months mark. I have been regular, not just showing up but showing out so much that my instructor even called me "a beast" after treadmill workout this past Monday. On some days, I have even gone twice in a single day, as early as 5.30am and later at 7.30pm, like I'm doing today.


Fluid mechanics

Yoga on Thursday mornings
Scent of lavendar on my shoulders
Back home from the gym
Timi Dakolo belting through my speakers
Iyawo mi, Ololufe mi
Ore mi, alayo mi
I dance
Thoughts of meetings and email
Join my morning serenade
More ways than one to look at the glass
Another day that the Source has made
Made me a resource
I am grateful

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Living Single

Hey! Saw this loft and I thought of you. 

This is not what my apartment looks like. It's a pic w/ a message from a friend who was apartment hunting for himself.

How badass is that? That someone is looking for a personal space for themselves, and you come to mind when they see something? 

I love(d) both the thought and the space. He was right, I would choose a layout like this in a heartbeat. Matter of fact, he was way ahead of the curve by sending this picture about a whole year before I would even move into my first apartment - and up until when I’d never had the luxury of defining or creating or personalizing my space to my taste. Plus he'd never even visited me before, neither in my dorm nor in my post-uni homes. So it's pretty amazing that someone knew to match me or my personality with a space.

You know the first thing people say when they walk into my office? 
"You’re a minimalist. I get it."

How about the first thing people say when they walk into my apartment?
"Let's go get you some furniture."
Or "there's so much to do with all this space."
Or "you’re a minimalist. I get it."

This month makes it a year since I signed a lease with no roommates. The picture above is not too far from what my apartment looks like today, with respect to function. A little roomier however, it's circa 650 square feet - neither a loft nor a lot. Hardwood floors with no fluff in sight, it's physically bare, functional and gives off a mellow energy that can be turned up or down. Audio-visual devices and speakers on standby, just waiting for a signal to switch to party mode or to exude healing zen soundscapes.

In this one year, I have really enjoyed living alone in my adult life. Found some simple pleasures that I don't want to part with.

Having blissful peace of mind, and sacred bathroom moments.
Meditating and discovering all your emotions, or as many as you can, and enjoying that aloneness, the company of self. It doesn't get more intimate than being at one with one's spirit, body and personality - one or many.
I'm a visual thinker and I have a whiteboard. It's like my mind's mind, a physical tabular rasa, and I am solely responsible for interrupting my own thoughts.

Unrestricted nude struts. 
Oh! The joy.

Exploring the energy that each guest brings, and feeling how it complements or contrasts with mine.

I'm able to switch things up when it starts to feel a tad too controlled. I'd go with the flow, change scenery and/or company. I'd play host to family, "strangers", friends and friends of friends. I'd tcater and throw parties, or cook up a storm and invite people over. Because I know there is an extroverted social butterfly somewhere inside of me.

I just got the feels like I've gone full circle since I published this post from 8 years ago. 
P.S. Thinking up and settling on the title of this post makes me want to binge watch 90s TV right now. But it's 1.15am on a work night. Adulthood.