Limitless

  Welcome to Limitless!  ~ I listened to motivational speakers today.  When I got back to the sanctity of my home, I looked into my mirror and said, “Morolake, you did a great job today”. I laughed out loud after realizing the words I just uttered. Did I just pull a motivational speech on myself?  As laughable as it MAY sound, I would like to emphasize that it is so much needed sometimes.  I mean, I had had a super long day that I got back to my house by 1am after leaving my house before 10am the previous day. The most time I got alone was 10 minutes. Trust me, it was a longggg day.  After I told myself that I was doing a great job, it dawned on me, as a quick reminder, to always pat myself on the back.  It’s a bit of delusion (delulu) to always expect people to clap for you when you are not even clapping for yourself.  Can I shock you? Some people will never recognize your worth.  It is entirely up to you to know your worth, carry yourself w...

Welcome to Limitless!  Sis! Slow down and rest! Brother! Slow down and rest!  Take a break! Work no dey finish. This means work doesn’t have an end. There will always be something to do.  I know for those of us that are already working, we most likely have expectations that we should meet after a particular period. I know that, perhaps, some of us want to exceed those expectations. Yes, by all means exceed those expectations, but not at the detriment of your wholistic wellbeing.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for “whatever your hands find to do, do with your might…” . I work hard and, and I believe in giving your best to your work. However, I think that there should be a good balance.  I do not wish bad on anyone, but have you seen how quickly companies move on after losing a member of staff? They move on so quickly that as soon as the person passes, they are already looking for someone else to take the place of the deceased. I mean, they have to do what they hav...

Photo from Annie Spratt on Unsplash  Welcome to Limitless!  ~ The forbidden dungeon I had sworn to never return to stared at me right in the eye, and I could hear its sardonic laughter.  I shifted from one hip to the other and wiped the sweat gathering at my furrowed eyebrows. This same place? How pathetic.   You know what is more pathetic? The filthy dress hanging from the shoulder of Ínkpí, the youngest of my seven sisters as she flung the door open.  “Kárunwí”, she screamed with wide eyes. “You shouldn’t be here. Father will kill you”. She moved to slam the door, but I caught it. This little brat.  “I am here for that exact reason. He has to kill me. And are you out of your senses? Were you just about to slam the door in my face? If you don’t MOVE out of my way!!!”  I waddled through my father’s veranda into the kitchen.  Smoke. Fish. The pungent smell of oil burning on firewood. “Kárunwí!” my immediate younger sister screamed and jumped off he...