Edna speaks

I remember when I started this blog, my pilot  post, where I began my journey of self-discovery on this platform, unsure about what the future would hold and whether me 10 minutes from that moment would outgrow the idea of writing my thoughts for people known and unknown to me to read, share and possibly scrutinize. 30 posts and almost a year later (PS: our blogaversary i.e. blog anniversary 😉😅 is on Sunday the 27th of this month), I've been forced to develop the thoughts I have about certain topics into full-length blog posts while connecting them to my personal experiences.  This creative process has allowed me to reflect and ask myself questions that I ordinarily wouldn't have bothered spending extra time finding the answers to. Well, I have to say, thus far it's been a very exciting and enlightening journey, I hope you feel the same. I hope I kept the promises I made to you in this  post  (especially since the promises embraced opposite possibilities and we

Some time last year, I was privileged to go to a waterfall somewhere in Osun state, Nigeria. I was ecstatic when I found out that it would be one of the places we would visit during a debate tournament I was attending. It would go on to be my first time at a waterfall.  When the day we were scheduled to go to the waterfall finally came I was so happy maybe because I was totally oblivious to the fact that to get to the waterfall, I had to climb what felt like a thousand stairs up a mountain. To make matters worse, I had just eaten a very heavy meal for lunch before I began the climb. At every point along the way, I felt like my chest was going to crack open and my heart was going to fall out and begin beating heavily like the drums we read about in primary school that were used during the annual argungu festival.  At every point along the way, I had to remind myself that I wanted to see the waterfall no matter what. So no matter how much my heart, brain, arms and legs were beggin