“Pink blazer, and a flower print skirt. That’s what I’m going to wear tomorrow”, I thought to myself. I was so excited. You know how sometimes you’re so excited you can’t eat or sleep and you really don’t even want to? That’s exactly how I felt. I had ransacked my wardrobe for the perfect outfit and was prepared to wake up extra early to draw on my eyebrows. I mean if I don’t wear red lipstick on my birthday when else will I wear it?


When we were younger, my baby sister used to always make us call her ‘BG’ on her birthday, and yes ‘BG’ stands for ‘Birthday Girl’. It was cute, and she was like 7 years old. Don’t judge. Anyway, that’s what we call each other on our birthdays now. I’m sure by now you can tell that birthdays are a big deal to me.

I tried to get some sleep, seeing as I had to go to work the next day, but the sleep refused to come. So I decided to do what any rational girl would do when they can’t sleep. I put on a full face of make up. No I’m not kidding, I have the pictures to prove it. I had just bought a new beauty blender and some setting powder so I proceeded to give them full face beat featuring winged liner and highlight. That and the ensuing photo- shoot made me well and truly tired, and I was finally able to get some sleep.

I woke up the next day, bright and early. It was finally my birthday! I had already gotten calls and messages from my family and friends so I was on a high. I got dressed and got into work, taking my good mood with me. Note that I was serving in this company that I didn’t really like, with a boss that made a 6 foot cobra seem like a cuddly teddy bear but I decided that working there was a learning experience for me and I was determined to finish the service year without losing my mind. I had been there for about 3 months.

By the way, have you ever seen a video of a frog eating a fly? The fly is on its own, doing its fly thing and a long pink tongue comes out of nowhere and just swallows it. It’s terrible. Anyway I’m doing my work, minding my business and my boss comes into the office. She’s in a bad mood, but what’s new? She asks me to do something, and out of nowhere- I kid you not, she begins to scream at me. She basically called me a prostitute and said I was trying to blackmail her because I could type. I, the butterfly in a flower print skirt had all of a sudden become a fly trapped in the cold wet confines of the frog’s mouth.


I felt terrible, and yes I cried. Not because of the things she said, but because she burst my happy bubble. It was my birthday. I deserved at least one day a year to be completely happy and she had taken it away from me.




That was last year.

I turned 23 yesterday. I wore a bright pink skirt.

More importantly, I have something stronger now. It’s called Joy. It’s everlasting and comes from God.

Nothing can burst my ‘joy bubble’. Not the ugliest of frogs or the harshest of words.


BG ❤️




Its Valentine’s Day!

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!

I have a few things to say

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  1. I hope everyone got and showed some love today. I had a conference call with my two younger sisters at 7am this morning. We’re in three different places right now. I could barely hear since we all talk too much and talk over each other but it made my day.
  2. My Dad sent me a broadcast message on Whatsapp, warning young ladies not to lose their virginity on Valentine’s day because of salad and peppersoup. Great stuff!
  3. Bye guys! See you in my next post

With Love,


P.S I really tried to write a love story today, in the spirit of Valentine’s and all that. It didn’t really work out. I decided to tell you Aunty Vicky’s story instead. It’s right below this post.




Le Halcyon



(hal-see-uh n)


Meaning: Denoting a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and peaceful. A mythical bird said by ancient writers to breed in a nest floating at sea at the winter solstice, charming the wind and waves into calm.


Believe it or not, I started this blog almost a year ago. I remember it took me a whole week to come up with a name because I wanted something that would make me smile every time I heard it. It was a time in my life I didn’t have a lot of peace. I had just started my service year, and was working at a place that I absolutely loathed. I would wake up every day feeling twice as heavy as my actual weight, and very reluctant to go to work. The place was robbing me of my sanity.


Anyway, back on course. I decided to start this blog, I think in January of 2016. I googled synonyms of calm and peace and after a lot of searching, I found the word Halcyon. I had never ever heard of this word- I initially thought it wasn’t even an English word. I found this on its history:


“According to Greek mythology, Alkyone, the daughter of the god of the winds, became so distraught when she learned that her husband had been killed in a shipwreck that she threw herself into the sea and was changed into a kingfisher. As a result, ancient Greeks called such birds’ alkyon or halkyon. 


The legend also says that such birds built floating nests on the sea, where they so charmed the wind god that he created a period of unusual calm that lasted until the birds’ eggs hatched. This legend prompted people to use halcyon both as a noun naming a genus of kingfisher and as an adjective meaning either “of or relating to the kingfisher or its nesting period” or calm.”


Nice little story, right? When used as an adjective, Halcyon basically translates to a feeling of calm or tranquility. The ‘Le’ is thrown in there, just because I’m boujee. Lol I joke.


My name is Tolu. I am a writer. I like to write fiction mostly, which is what you will probably see more of here. I might write about myself sometimes, my life makes for very good story- telling.


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On the 26th of December 2016, my flight home was delayed for a couple of hours. Blessing in disguise you might say. It gave me the opportunity to do what I had been trying to do for the past 2 weeks, slow down, reflect and strategize.

2016 kind of got away from me. It was like a wild horse that rode with no regard for who was sitting on its back, a horse with no respect for its reigns or who was holding them. 2016 was faster than me, much faster. You would think that this would mean that 2016 was a bad year for me. On the contrary, it wasn’t. It was a very eventful year with a lot of changes. I moved across the country, got a new job and a new apartment, my family moved to a new house and I took a trip I had been dying to go on. The year was packed full with changes.

One of the things I always used to pray against was being stagnant, living life stuck in one spot with no changes whatsoever. I would rather live with any change- good or bad, than live with none at all. So you would think that my review would be more positive, glowing even, you would think I would give myself a pat on the back.

At the risk of sounding ungrateful, I am a little bit disappointed in myself, albeit very thankful to God. All these achievements have been through his favor, but I didn’t work for any of them. I had no list of goals I was aspiring to, no dream that was bigger than me. I was basically floating through life, living with no disappointments.

This would seem like a blessing to some, but I wish I had worked really hard at something and maybe failed. At least then I would know that I had tried and that means I can try again.

I want to try next year. I want to feel the trepidation of putting all your time and effort into something that may/ may not succeed. I hear it’s not a good feeling, but as all other things in life, I would like to see for myself.

P.S Today is the 3rd of February 2017. I’m trying. I typed up my goals for the year and I’m shaking my head at the list and laughing. I’m basically saying to myself ‘Babe, are you well at all?’ But at the same time, I’m excited. My brain is riddled with thoughts and ideas and things I didn’t even know could be thoughts or ideas and I have an outlet for them now. I’m discovering what my skill sets are. 2017 is the year of the ‘try’, Ladies and Gentleman, and I’m doing it.

It’s a wonderful feeling. So far, So good.