I've been trying to diagnose a phenomenon that I noticed in myself for a few months. I don't know what to call it, but I'll go with "Involuntary Chants." That might not be a fitting name, but I'll describe it using two instances.
Sometimes I wonder if my high standards for good writing make me give up from the jump because I don’t trust myself to commit to a piece until it’s good enough for my taste.
In recent months, I've been thinking a lot about the history of the use of color to refer to people. Why we do it and how it began. As a current human, you probably know that races are primarily divided into black, white, and brown.
"The patient dog eats the fattest bone". Nearly every child who grew up in Nigeria knows that quote; it was told and repeated to us everywhere: at home, in schools, in markets, and in religious places.
It could be the compression of complex human personalities into pictures and words that makes me hate them, or the fact that people turn themselves into filters because of the sheer magnitude of choices they've unlocked, but my contempt for dating apps extends beyond that.
Over the last few weeks, I've been doing a lot of things to make me feel at home, whether it's through the type of food I eat, the music I listen to, or the movies I see.