Dreams — July 10, 2016


I just got my journal from 7 years ago (Secondary school)…. It’s filled with a lot of childish drama that I cringe at everytime i read, there’s also codes I can’t remember, to-do lists, scribbled notes but most importantly my dreams. The fact that even at a young age I knew the importance of having dreams and forging towards realising them makes me feel so happy. Especially since they were on the education side. What’s more is that all those dreams came true but one, which is still futuristic at this point; adding to it though, my dreams from today:
.Graduate from Nigerian Law with excellent grades. Nothing below an A in all courses In’shaa Allah
.Get called to the Nigerian Bar in 2016 after passing Bar Part 2 on the first and ONLY sitting
.Get a job at a top law firm from Service year, with great pay
.Get a Masters Degree in Law (General) or International Law and Diplomacy from Tufts University
.Become a successful lawyer – SAN (keeping my hopes up) *****
.Make my Family Proud *****

****** – dreams from secondary school

I pray that Allah (SWT) will make my dreams a reality. For it is Only by Him that the best things happen.

Quote from my Favourite Movie — May 29, 2016

Quote from my Favourite Movie

“Look at us, running around, always rushed, always late, guess that’s why they call it the Human race
But sometimes it slows down just enough for all the pieces to fall into place
Fate works it’s magic
And you’re connected
Every once in a while amid all the randomness
Something unexpected happens and pushes us all forward
And the truth is what I’m starting to think, what  I’m starting to feel, is that maybe the Human race isn’t a race at all”
-Wally Mars….. The Switch

Quote —


Your Love should never be offered to the mouth of a stranger. Only to someone who has the valour and daring to cut pieces of their soul off with a knife, then weave them into a blanket to protect you

20/02/16 23:14 — February 20, 2016

20/02/16 23:14

“at some point you’re going to have to learn not to let people’s actions affect you so much. It shifts you from being concerned about pleasing Your Rabb to finding ways to please everyone else. Subhanallah.” 

Maybe someday I’ll say this to myself enough for me to get it. I pray it’ll be soon In Shaa Allah.  
Sometimes it’s blue. Sometimes it’s Love.

Beautiful Reminder — February 18, 2016

Beautiful Reminder

Look at the story of Abdullahi Ibn Abubakar and
Atikah bint Zaid, Atikah was so beautiful, one of
the most beautiful female companions, they were
so in love, that they were mad about each other,
if they could swallow each other they would have
done that. Abdulllahi was crazy about her, to the
extent that he started missing Salat and Jihad,
until Abubakar Siddiq (RA) commanded Abdullahi
to divorce her, Abdullahi became depressed that
he started singing love poems about Atikah up and
down at home.
This was what made Abubakar to re-consider the
issue and eventually Abdullahi and Atikah were
back together again, and Abdullahi even made
Atikah to promise him that she won’t marry any
other man after his death. The Prophet (SAW)
said, a woman will be with her final husband in
Jannah (Tirmidhi).
Abu Darda and Umm Darda were also another
lovebirds, to the extent that when Abu Darda died,
Umm Darda refused to get married again cos she
thought no other man can replace Abu Darda.
When Muawiyah proposed to her, she declined and
said, am already engaged to
Abu Darda in paradise. How sweet!
That’s eternal love. Marriage can be made
beautiful or terrible, it all depends on d spouses.
When Umm Silah, the wife of Ahmad Ibn Hanbal
died, he wept and said, I have lived with this
woman for the past 30 years and we never
quarrelled for once. People asked him, how is that
possible? He said, whenever I am getting angry
she keeps quiet and whenever she is getting
angry I keep quiet, so we never had
mutual argument. How romantic…. How many
couples today can spend a week without
argument? Brothers learn to be romantic
and sweet, some brothers are even shy of
expressing their love for
their wives, if you don’t tell her your feelings, who
will??? Ahmad
Ibn Hanbal said, women love to be told clearly
that they are loved,
it strengthens the feelings and affection, if you
refuse to express
your feelings for her, it will create a barrier of
harshness between
you and her.
Most couples today are only romantic for the first
few years of
marriage, after that, its assumed that it’s childish
to keep saying (I
love you). What’s childish about it? Wallahi those
3 words are the basis and foundation of marriage.
Brothers, be romantic:
sometimes u should eat from the same plate and
feed your wives, sometimes put meat In between
ur teeth and put it in ur wives mouth by way of
kissing thereby mutually sharing the meat. At
times involve in pillow fights with your wives,
throw pillows at
her. when she is angry, hold her and tell her how
beautiful she is, tell her “you look more beautiful
when you are angry”, if she is still angry, then
move back and throw chocolates at her, spray
perfume on her or pour water on her, all these are
part of being romantic. At times carry your wife in
your arms around the house,
at times carry the baby on your back too. At
times play simple
games together, throw balls at each other, have a
mini gymnasium
in your house where you train your wife, carry her
and let her carry
you if she has the strength, but don’t allow her to
knack you
down!!! Watch Islamic stations together with her,
eat pop-corn
together, sleep on the same room and on the
same bed, don’t
have your own separate room, some men now
have their own room where they run to, after
quarrelling with their wife, who are you leaving her
for? Even if a man practices polygyny, he can’t
have his own room, he has to be rationing rooms
from one wife to the other. That’s justice!!!!!
At times, go on a stroll with your wife and chit-
chat with her, go to
places of amusement or admiration of nature if
the places are free from half naked zombies…..
Don’t only buy gifts for your wife when she is sick
in the hospital, buy for her often. The best gift is
the one that comes from the bottom of your heart
not the store. Shop things for her, there is nothing
wrong with you going to the market with your
beards and say “I want to buy female underwear,
its just a gift of love. May Allah bless all our
spouses. Amiin

Distracted — February 17, 2016


I see the star that everyone wants, its shine its glimmer, how it lingers on you even after it leaves, the joy, the happiness, all that it brings.
I see the star, the star i want, I’d run to it, but i cant force this to happen, all good things happen at their own time, so i walk, never losing sight of the star, my star.
I see the star, the star i want, alas i see a comet, its greater than the star, was i lost when i aimed for the star, my star. When i can have something even bigger.
I forget the star and run. Run to my comet, i can get this when i want, no need to wait, its more than good at this moment. And its between my hands.
I have my comet, the greatness, the goodness. I bask in this moment, but it starts to burn out. It was good while it lasted? No, it shouldnt even have lasted, i was wrong. It burnt out. And i looked up and saw the star
I saw the star, it was still all I’ve ever wanted. Its beauty, its shine, its glimmer, nothing compares to it. But i lost when i sought the comet, and now I’m far behind with all the losers. All i see now is the star, my star
I see my star, nothing can take it away from me. Not a thousand comets or millions more. As comets come and go, my star always lives forever. And i will start from the beginning to get to it.

Writing… — February 4, 2016



I love to write. I love to feel like I’ve bared my soul in words. I love to feel like I’ve communicated in a language that has strength and influence…

However, I can’t deny that i could do better, I can’t deny that i can try harder. For nothing I’ve written till date has even the least bit of substance that i wish my pieces to portray.

Even if I don’t tell myself this, people that somehow (only God knows how) see my potential in writing always tell me to do more. I’m either closed off. Or I use not enough metaphors. Or I just need to go deeper. (I truly wonder how they see any potential at all)

I want to do better. I want to get over and beyond the potentials they see in me. Over and beyond what I see for myself right now. I keep wanting to try harder, but how can I get on a journey without directions. Recipe for disaster.

And so here I am, after one of many long days- Which I’m sadly getting used to- writing about writing. I’m confused as to why I’m even doing this. Maybe a push, to ensure I actually try and i don’t give it up… It’s amazing what words can do.